Longing For Love

04

YUAN POV.

Dang it! She's fucking pretty!
What's wrong with me? the hell.

09********9 , her number.. keziah’s number. i tried to call that number but what the fuck? wrong number? they said that this number doesn't exist? what the fuck! how cruel this world is.

“ Yuan Alexandro!! ” sigaw ni mom sa baba, at agad akong bumaba

“ Yeah? what's wrong? ” i coldly response.

“We fucking saw the news, you’re a fucking lawyer, huh? You’re a fucking lawyer! How many times did I tell you that you need to handle the company, huh?” Dad yelled.

And since the day I was born, they kept saying that I needed to fucking handle that dumb company. But no fucking way. Being a lawyer is my fucking dream, and no one can stop me.

I stood there, my fists clenched tight, and the air in the room felt heavy with his anger.

“You think this is a joke?” he continued, his voice rising. “You think I worked my ass off for you to just turn around and say you want to be a lawyer? That’s not how this works!”

“And I’ve told you,” I said, my voice firm and cutting through his rant, “that I’m not going to waste my life running a company I don’t care about. That’s your dream, Dad, and it’s not mine.”

His face twisted in frustration, and he pointed a trembling finger at me. “You’re my son! You owe it to this family, to me, to step up and take responsibility! This company is your legacy—”

“And I don’t want it!” I shouted back, the words echoing off the walls. “I didn’t ask for this legacy, and I sure as hell don’t owe you or anyone else my dreams. I worked for this, I earned this, and I’m going to be a lawyer whether you like it or not!”

Silence fell between us, thick and suffocating. And for a moment, I thought I saw something in his eyes—hurt, disappointment, maybe even regret—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“One day,” he said, his voice low and bitter, “you’ll realize you made the biggest mistake of your life.”

“And maybe I will,” I said, my tone calm but resolute. “But at least it’ll be my mistake. My life, my choice.”

And without waiting for another word, I turned and walked out, leaving behind the weight of his expectations and finally feeling free.

“If you don’t want to handle the company, then marry Claudia. Maky’s daughter,” Mom said, her voice laced with irritation as she crossed her arms and stared at me like she had just solved a complicated equation.

I froze mid-step, turning to face her. “What the hell did you just say?”

“You heard me,” she replied, her tone sharper now. “If you’re so insistent on chasing this lawyer nonsense, then at least do something for this family. Marry Claudia and secure the merger. That’s the least you can do after turning your back on the company.”

I let out a hollow laugh, running a hand through my hair in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right? You think arranging some business deal through a marriage is going to fix everything? What is this, the 18th century?”

“It’s called responsibility,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing. “We’ve given you everything—education, opportunities, a name. And this is how you repay us? By being selfish?”

“And marrying someone I don’t love isn’t selfish?” I shot back, my voice rising. “For what? To keep your precious company afloat? To save face with your socialite friends? I’m not some pawn in your little corporate chess game!”