Own That Yandere Spoiled Brat

1. The Gathering

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Today marks the momentous day when I will finally meet my fiancé. My name is Isadora Sienna, a 19-year-old navigating through an arranged marriage orchestrated by my parents. The underlying purpose of this union is to elevate our family business to greater heights. The collaboration between our ventures promises not only financial success but also a prosperous future. Surprisingly, the prospect of marriage didn't faze me much; my only condition was a desire for a handsome partner. Today, I am about to encounter this so-called handsome man.

I woke up and summoned my maid, Anne, into the room. As she delicately brushed my blond, wavy hair and crafted a half-up, half-down look, anticipation for the day ahead built within me. While attending to my hair, Anne skillfully applied my makeup. Soon, I adorned myself in a captivating blue dress with off-shoulders. Ready and adorned, I made my way to the front of the house where we would gather before setting off on the day's journey. It was there that I saw my mother, her smile radiating warmth.

"My sweetie, you look beautiful," she exclaimed with genuine admiration.

Naturally, I responded, "Of course, Mother. I must for my 'handsome' fiancé," playfully rolling my eyes.

Attempting to reassure me, she said, "Don't worry; he is handsome."

Smirking, I replied, "I hope so, or else this marriage might be over."

Irritated, my mother responded, "Not this again. Don't stress about it; if you don't like it, you don't have to marry."

Smiling, I teased, "Yeah, maybe YOU, but what about Father?" As I placed my hand on my arm, I couldn't help but ponder how he would react if I ever objected.

With a reassuring tone, my mother stated, "I will handle it. How are you holding up?" Her worried expression revealed her concern.

"I am alright, as long as he is good looking," I replied, offering a comforting smile.

"Oh my god," my mother sighed, seemingly disappointed, to which I responded with laughter.

My father entered the room, a warm greeting on his lips. "Hey darling, how are you doing?"

"Father!" I exclaimed, rushing to hug him.

"You are such a daddy's girl," my mother remarked.

"I am doing great, how are you? Are we going now?"

"I am doing good, dear. We are going now."

As I observed butlers loading luggage into the car, a sense of wistfulness overcame my mother. "Oh dear, I am going to miss you."

"Are there gifts for the Hampten family?" I asked, puzzled.

My mother looked at me. "No dear, these are your clothes."

"Oh.... for what?"

"You are staying there, dear. Don't you know?" My father looked at me with confusion.

"What?! Nobody told me anything!"

"You've got to stay there with your maid for the remaining time being."

"What?! What if I don't want to marry!"

My mother and father looked shocked. My mother gave me a look, and I knew exactly what she wanted to say. Bad timing.