"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Ethan :
I never thought I’d see a day like this.
Guess what? I’m cleaning. House cleaning.
For fuck’s sake, how did my life come to this?
A few hours ago—
"Ethan! Get over here right now!"
My dad’s voice thundered through the house, sharp and commanding. I didn’t need to ask why—his tone told me everything. He must’ve found out about my MBA program.
I exhaled, steadying myself before stepping into the living room. "What is it, Dad?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay neutral.
He turned to face me, arms crossed, frown firmly in place. "Why didn’t you tell me you were doing an MBA?"
Ah. There it was.
"Why should I?" I shrugged, keeping my expression unreadable. "It’s not like I need to update you on every detail of my life."
His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. "If you had told me earlier, I could’ve gotten you into a better college. The one you’re attending now is just average."
Disappointment clung to his words, heavy and suffocating.
I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to laugh at the irony. Of course, it wasn’t about me. It was about his expectations, his idea of what my future should look like.
"I don’t want to go to a better college," I shot back, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.
My father exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "Ethan, I know you’re just passing the time, but after your MBA, you’re joining the family business. That’s final."
There it was. The real reason for this conversation.
"Why should I?" I snapped, pushing to my feet as frustration finally boiled over. "I don’t want anything to do with that business!"
His gaze hardened. "Why are you acting like this? That business put food on the table and gave you a good life. You don’t want to support it?"
"I never asked for any of it!" The words shot out before I could stop them, raw and unfiltered.
Silence stretched between us for a tense moment. Then he spoke, his voice dangerously calm.
"Then don’t use the money and the privileges that business has earned you."
His words hit their mark, sharp and precise, leaving no room for argument.
"Fine!" I clenched my fists, my heart pounding in my chest. "But I’m not joining, no matter what you say!"
I didn’t wait for his response. I turned on my heel and stormed out, the tension in the room suffocating me.
