Twisted Desires: He may never be mine

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tting the scorching heat rush in. My patience was wearing thin. I understood my father's reluctance to see me, but he c

de me like a volcano. "Come on, Dad! You can't

e this? Google doesn't provide answers for these

rolled up the window. I pondered for a

head. "What I need to do is call Dad. Yes," I reached for my bag on the

w, but if Dad wants to be stubborn, I do

nt, Isabelle?"

good to finally

e time for t

nyone, will it," I said, forcing a smile. "But since you're so eager to he

ing reception. If you're craving biscuits so badly, jus

en for a moment. "You know, for someone born in Paris, you'd think y

owing who you're speaking to, wou

hat man," I pleaded. Sure, you'd expect me to be defiant, but marriage? I might as well jump off

ed to worry about those things. Just p

t I

nded. Would my future husband be the same? "I've wasted enough time. Cal

efore I dwelled on my fu

rincess movies at one point; that's the only explanation for the house being built like this. Two statues of demons with angelic wings flanked the gates. The fence gleamed wit

d when I ate. With so many restrictions, it's no wonder I rebelled against his rules. Even his fence seemed like a

life's possibilities. Now? I was scared. Scared to live in this house again without Mom. Scared to embark on another cha

Dad had to family since Uncle's death many years ago. Uncle Joe passed when I was three, so I don't know much about him beyond stori

is ridiculous

ckly rolled down the window. Had Dad changed his mind? Had my efforts paid off? "I'm

xt month, same time, same place!" I yelled, pulling

own. I wasn't an independent woman; I was spoiled rotten. I sighed, hitting the brakes after leaving the driveway

nything money could buy. The keyword being 'was'. Since

I'd finally have the chance to explore and be free.

I can't explore through marriage? First, I need to settle unfinished business,

tion again, heading

life awai