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Chapter Eight

Amelia's POV

"You". He said in disbelief from where he stood at the altar. I can't believe who I was going to marry. A man I just fought with. He was looking so handsome right now, but he was the same man who tried to humiliate me in front of some cultured Ghanian people who believed that showing some skin was a bad practice. My parents always told us that we should wear things that made us comfortable behind closed doors, but outside we should wear things that made us decent to the society.

Everybody turned their decorated heads and faces to look at me. My father brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered,

" Is there a problem? From the looks of things I think you've met before." I only answered his statement with a nod and looked up ahead. Immediately, our gazes looked. His hair was cut and styled in perfection. He was really looking handsome today. His lip ring was in between his teeth. I think he was studying me. His lip rose into a smirk shortly after. He stepped out of the small alter and approached me. Was this supposed to be allowed. The piano which was being played by, I think, Robert stopped immediately.  He has always been interested in playing the piano since we were kids. The man who I still didn't know stopped by me and smiled.

"Is this your daughter. I mean, the one am going to get married to?" He asked the obvious. Why would I be holding hands with my dad if not. Pathetic.I looked at my dad and he seemed a little intimidated by him. Seriously, this was getting too much. He was a little bit taller than my father, but why was he intimidated. I think it was because he was rich and could do whatever he wanted to him. My father looked at him and gave him the obvious answer.

"Yes, she is." I looked at him and he was looking directly at me with a look that said,'interesting'.

"Then am not going to get married to her." He looked at me again and his smirk rose to a smile."You look beautiful by the way " he said and that made my heart melt. Why was that having this effect on me. I just felt something in me when he said it. Something I can't quite explain. He turned to leave, but before he could, my father removed his hands from mine and held the other man's right arm to stop him. He stopped immediately and turned to face us again. What was going on? If he didn't want to marry me, he could. I mean, there are tons of girls out there dying to be with him anyway so why not? My father removed his hands and joined his two hands in a pleading way. Was he pleading for him to get married to me. That I think wasn't needed so I used my right hand to bring his down.

"Please, can you tell us why you don't want her. She is beautiful. She is a virgin and anything you would expect from a girl. Nowadays virginity rate is reducing. Is hard to find a girl who is a virgin on these modern times." He said. What the hell was virginity rate. I looked at my groom, I mean, the man and he was smirking again. I think it was a habit.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I know she is brand new. She has never been touched and all that, but she is kinda bitchy and I don't need bitches in my house." He said and turned to leave again, but this time he stopped in his tracks and said, "The money is going to be discussed at my house tomorrow." What money? My father shocked by saying his next words and the tears in my eyes resurfaced afterwards.

"I promise. If you have her, you can punish her anyway you like for her malice towards you. She is going to be all yours afterward. You can hit her if you want to. You can do anything you want with her. Any kind of assault you want to give her." How could a father do that. He was really fed up with me living here. If he wanted me to leave then why not tell me? I would have never come here in the first place if it wasn't for my alma mater. I blinked to stop the tears from escaping.

My groom stood in front of me and furrowed his brow. "Oh really?" He asked and my father confirmed with a,"Yes". I couldn't speak. They told me not to speak because if I did and ruined the celebration, I would have to leave. I didn't care about leaving. I could rent an apartment or even by a house with the price money. The cost of leaving in this town wasn't that high. At this particular time, I didn't want to see my family again. They've shown me that truly you family can also be your enemy. I took my hands out of my father's light grip on them and walked over to my groom. His eyes held surprise in them.