THE LOVE I CAN SACRIFICE

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s, looking at me with pity in her eyes, "You know, your father meant well." She began, I rolled my puffy eyes, I was interested in the food she was holding, "What's that?" I asked completely ignoring her statement, she then smiled raising the tray, "Your favorite. Pepper noodles with water." I gulped down, she just knew how to bribe me. "So tell me, don't you want to get married?" She looked at me, sat on the bed, Jessica was nice, she reminded me alot of Mom but despite everything, I missed Mom. Dad could use her to get to know parenting better. "Not that I don't want to get married, I want to experience love in its dimensions before I get married. But what dad's telling me to do…that's torture" I sniffed. She sighed, then patted me on the back, "How about I speak to your father, maybe just maybe, he'd listen to me." She added, I smiled, then threw my arms around her, "Thank you, Jessica," I mumbled to her. "You're welcome. Now eat your noodles before it gets cold. That totally worked." She joked, making me laugh a little, as she walked out of the door, I stared at the noodles, about to munch it when I received a text, "Babe, let's meet up". My smile widened, as I saw the text from Lan. Apparently, I had a boyfriend whom I loved so much, and the feelings were reciprocated. I met Lan in school and we've been sweethearts for close to three years now, and no matter how my dad kept telling me to get married to a man old enough to be my grandfather, that was not happening, I took a deep breath, then stood up as I grabbed my jacket from the table, I stormed out, ignoring my dad's incessant calls. I turned looking at my house, this was the last time, anyone was going to see me. I turned heading to where my love lay. Wellington's Residence DOMINIC'S POV The house was calm, the peaceful glance of the mansion which held countless memories of my childhood surfaced before me, taking a deep breath, the door suddenly opened, with Damian holding onto the door as it opened ajar, Taking a short bow, he says" Welcome home, sir." Looking at him, couldn't help but wonder how he had been all these years, "Damian," I called, with our eyes meeting, it's been a while. "Most definitely.' flashing a small smile to me, just then the butler came out with Grandpa behind him, "Son, how nice of you to return home to this old man after all these years." My grandfather frowned a little, his skin which was already wrinkled due to old age, as he stared at me. That was the brain behind the successful name, Wellington. Grandpa had built the name from scratch with my father taking over the company, but it didn't last in his time as my parents were brutally murdered alongside my ol