The Tycoon's Bride.

e me, her hand still raised, eyes blazing with fury. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I held th

ce cold and sharp. My mouth opened, but no words came out; I was too stunn

smile on her lips. Her arms were crossed, and she looked at me with satisfaction and disgust. M

ed, her voice filled with anger, "The audacity of you to just walk away from the marriage. Who do you think you are

e two of them, struggling to find the right words. My father's expression was cold and harsh as she added, "At least he was considerate enough to do i

king tone. Her words were filled with insincerity, and I shot her a gl

this family?" my mother demanded. I glared at her, which only seemed to anger her

here slept with my fiancé on our engagement day, and somehow I am the embarrassme

r eyes and as

Do you even care about me at all? I have tried to be a good daughter, but no matter what I do, you treat me like I am some kind of anim

both are horrible," I muttered. My mother didn't respond; she just stared a

cared. At this point, they could have each other, and I hoped they rotted in hell together. I said nothi

me at that moment. I didn't understand what it was, but anger burned w

ffed, struggling to process her words. No way. Absolutely no way. These two had been c

rained smile. "Congratulations. I wish you a safe delivery," I sai

stopped, turning to look at her, confused

ting between my father, mother, and sister, tr

sign of a joke, but they were very serious, and it scared me. They wanted me to marry that man? That evil man? I had heard plenty about Tristan He

e you joking?" I asked, struggling to make

was supposed to marry him, but now that she is pregnant by the man you were supposed to marry, what choice do we have? We need this c

ey were doing, trying to ruin my life like this? Hadn't they done enough already? Confused, I called out, "Mother..." My

is marry Tristan Hernandez," I declared, being stubborn about my decision. I was determine

d pack my things. Suddenly, a couple of large men appeared out o

t they remained immovable. I looked back at my parents, fury boiling deep inside of me at that

pproval very obvious. "Your future husband will be coming f

se with each word, the anger and betrayal already taking me. Every day, I felt the length of my parents' hatred for me, and it was unbearable

than I had imagined. Without another word, I ran up the stairs, my mother's voice ec

a torrent of frustrated sobs. How could my own family be so cruel? I couldn't understand how they could be so heartless,

olled my eyes and buried my face in my hands, breaking down into another fit of tears. I cried so much that I lost track o

h. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and rose to my feet. Accepting my fate, I m

aces. Thankfully, my sister was nowhere to be seen; I wouldn't have been able to bear seeing her stupid face at that moment. A tall figure stood wit

were sweaty, and I could feel the gravity of the situation crashing down on me. With a final si

hadn't bothered to clean up at all; my face was swollen from tears, and my hair was a scattered mess. I looked like a disaster, but I didn't

. Recognition flashed across my face as I stared at him, trying to place where I had seen him before. He

ock. Tristan Hernandez, with a self-satisfied smile, looked at me and said, "Hello there! What a coincidence, it seems you ar

th Tristan? At this point, it seemed the universe was p

hell is