Red Thread ♡《Laurence x Reader》DISCONTINUED

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Well..idk if this will be that good of a chapter. I'm super tired but..I just really want to write lol. I might go over and edit it some other time if I'm up for it (that depends if it's bad or not though lol).

"Look, Y/N, it's up to me, not you, to decide who you're gonna marry, you hear? Now, I have a busy day at work tomorrow and you need to pick out what dresses you're going to be wearing at the photo shoot, so let's stop talking about this before I get any more frustrated than I already am with you-"

"No. No, I'm not going to stand around here, a-and let you push me around like you always do," I responded, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Me? Pushing you around? You're kidding. When have I ever forced you to do something!? I always give you what you want, and here you are being absolutely disrespectful." He sighed.

"What? I think you should reconsider what you just said, father. You are FORCING me to marry Garroth without even consent. You just decided to suddenly bring it up at the last minute, what do you expect me to say? No? Right in front of his entire family?"

My father went to speak, but he seems to have lost the argument. He already sounded angered before, but little did I know he wasn't even getting started.

Fathers eye twitched.

"i'm trying to give you a good future— look what I've given you. A huge mansion, all the clothes you could ever try on, even a boyfriend, sweetie. What's so horrible about that? I can't believe how bloody ungrateful you are." He snapped.

"Have you ever thought about how I felt about all that? Do you seriously think I enjoy being forced into these tight clothes almost daily— heck, I don't even like Garroth. How many times do I have to repeat myself- "

"Shut. Up. Now." He gritted his teeth. "Where's all this anger suddenly come from? Why are you bringing this up now? Wouldn't you of told me sooner?" He stepped forward towards me.

. . .

"You seem to be on the conversation about Garroth a lot too. Yes..I know you don't like Garroth, but.."

My eyes widened.

"Is there someone else?"

I always knew my father was a smart man. 
I guess he saw right through me.

The tension was thick in the air.

"Ah, I suppose I've hit the nail right on the head," his lips curved upwards.

"Laurence." Is all I managed to say. I think that's all that needed to be said in the heat of the moment.

"Him..? You're kidding. He's not even rich," father responded.

"Why's that matter?" I could feel the anger boiling up in my body.

"You're a rich girl from a rich family. Do you know how bad it would look upon our family name to go and marry some guy off the streets? No. NO WAY under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES am I going to allow you to marry scum such as him— he's dirt— filth."

The words were erupted from his mouth, spitting fire at me.

NO WAY under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES am I going to allow you to marry scum such as him

Those words echoed through my head. Repeating. Repeating. My heart tore then and there— it was useless. Inevitable. I knew it from the start anyway.

There was no such thing as a happy ending— the books were a lie. I would never be with Laurence.

I glanced at my father one last time, he didn't really seem sympathetic at all. My hands were trembling, I felt like I was about to break down at any given moment. 

I heard loud footsteps from behind, a female voice shouting my fathers name.

"Lukas."

It was mother.

She had a fierce look on her face.

"What, Rosemary?" He looked up at mother. "I suppose you heard our argument?"

"Yes. Yes I did. I was annoyed to begin with since you brought up the idea of forcing Y/N into marriage, and here she is complaining as I expected." Mother rubbed her temples.

"You were never forced to be married, please don't force our daughter to commit to something like this. Please."

Father seemed apologetic, but brushed it off quickly. He shook his head. He turned back around to read his magazine, but mother grabbed onto his wrist.

"I know you have good intentions..but she will be fine. I promise," she smiled reassuringly at him.

He looked back at her.

"We were fine, right? I'm sure she will be as well," mother giggled. "Besides, we can always lend her some money if she is struggling. I know you didn't plan to and all..but c'mon. Let her live her own life for once."

Father sighed.

"Fine. I'll call Garte about it."

Father walked up to me, doing something I thought he never would. He levelled down to my height, hugging me. I was unsure of how to react, but I managed to wrap my arms around him despite the sudden action.

"I'm sorry if I was controlling you, I really did have good intentions believe it or not."

He let go and headed upstairs to make the phone call. Mother was rubbing my back, smiling at me.

The tension was gone, and I felt like a million bricks had been lifted from my shoulders instantaneously.

"See, your father might be cold but he does have a heart."