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Kelvin's POV

I stormed into the house, slamming the door shut behind me. I was fuming in rage, but it wasn’t from what anyone thought it was. It was something else, and as usual on entering, My parents, the Pattersons,  pounced on me as usual.

“Can you see the humiliation that girl has caused us!” my father said angrily, rising from his chair.

“I had always known she was a good-for-nothing,” my mother chimed in, glaring at me as if Rachel's issue was my doing. “She tends to cause problems wherever she goes.”

I stood there watching them say all sorts of things about her, letting their words stab me at various angles. The actual problem here wasn’t Rachael. She was never the problem. I know I should feel angry for what she had done, or at least pretend to be hurt, but deep down, I was amused. I loved it I wasn’t mad at Rachel for sleeping with Noah. It was just the perfect excuse, an excuse for me to finally be free and distance myself from her and whatever mess she'd caused herself. All along, the one I'd ever wanted was Kimberly.

“You’re not even replying!” my father growled, closing in the distance between us.

“I’m all ears, dad, I could hear you clearly” I shot back, my voice was getting loud, “but what difference does it make to you guys, Ever since I was little, all I’ve ever done is to follow whatever you both want. All my whole life was invested into your business, I do want you to want, to follow your commands. All for what? Just for you to hold my life in your hands like I owe you every decision I had to make?” I snapped. "I'm not a kid anymore, cut me some slack please " I had no care in the world again.

“What the hell are you talking about Kelvin?” my mother snapped back. “We provided you with everything one could ever wish for, Kelvin! And this is how you pay us back?”

I  couldn't help by laugh bitterly. “Everything, huh? Yet any time I go against your will, this is how I'm supposed to be treated?”

“Against our will?” my father repeated, shaking his head. “You mean dating that disgrace of a girl, Rachel?”

I shrugged. “You have always wanted me to be with Kimberly, and that’s exactly why I chose Rachel instead. I'm not inanimate, I got wants and I should be free to do away with things I don't want!”

That was unexpected, their eyes widened in shock. As usual, my dramatic mother clutched her chest,  while my father’s face turned an ugly, brewing fire.

“Well then congratulations to you.” I continued, a mocking grin on my face. “Rachel’s now out of the picture, you got what you wanted”

“You wouldn't do that Kelvin, you must fix this, You’ll leave Rachel and—” my mother said, her voice quivering.

I interrupted her with a smirk. “I’m going to marry Rachel, no one else and that's final”

My mother exhaled sharply as if I’d just been slapped across the face.  “Over my dead body! You will marry Kimberly. That’s it..”

“I've arranged a meeting with Mr. Houston, he contacted me earlier and we stoke a deal,” my father said, he seemed  irritated already “ We'll arrange your marriage with Kimberly as soon as possible, whether you like it or not.”

I took a step closer, locking eyes with him. “You are never to dictate what I want for my life.”

That made them shut up like something ran over them, I'm never going to allow them to intrude in my life anymore. I turned around and took heavy steps toward my room, leaving them standing in the living room, speechless.

I slammed the door to my room, shut it behind me, leaned against it, and let out a deep breath. Then, slowly, a grin found its way across my face. This was perfect timing, Finally, everything was going just the way I wanted it.

Rachel? I do not care about her situation as I never wanted her from the beginning, she was just a pawn in my game with my parents, She was nothing more than a tool of revenge. But Kimberly? She was everything I had wanted, right from when we were little, and now, thanks to this mess, I was one step closer to having her.

I threw myself onto the bed, the softness of the sheets giving me a soothing feeling as I stared at the ceiling. They’d fall for it, all of them. My parents, Rachel, even Mr. Houston. They’d all think I wanted Rachel when, in reality, I had only one prize in mind.

Kimberly.

And soon enough, she’d be mine.