FORCED TO MARRY MY UGLY MAID

ble, his patience wearing thin with each passing minute. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth ti

of meeting the woman his father had chosen for him. He had expected someone glamorous and sophisticate

st and her posture hesitant. Kyle's gaze narrowed as he took in the sight of Edith Thomas, her pla

le quipped, his tone laced with sarcasm a

. Kyle noted with a hint of satisfaction that she seemed ill at ease in such opulent

he had no interest in marrying her. But her mother's insistence

oftly, her voice barely above a whisper as s

he surface. He had no desire to waste his time with someone as insignificant as Edith, and he made no

epresented everything he despised—modesty, humility, and a complete lack of ambition. How co

is over with," Kyle said dismissively, his tone drip

th condescension. "Tell me about yourself. Wh

struggled to find the words to respond. "I...I don't know," she ad

he regarded her with thinly veiled contempt. "Typical," he muttered under his bre

d his piercing stare. She had hoped that this meeting would be an opportu

uestion. “Edith, What makes you think yo

latant rejection. She had known from the start that Kyle would never accept h

ed, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "But my mother

curl of his lip. He had expected her to beg and plead for his approval

d scornfully, his words like a dagger to Edith's already wounded

mposed, her resolve unshaken by his cruel words. She knew that Kyle's disdain stemmed fr

stant reminder of their vast differences. But despite his best efforts to make her refuse the arrange

urity and pettiness. And though Edith knew that their meeting had not gone as planned, s