Chapter Nine

You have been arranged in marriage with Harper, you can't contest that decision." leaving no space for discussion.

I burst into laughter.

"You're joking, right?" I question as I turn to face their serious expressions.

My father looks right at me, his serious business face, "Does it look like I'm joking?"

Then I understand he's completely serious.

"Mom, you can't just stand by and let Dad do this. He's talking about this woman; she is stubborn, arrogant, and…" I stumble over my words, unable to express my feelings.

"And smart. I like her for you."

"You will get married in two months," and there is no place for negotiation.

I suddenly get up from my seat, slam the door behind me, and walk out of the house with many ideas racing through my head.

I am so furious when I get home that I instinctively clench my fist and punch the wall to let out my frustration. My hand feels a piercing pain.

I was pacing back and forth in my living room. I can't fathom why my dad would come up with suc