My Fated Wife

"No, no, no, I said shouting at the top of my lungs. I will not marry him.

I refuse to, I will not marry Alexandria Cartwright, he has a bad reputation", I said, shouting and pleading with my eyes with tears rolling down my eyes.

"Kiana Elizabeth James", called my mother 'Lana James'.

"Please baby just do as your father says", she pleaded.

"You can't just marry me off like that. I'm not some cattle or property to be sold to the highest bidder". You are not a cattle neither are you property. My mother said.

"I don't think you guys love me at all, cause if you do you would at least consider my feelings and not force me to marry that evil bastard", I said tearfully.

"Please my love, you are not just doing this for us, you are also doing this for the family, your baby brother".

"Kiana" called my father, "please calm down, lets go to my study room to talk more on this".

"No, I'm not going anywhere with you" I busted out.

"I know you guys are doing this for you own selfish reasons and are not thinking about me".

No, my baby, no, that's not the reason at all, please my dear, just calm down, lets talk like mature adults that we are.

"If not so, why do you want to marry off your barely twenty-four year old daughter to a man you don't know well other than the fact he's dad's 'work friend', I said, using my fingers to make air quotes.

"I refuse to be a pawn in one of your stupid little games".

"Kiana", my father shouted in a very loud tone and I recoiled a bit, shocked.

"Lets discuss more on this matter in my study room".

This was one of the very few times my father ever raised his voice at me.

I looked at his face and saw anger in my father's face, not wanting to hear anymore I ran towards the door, opening it and shutting it with a loud bang.

"Whats wrong dear", Mr Beagle called from the driveway, leaning on my fathers black car.

Mr Beagle was my father's personal driver, who had been with us since I was seven.

He was basically like my second father since my father was not at home all the time. "Why are you crying dear"?

"Come, come, sit here", he said while tapping at the hood of the car.

"What happened?". I sat down on the hood of the car, and with tears rolling down my chin, I began explaining my predicament to him.