I felt overwhelming nausea as I stared at my mom and dad, staring at me expectantly. Were one of the prominently rich families in Asia, and of course, our every action is caught on cam.
"Oh, I didn't realize that." I said as heat crept up my cheeks. I hoped my siblings were here to help me out.
"So you're saying no to me, the bachelor of the Lovelands? Geez, thank goodness," Mr Nico-something Loveland turned his back on me, just like that.
I also turned my back towards them but...
"Who wants to get involved with your pathetic family anyway?" I heard him mutter.
My ears burned with anger and I strode toward him sharply. I gestured to the camera to face us. When the camera man signaled that we were on focus, I grabbed the demon's arm and said loudly,
"How dare you, call my family pathetic just because I turned down your wedding proposal." I dramatically moved closer to face the camera. "Our family has been successful in everything we do and we dont step on people who are poorer or richer than us, but if we get trampled like this by people like him," I pointed to the Loveland bachelor who paled like a paper, "then I should prove him and his family that we are not useless people. WE, ARE SOMETHING MORE. Therefore, I accept this arranged marriage." I stared at them and left the scene.
What the fuck have I done?!
*
When I reached my room, I was trembling. Now what the fuck do I do? I jumped when I heard my private line ring.
I picked the phone up and caught my breath...
"WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING STUPID WORDS WERE YOU SAYING JUST A FEW MOMENTS AGO? HUH?!"
Carlisle Dela Vega shouted at me. One of my two brothers.
"WELL WHAT THE FUCK DUDE, DIDN'T YOU MOTHERFUCKING HEAR? SHE'S GONNA GET MARRIED!" Gavin Dela Vega answered with menace. My second brother. Not likely second. Were all of the same age.
I could hear scuffles in the other line, they must be praparing to come home, their flight's in four hours so....
"STOP YELLING YOU TWO! GOLDEN! GET THE MOTHER FUCKING JET MOVING WE'RE GOING HOME RIGHT. THIS. MINUTE!" Vivienne shouted.
"I'M FUCKED." I replied chocking on my words.
"Yes! we're mother fucking ruined! What ever happened to the promise that no one's gonna get married Shanara?!" Vivienne berated.
"I'm sorry! I panicked!" I answered still trembling. "What was I supposed to do in there? It felt like a slap to me! I didin't like what he said" I was crying now. And I. Never. Cry.
"Calm down now and wait for us. Keep yourself alone and don't talk to anyone but us. Lock the door and wait. We'll use the jet see you in an hour." Golden cut the coversation.
I dropped my phone in the bed and rubbed my face. I felt scared and confused of what just happened to me. What the fuck did I just do? Tying myself in an arranged marriage when it was the last thing that I wanted in this fucked up life of mine? What was I supposed to do now? I'm a mother fucking Dela Vega. I could run away but then I'll be recognized anywhere. Supposed I do a plastic fucking surgery?
I dropped to the bed and groaned.
What the fuck do I do now?