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Chapter 14 - Fiend

Chapter 14 - Fiend

Fedor’s POV

Kurt must have followed my eyes to where Chief was with the red-haired beauty. I was petty and selfish but I told no lies, they suited each other; black hair and red hair, they would probably make blond-haired babies. “I see, that is why you wouldn’t marry me,” Kurt said, amused.

I whipped my face back to him, “No, it is not. We don’t have anything to offer each other.”

Kurt bit into his steak like the elegant person that he was and chewed until he swallowed before answering, “Offer? Why does marriage have to be an offering?”

“What should it be about then?” I tried my best to hold back the urge to cry, cry! I scoffed internally at myself and how weak I thought I was, crying for a man that I barely knew. I could only hope that he did not notice me because I was not giving up on free dinner.

“Love, companionship, friendship, sex, partnership, and other fun things.” Kurt sipped from his juice box.

I stared surprised at his answer, he did not strike me as a romantic, “Do you truly believe that?”

“Yes, those are what the best marriages are made of, even my snobbish grandfather agrees and that is why he doesn’t interfere with marriage relations.” Was I imagining it or was Kurt presence putting me at ease?

“Your parents would allow you to get married to whomever you want?” The idea was ludicrous because I had seen and heard about the upper class getting a perfect match mostly to solidify their status or increase it. Kurt had to be pulling my legs because it was hard to imagine that was a possibility.

My food was taking longer to prepare, I tried not to find Chief Song and focused on Kurt who was probably trying to swallow before giving me a response. God forbid he talked with food in his mouth, “I guessed they learned their lesson with my parents. My mother is recognized as the wife but my father only sees his mistress, the one he wanted to marry in the first place and my grandfather disagreed. He had seen how that destroyed his relationship and also three other people, my mother is more discrete than my father in her lovers while my father doesn’t care less whether or not people saw him with his mistress. Now I have four other step-siblings outside of marriage, my mother tried her best to push me to be better than all of them so that she could win at something. It is not something I would recommend; Grandfather must have imagined how simpler life would have been for him if he had just given in to him in the first place.” Kurt answered half-mindedly like it was not important.

I wasn’t fooled by him, I had seen how the lack of love and care had eaten him up from the inside out as a child but I decided to humor him, “Lucky you.”

“You don’t have parents holding you back. Don’t tell me it’s because you want to marry up.” He narrowed at me.

I thanked God when my food made its arrival, it was hot pot with varying side dishes. “You won’t understand.” I started eating.

“It’s not worth it, being with someone you don’t like for money. Sure, it will fill your stomach but that’s about it and soon you’d have to watch your husband frolic around with younger women to fill that gaping hole in his soul while you realize that you had made the mistake of marrying for money but by then it will be too late for you.” I slapped his hand when he tried to take a piece of my food.