Ruthless Heart| Heart Series #2

Chapter 6

My hunch was right. I have never dreaded anything more than being right in this case.

"What the fuck!" sigaw ko.

My father just stared at me, unbothered with my reaction while Darion was filled with glee as he cut away on his steak.

God, the things I'd give away just so I can cut him into pieces with his steak knife right now.

"You've finally come of use to me. You should be grateful." he said without care and sipped on his wine.

"Erino, I don't think this is-"

"I did not ask for an opinion." the fucker threw my mother a look, forcing her to shrink on her seat, scared to make another peep.

Her eyes immediately darted towards me, truly apologetic that she can't do much else.

My hands shook in anger.

"You have no fucking right to control my life, you fucking asshole!" I yelled and threw my plate across the room.

Him and Darion just perked their brows and continued with their meals while my mother and Eros looked at me, wide eyed. They knew better than to interfere when the three of us are in this type of situation.

They knew the three of us have no sense of care of our surroundings once things escalate. And I warned them as well. When shit goes down, the safest thing they can do is sit back, take cover, and never interfere. No matter what.

"I gave you life, therefore, I own it."

"I'll fucking end yours." I said through gritted teeth before grabbing Eros' steak knife.

I stood up and tried to lunge at him but before I could, a gun shot rang around the dining room. I whipped my head towards Darion and he had his gun pointed at Eros after shooting at the wall behind me.

"Make another stupid move and he gets it." banta nya. "Dad said not to hurt the three of you for now but try getting into my nerves again and he'll be the first one to go."

Eros looked at me, his eyes wide and teary. I saw how his whole body shook in fear and the way his hands were trembling vigorously.

That was enough for me to drop the knife and sit down quietly. The last thing I want is them being in danger because of my rash decisions. But fucking hell, with this situation, I'm really itching to kill the two fuckers.

My hands trembled in anger underneath the table.

"Start talking about the arrangement." I said through gritted teeth and glared at my father.

"I will be hosting dinner for us all to meet. I will expect nothing more than perfect behaviour and etiquette, understand?" Marahas ang tono nya habang nakatingin saakin. I clenched my jaw and didn't say anything but he continued anyway. "Sabotage this and they will be facing the consequences of your actions. Am I clear, Emeryanna?"

I heard a small gasp escape Roro's lips. I held his hand from underneath the table, trying to give him comfort.

"Fine." I glared at my father.

He nodded in acknowledgment of my word but I know damn well he doesn't fucking care if I agreed or not. Now matter how I behave, he'll still fucking have the upper hand.

Without saying another word, I stood up and stormed to my room. Wala na akong ganang kumain pa ulit matapos marinig 'yun.

That night, I already had plans brewing in my head in order for the family to see me not fit for whoever I'm marrying. Maybe, 'accidentally' throwing wine at them. Or 'accidentally' putting their son in the hospital or some shit. Literally anything that would deem me unfit for an arranged marriage. But it has to look like I'm not fucking it up on purpose.