CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE
EDWARD'S POV
I fumed as my Dad relayed just what Dera had said earlier to me in a rude manner. He was so keen on forcing a relationship on me that I was beginning to harbor some form of hate towards him.
"Dad, I can't..."
"She said you gave her a tough time," he said disappointedly. "How do you intend to get married if you keep on with this stupid act of yours?"
"Dad, I've told you this before, i do not have any interest to marrying Dera!" I shouted into the phone, just in case he had lost his hearing "I have a fiancee already, and I love her..."
"See you in my house. I'll be expecting to meet you and the fiancee I chose for you, in an hour's time. Do not keep me waiting," he ended the call after passing the message.
I hit my fist on my office's glass table in frustration.
