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in me for a stroll," Tristan persistently said to me w

We were classmates in college, and he was one of my suitors that I rejected. Eventually, we decided to remain friends, o

rk? Your Dad might scol

s quite rebellious during our college days and often got into trouble. His parents couldn't do much about it since h

e work seriously once I'm in charge. But for now, I need to enjoy life

smiled at him. I didn't have much to do at the company t

right away, okay?! I might g

ched me and hu

promise we won't be late going home, Princess

able clothing. I couldn't stroll around with Tristan i

approaching me. I smiled at Tristan, held o

n important matter to attend to. I planned to go straight home a

indulged in a satisfying meal. Tristan then brought me to an amusement park, and I couldn't help but

me happy today, Tri!" I happ

Tristan's sweetness, as he had been like this since our school days. It

happy today, so you owe me

an escorted me back home, and I thanked him again before he l

ing upstairs. I knew they were in the home office. I quickly climbed the stair

n as they saw me enter. Daddy's face turned red, indicating his anger, while Mommy's eyes glared at him as if sh

I closed the doo

the house, and suddenly, I hear you an

swivel chair, and rubbed his foreh

arrange the marriage of your sister Eleanor with Julian Dante,

om my father. I couldn't believe i

oo young!" I raised my voice in

ou should be the one to marry into the Moore family since yo

now. But more importantly, I'm not ready for an arranged marriage, and I don't want a fixed marriage! I want to marry a man I love, someone with whom we sha

take responsibility for our business. I've never complained; I've never dared to. I know that if I disagree with what my dad wants me to do, he'll make my sister do it, and I want that to happen. I don't

rees! She wants Eleanor to marry her son! What does she see in that child?! She hasn't done

" I exc

that. I looked at him sadly, meeting his eyes while

a good daughter of yours, and a good sister to me. But, Dad, it's sti

r life turning out like this? Why can't we choose what we want in our lives? Why do they need to control us? We have our own lives, and we sho

don't love and who doesn't love me. I don't want to suffer like my parents in