I'm quite happy to read a compliment on this book that I've made and even if I wasn't given one, I would've continued this book since it's my favourite out of the two books I've written, edited and published. Nevertheless the comment was supportive and I'm grateful.

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Reality really hits you like a ton of bricks. Doesn't it? I've been stripped away of my ability to make decisions. Eventually they are going to tell me how to run my life. Like what to wear or where I should live and in this case, the arrangement of my marriage. What my father said paralyzed me but Nate seemed okay with the idea.

"The thing is do we really need an heir immediately?" his appearance common collected nothing out of place behaving as though he is the epitome of perfection. A calm, handsome, intellectual and rich characteristic of a guy every girl wants to marry but my dread expressions speaks the truth.

I try my best not to feel affected by this changing the dread expression to a happy one placing a bright fake smile on my slender face. Like a doll sitting pretty while doing nothing.

I was a bit agitated so I couldn't help but glance at Nate hoping that he cancels the engagement. A smile appeared on his stone cold face as I stared at him. His eyes immediately meeting mine, subconsciously I shifted my eyes to my sweaty palms as it cuddled each other. That smirk of his could really make someone uneasy; it's a bit frightening if you think about it.

Their discussing this whole heir making process as if its business. My opinion nor decisions weren't needed, ultimately I felt useless. Time passed by and they finally finished their chit-chat and the only thing I was good for was fitting the image of a beautiful, well-mannered woman.

The whole situation really drained me emotionally as well as physically. Sitting in an elegant pose with these killer heels is painful, but I'm used to it. As I left my assigned seat and swept pass Nate not before casting a glance I disappeared from the room.

I wished or at least hoped for a normal happy family in those heart-warming movies. They laugh at hilarious jokes; cried at silly squabbles and in the end overflowing love always fills their hearts. Not only did I understand how exactly the heart works by these kinds of movies but envied such things.

Envy sooner or later became loath and even a bit of it can cause waves of hate spiralling all over my surroundings. In that instant every heart-warming scene can turn sour. Deadly glares are always present when this happens; it causes many people to fear me genuinely. Lashing out, quarrels and screams erupts at any given time I'm at a bad mood.

My reputation wasn't easily shaken by this as I quickly learned how to suppress my tantrums.

I'm known as the 'Shark' for my excellent tactics, successfully catching my preys and can easily manoeuvre through the frivolous ways of this corrupted world. Gaining the attention of the public not only for my intelligence, but my amazing looks. Suitors here and there were present, but my parents deemed them 'useless' since their family background was poor or not rich enough basically as long as their beneficial.

Nate is the perfect candidate, but I don't understand why Tabatha didn't plead our parents to marry him? Dashing he and she is, they would be a lovely couple in my opinion, yet she haven't tried to persuade them in the least. Odd, very odd and also hard to believe.

Is there a plot against me? Very likely there is one; to be honest I wouldn't be surprise. The woman never considered me family, no one has. They prefer being friendly with strangers than associating with me.

Every time I recall how they treated me, tears are shed and my eyes puffy and red.