"I am not marrying a stuck up, selfish billionaire." I slammed my tiny hands on my fathers desk. He reacted calmly, making me shake of anger. "To bad sweetheart, it's already arranged." Dad interlocked his fingers, laying back in his chair. I glared at him. "You will regret this!" I threatened. He shrugged and looked at me. "Emerson darling, you'll thank me later."