A thunder storm had erupted within my home, am argument which shook the foundations of my abode, I had always had my head on a cool, resisting the defiant push, and this time he was at it again, but I had no intentions of budging to his wishes.
"I would never agree to this alliance" I spatt standing to my feet, while I watched my raging father stare at me.
His glare ferociously leveled on me, he sat with his hands tapping on the chair's arm and his feet level to the ground.
I had expected a retort, a scream or at best a demand of sorts, but for minutes non came, till the very moment I walked off, deciding on leaving his presence.
I wailed falling to my bed the moment those doors had drawn close behind me, crying my eyes out, with a jerking body from sobs and raining liquid of tears.
I could not believe the care he never gave, the love we never got and no matter how hard I and my siblings tried matching his taste and vast desires, his love seemed only focused on his drive to succeed, his quest for power and his love for wealth, and guess his children dimmed sacrifice enough in capturing his victory.
All my life I've sort for love, the intriguing care and comfort between a lover's arm and the solace of knowing how much I mattered to a person. Never did I care so much over ambitions and large spikes of wealth, a comforting, happy life was worth seeking to me, a direct opposite of my father's choices for himself.
I couldn't quite grasp the thought of marrying someone I barely even knew his name, the cringe of that feeling made my hear burn in anger. All I was ever told was of his benefits to my father, and the intent of our supposed union.
"He chose you for a reason" my father had previously informed.
He pretended his reasons weren't clear enough, the feeling of my body and the claim over me was that importer's reasons for his choice, cause why else would a person wish for a union having no knowledge of his bride.
Just a bad day with the worst choice ever made and I was being signed of as a seal to a contract, a collateral damage for an outfall which could crumble my dad's political ambitions and business ventures, which I really couldn't care less. I just wanted to stay underneath, accepting whatever he did throw till I had grown capable enough to walk away or rather be in the arms of someone I choose for myself, but that wish he too had taken from me, tossing it to the ground as he wished, an evident road he had swung my two siblings upon, dragging me towards that same part, to the misery the both were clearly living through.
Slowly I heard the door being drawn open behind me, the steps following had sounds like those of my father, walking behind me he took a seat, laying his hands on my back as a beckon for me to rise.
"When did you return?" I asked Jeff my older sibling, seeing his face appear before my eyes.
My eyes glittered on seeing him, he was to me a bedrock, the only reason I could slightly keep up the ruse upon this very moment, he was my courageous hero, one which did bow to my father's whimp.
"While you raced up the stairs" he replied to my previous question, watching kindly at me, with his hands clasping to my face.
He had pity written all over his face although he tried masking it off with the smile on his lips, he failed at every attempt, showing his worry on watching me go through his previous ordeal.
Like my sister Amia, Jeff had been forced into marrying someone he wasn't in love with, and although he had met his mate, my father never really believed in those, threatening on having her killed if he defiled his wishes, and so our stubborn brother whom we had thought would go rougue soon, had bowed once and for all to our father's desires.
"Why don't you go along with it, you know papa would always have his way no matter what, let's say a year or two you get your divorce and work away" Jeff advised.
His suggestion had gotten up to me, he was right about our father, he would stop at nothing in achieving his aim, and neither was mine going to be any different. He surely was going to get me and all it would take was time and dire consequences of pain, something I wasn't ready on bearing at the least.
But something was off, I had no clue on how to get it all done, I knew no one and from all I heard, divorce was a messy gamble and with a mafia CEO as powerful as placing my dad on federal senatorial seat alone, I was moving in for a deep dive.
Although it could seem weird, I barely knew whom I was required on getting married too, the details I knew of him were quite little.
He was of the Slade house hold, leaders of a dominant pack, rich and affluent, believed to rule the world above and beneath.
"Don't you worry, I would help you out when the time comes" Jeff said to me, seeming asif he had read my thoughts and concerns.
He smiled at me, walking towards the door, asking I walk him through to our father. I knew our dad had sent him to me in other to persuade me, and successfully he had done that, but If i surely knew my father, this would be his first attempt into convincing me, just before moving the extra mile, which Jeff never failed mentioning that to me, and asides the work of suggesting a solution, Jeff tendered my decision to my father, gladening his heart, as he happily smiled giving him a path on his shoulders.
"Now I would get what I've always desired" I heard my father say, while I walked furiously away back into my room.
I had a feeling of regret wash through my veins, my humility had paid me nothing but same path I had tried evidently in surpassing, I felt humiliated doing every wish of his until this very moment, a wasted past and a future on same path, men to dominate my every wish, was something I couldn't bear any longer. At that moment i had decided, if life was going to roll, it was on my pull, but at the moment I was to let my father have the strings, at least a last pull wouldn't hurt a bit
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The sky had darkened, letting the star wonder above as active noises had grown, my stipulated suitor had been invited by my father, and the linens of my clothes were being fastened, with an extra help for my makeover.
It seemed so important of a man my father had chosen, making me wonder a bit about his age and status in society.
"My beautiful daughter" my dad said staring at me after his walk into my bedroom.
At the moment I felt disgusted being called the daughter of my father, it made my stomach turn inside, I could bearly stand that very moment, the saddened life we had to tolorate as offsprings of an over ambitious man, who's ego stood taller than the mighty walls of China, an unapologetic self centered being, I perceived him to be.
"I'm leaving" I said to my father, walking off those doors towards the living room.
It was a strain watching him gloat over a conquest he had already lost, I was fufiling his wishes as I always did, but this time, I was doing it on my terms and not his, I had fed enough from his needs, mine was up next.
Time took it's cause and ran mid into the night before our guests could arrive, rightly guessed he was an affluent man, the cars he came by with and the guards which followed suit were evident of that. From the window space I watched him walk out the car, welcomed by my father, his stance portrayed a much younger person, a version I didn't expect nor ever did think off.
"Welcome to my abode"
My dad ushered my recently bethroath in, walking him right towards the diner table, I stood at the living room above watching and listening, until my supposed time of entrance. Our guest seemed quite impatient on meeting me and my dad wansted no time in requesting for my presence, it had a look of typical hindi introduction but rather this time with a Madiv touch.
Slowly I walked down the stairs towards my proposed mate, it was a touch grace and valour walking down that part, right until I had a clear view of my bethroathed.
"Jason Blake" I called out, shocked at whom I had seen.
"It's Jason Slade" he said rising as he pulled me into a hug, with a grin I felt plastered on his face.
Now I had gotten to understand, I might have made a rash decision thinking it was a river rather than an exact ocean, this wasn't just a person of power lusting after me, but it was a hatred which took long enough to build, a planned revenge I never thought Jace would fufil, I hope at that very moment of a twist in the course of time.