"I m not taking a no for an answer, Kian Wilson. You will go to the party and then return. It's that simple."
Valeria Wilson said, taking a little sip from the red wine flute, eyeing her nephew, expecting an immediate yes from his side.
Kian groaned in frustration. That was the only thing he might be hating all his life.
'Parties', were something he hated the most. And he had a valid reason for it which he did not feel ready to share with anyone yet.
"Valeria are you trying to kill me??"
He asked, placing both his hands on his chest exactly where his heart lied, faking pain in his facial expressions.
"No. Why would I even dare to? You are my only living heir."
Valeria scoffed tasting the wine, trying to figure out the details of its taste with her tongue.
"So is that what you only care about? Me taking over your late husband's legacy?"
"Is it not fair after I raised you for so long and not expect that in return?"
