double life | m.takashi ✓

Chapter 15

"Great! You both know each other already?" Dad said with a smile. Wow! I am really his daughter. We were both great at pretending.

"No! I don't know him, dad! He just a random creep who insulted me."

"Excuse me? I'm not a creep! you fake barbie!"

I felt veins popping out on my head. He's getting into my nerves.

"Ahh, Kids." The old guy said while chuckling. Did he think that this is a joke? I will never marry a man that I don't love!

"I'm sure he's just teasing you, y/n to light up the mood," Dad replied, He stared at me with those dead eyes. I felt kinda scared. I went back to my seat, crossing my arms then I glared at him. He's smug and an asshole and just by seeing his banana hair, it's making my blood boil.

The arrogant motherfucker stands up. "Hi! Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Kazutora Hanemiya. Son of Hiroji and Chiyo Hanemiya, Billionaire." He extends his hands for a handshake.

I just look at them. I heard my dad clear his throat so I have no choice but to communicate to this conceited.... fuck! I can't think of any insult he has a beautiful face.

I fake my smile as I accept his handshake, but I make sure to squeeze his hand tight. I saw him hurting but hiding it. "y/n Haitani." I didn't release his hand and squeezed it more tightly.

He smiled but his face said otherwise. he looked like he was constipated. I want to laugh, but I hold it.

"Okay, y/n you can let go now. Are you that excited that you can't wait for our date to hold my hand?" He said and smirked at me.

I squeeze his hand one last time before I let go. "Ah, yes," I said almost in a sarcastic tone and sit down.

"Okay, So... let's talk about the engagement of your son to our only daughter," Dad said. I feel like my eyes are starting to burn. No! I will only marry Takashi and no one else.

"Need tissue, Half-sis?" Rindou said, handing me some tissue.

Ran leaned close, sideways, and whisper. "Oh, oh, someone's about to cry."

"Shut up," I whispered back.

"Ah yes! We still want them to know each other before tying the knot so my wife and I suggest giving the kids at least two to three years or more, if needed for them to date and know more about each other. Even if it's an arranged marriage to strengthen our companies, we still want them to have a happy married life." The older man said. Dad, in response, nodded in agreement.

"Heard that, y/n? Aren't you wondering that after 17 years of rejection, our father magically came to your home saying he's finally giving you his last name?" He paused. "This is why. He's arranging your future for the benefit of him, not because he accepted you." Ran faintly chuckled as he whispered those words to me.

I want to cry but I need to look tough. I don't want them to see me breaking down, especially my brothers! I will not give them the satisfaction of me looking helpless.

They continue to discuss the engagement and business, I just eat quietly. I don't want to hear any information about the engagement.

After dinner, our parents left us together. They asked this smug-face to send me home. I have no choice but to oblige.

"So... Wanna go to a hotel? have some good time? we're going to be married soon so might as well practice what married couples do, huh?" He asked as he walked towards me. I ignored him and just walked on my own.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Home."

"You're walking?"