Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

xlvii.

XLVII

"That sneaky bastard.." hissed Dad when he found out about the proposal. He couldn't stop yelling and throwing things at Silas when he entered the room, his eyes resembling rage itself. After he was finished throwing his little temper tantrum, he congratulated us both and made Silas promise never to hurt me, sneaking in a quick threat that if he did he would end up with a slit throat.

I shook my head and hugged Dad goodbye. We're in front of the private airport again with our luggage, ready to return to New York.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked with furrowed brows causing me to look at him confused. Then he pulls open the truck of the car, revealing his own suitcase and carry-on. "Without your old man?"

"What?" I looked at Silas who stood behind me with his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. "You knew about this?"

"Knew? He offered."

I couldn't contain my excitement anymore. I nearly suffocated dad with my hug. Then I pull away, frowning. "But what about your life here?" I didn't want to be a burden to him. He loves Vietnam more than anything.

He waves me off with a hand and scoffs. "What life? I haven't had a life ever since you left."

Don't cry. Don't cry. "Does that mean you'll live close in New York?"

Silas pinches my stomach and I flinch, turning around to glare at him. "He has the apartment on the 13th floor all to himself."

My eyes light up in anticipation. My dad is coming home. I hug both Silas and Dad, thanking the two of them for this trip.

Now, on the jet, Silas is taking a phone call while Dad sleeps peacefully on the lounge couch, his snores loud enough to wake a boar.

I sit peacefully in my seat, admiring my hand. More so, the ring that accompanies my hand. I still can't believe I'm engaged to someone I vowed to hate for enturnity. Life felt so surreal and I wasn't sure if I hated it or not.

Clementine is going to flip when I tell her the news.