"I hate you," I profess hitting his chest.
"I hate you more, Tesero," he adds stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Then get the fuck out and don't come back here." I look towards the door expectantly and wait for him to leave. Only for him to take...
TO SAY IM A RECK IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. I've been holed up in my sisters room stress eating, crying, and refusing to see pa. He brought this upon himself by selling me off to go be with this man. Who's apparently extremely dangerous.
Yeah, I did my research and if the rumors are true, he's sick. I'm surprised he's not arrested yet.
I will never love him.
Today has also been the day I've been dreading because it's the day of my engagement party. According to them it's important to keep up appearances because this is a huge alliance. Alliance for father's business that I know nothing about.
A huge alliance my ass. Something is going on here, pa would never do this and I will find out.
Someone knocked on the door. I knew it wasn't Maya because she snuck out to go take a walk not too long ago. Only God knows papà would only lecture her for it if she asked.
I get up from the bed with a groan. I look down at my clothes and realize I look terrible. I shrug my shoulders because I fucking deserve to be at this point.
When I open the door I see papà and I immediately shut it in his face. "Hija, por favore," he pleads.
I don't reply, instead I turn my back to the door and slide down until my knees are cupped to my chest and I bury my face in them. I hear him sigh loudly.
"Camilla I don't have time for the temper tantrum you're not two anymore," I ignore him anyways feeling obliged to.
"Be ready by 9 I won't be going with you, one of our drivers will drive you," he huffs. "No later and I mean it."
I wait for him to say something else. Anything. Something that makes me want to forgive him. But I give up hope when I hear his footsteps slowly walking away.
Fuck this.
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I finish getting ready after putting my hair in a slick back bun taking an extra ten minutes to push father to his limits just like hes doing to me.
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I may be suffering but I can at least look hot while I'm doing it. After a few more touch ups I grab my purse and lipgloss heading downstairs.
I carefully walk down the steps making sure I don't trip in my heels. When I lift my head up after making it downstairs I see the man I'm forced to marry looking at his watch with furrowed brows. He's wearing an all black suit which hugs his biceps tightly and his thighs. I don't miss his multitude of rings on his finger or the tattoo that's peeking out of the sleeve on his left hand.
If we weren't under this circumstance I'd jump his bones.
What the fuck? Down girl. He's basically buying you off.
"Why the hell are you here?" I snap.
His head snaps up to me in annoyance momentarily looking me up and down before looking at his watch again. "Do you have any sense of time?" He asks gruffly, his deep voice prominently projected.
He turns around leaving my house without sparing me a glance, but not without slamming the door.
Rude bitch.
An attractive one though.
Shut the hell up.
I shake my thoughts out of my head as I try to walk quickly to catch up to him, but my heels don't give me much wiggle room. I groan in exhaustion by the time I make it outside. There's no sign of him just 3 Black SUV's with tinted windows.
"This way miss," an older man comes from around the car. I recognize him as my father's personal driver. He's the same height as me and has some grey hairs that are beginning to show, with round glasses that rest on the top of his nose.
I give him a small smile as he opens the door for me and takes my hand helping me inside. "Thank you," I say.
He only nods his head at me in acknowledgement before getting in the drivers seat. He begins driving and I look around in confusion wondering where my soon-to-be-husband is.
That sounds disgusting just thinking about it.
The older man looks through the mirror at me reading my thoughts saying, "He'll meet us there he said he'd prefer not to be in the same car as you."
"My name is Mr. Olsen."
I give him a weak smile that doesn't reach my eyes and nod. If anything I don't want to be in the car with him. I hate him already. I think back to my pa and wonder why he would do this to me. Why the fuck he would send me off to go be with this man.
Why he easily chose me to be married off without a second thought.
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I feel someone tap my shoulder and I yawn covering my mouth. Realizing that I fell asleep on the car ride.
"We're here miss," Mr. Olsen offers his arm to hold and I latch onto it as I step down out of the car.
He walks me to the fancy door and I could hear a bunch of people laughing and talking behind the door. I don't realize that Mr. Olsen has gone until I look to where he was standing. I keep looking around in confusion and my wandering eyes stop when I see him walking towards me with a stoic expression.
"He-"
"Listen I don't want to talk to you, my names Alonzo, stay close to me and don't talk to me unless necessary," he takes my arm while opening the door with a tight lipped smile.
Theres a huge crowd of people that stare at us when we walk in.
Fuck my life.
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Hey yall so i haven't uploaded in a while because I've been super busy with school😭 but yeah this chapter was short get ready for the next !!
