Lydia's POV :

Lydia Spells slammed her father's door ,with so much anger , while walking towards him.

" Why do you do that to me ? Am i that unworthy to you? Am i a cheap object that you can sell to anyone you want for your own benefit? Let me tell you something  ; a father is supposed to protect her daughter , no matter what! That's not the case for you... You don't deserve to have a daughter like me! You don't deserve to be called a FATHER! " , she shouted so loudly that the entire Spells mansion must have heard her.

"Young lady ! Mind your language ! This is not how you are supposed to talk to your father , show some respect! "

Mister Eric Spells was sitting in his rockchair inside of his office , smoking a fine cuban cigar . He didn't seem worried at all ,about the accusations of her daughter. He even felt somehow proud that she found out about it by herself.

" Respect? How dare you talk about respect when you have no sense of self-respect ! Wow ! That's..that's the most absurd word i heard from you today! How can i respect you after what you did ,huh? How dare you decide for me ? I'm a grown-up girl , and i take whatever decisions i want! You don't have the right to force me to do anything against my will! "

" My dear daughter. Let me clarify something . Well, some little things. First of all ,  you are aware that we have no other choice ,but to accept Mr . Larson's proposal. Our family company was established since 1886. I can't and won't ever accept to lose this wealth. My grand parents ' great grand parents have run this company with success. I we lose this ... we'll be ruined . We'll lose this house ...where you were born and where...well where your mother died ...we'll have to sell everything and panhandling on the streets to survive! "

"I don't care ! Everything has a solution! And that that decision you took , is not the right one! I object to this decision!"

" Why darling? You know that i'm doing this for a good cause. You're already twenty four , soon twenty five , and it's high time for you to get married and have kids."

" Getting married to someone i love and who i know...Not to a complete stranger that i've never met ! "

"Mr Larson's son is a handsome billionaire and i'm pretty sure that both of you will get along , as you're a pretty girl !"

Lydia grabbed a bottle of whiskey which was on a table next to her , and she threw it agaisnt the wall with all her strength.

"Noooooo! I won't get married to that man ! I won't , do you hear me ! You can't force me ! Over my dead body ,do you hear me ? "

Mr Eric suddenly got out of his chair and grabbed Lydia's hand ,tightly.

" Listen up ,you rude child. For all those twenty-four years of bringing you up , alone as a single father , i've shown enough forbearance . And when it's your turn to return the favour ,you refuse ?! Do you think that my money grew on trees all these times? Whenever you wanted to have something ,i made my best to give it to you...And your reaction is...heartbreaking ! Really heartbreaking for a father who gave you everything without hesitation!"

" BECAUSE THAT WAS YOUR DUTY AS A FATHER!!! How could you expect a child without maternal love and affection ,to provide her with essential stuffs ,while her father doesn't even let her find a job?! Everytime i told you that i'm going to help you with the expenses ,you tell me that i was too young to work ! Now, when i've reached my twenty-four ,and that i want to do my dream-job, you tell me that this isn't a work for someone of high-social status like me! What's wrong with being a nurse ,huh? How does it affects my social background?"

"You're not ready for this kind of atmosphere..."

"You see! When will i be ready then? So ,for you, i'm ready to get married ,but not ready to get a job, huh? That's it? That's a no for me!"

How rude and selfish of you! "

His grip tightened whenever Lydia tried to resist.

"Haha ! Look who's the one who's talking about selfishness! Yes ,you've guessed!  That same man who's selling his child to a rich man to save his company! "

Lydia suddenly felt a warm hand on her right cheek .

How can a father do this to his own child? Why?

She fell to the ground , crying , and touching the cheek that his father has just slapped.

" You've been acting like a debauched lately ! Do you think that because you're already an adult , you can disobey me whenever you want? Forget about that! No way! As long as you live under my roof , you have have to be dutiful! And since you choosed to confront me , then you'll get married tomorrow ! "

"Father...noooooo! "

Lydia was sobbing.

"Enough! "

"Dad pleeeease... don't...do that to me...i beg you...pleassssse...."

"My decision is irrevocable . You should have known that my patience is not inexhaustible! A designer will be there in the afternoon for the wedding gown . Don't you dare be late!"