WANTED BY YOU || book 4

CHAPTER 12

song: Lana Del Rey - how to disappear

France, Paris

"You can't force me to marry somebody I don't love grandfather" I stared at my grandpa's disapproval as he sat in his chair across from mine.

My mother was crying against my father's chest at the sudden news I had just delivered to them.

My father was disappointed that I'd get another woman pregnant knowing I was engaged to another.

But that didn't matter to me because I was in love with Amélie.

"I love Amélie Carlsen for who she is. I don't care if she's a street woman I love her" my tone was set in cold and final manner. One that I had masked just like my grandfather whenever he'd make important decisions.

One being mine in marriage.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to find you a woman that fitted our customs and traditions? I did everything for you because you're my only grandson"

He wasn't shouting, but he wasn't calm either. His frail elderly hands raised slightly as if he were ready to hit me. But he couldn't because he also adored me like no other.

"But that's not what I want grandpa. I don't want Elizabeth, I want Amélie" I whispered almost too tiredly.

I was done with this conversation and I didn't care if they weren't. Because I was.

"Son, listen to your grandfather. He went through high and low to find you this girl. One that isn't picky and wouldn't take you for granted" my father spoke as he held my mother closer to him.

This was bullshit.

No other woman would change my mind about Amélie because I loved her and I was going to love the child she was carrying.

"I won't listen" I spoke as I stood up with my fisted hands "if you don't approve of her I'll run away somewhere far away where I'll start a life of my own with her and our child"

My mother's gasp and louder cries could be heard even clearer now. My father's expression was unreadable but he knew I'd actually do it.

"And what would you do to provide for her and the child? What would you make for a living to keep a roof over your head?" My grandfather spoke as he challenged me.

Smirking lightly I walked closer towards him but kept a safe distance between us.

"I'll paint and sculpt. I'm quite good and brilliant at my art work so I'll do that for a living"

Silence filled the room for about three seconds.

My grandfather stood up and paced the room for about five minutes. He didn't look too happy and I knew he was going to do exactly what I wanted him too.

"She'll adapt, will she?" He asked me as he stared at the fireplace that's light burned through the whole room.

"She will" I answered rather quicker then I thought I would. My father eyed my grandfather warily. Anticipation lingered his gaze.