Don't Meddle.

Liam braced himself, knowing what was coming next.

"I think Isabella would be a perfect match for you. You two would make a great couple," his mom suggested.

Liam's anger flared up instantly. "Mom, I am old enough to make my own decisions. I don't appreciate you meddling in my personal life," he retorted.

His mom was taken aback by his outburst. "I'm sorry, Liam. I just want what's best for you. If you don't want to marry Isabella, then at least find a girl from a prestigious family," she said, her voice tinged with anger.

Liam was about to respond when his mom abruptly ended the call. He sighed and shook his head, frustrated with the never-ending pressure to conform to his family's expectations.

He slumped back onto his bed, feeling the weight of his mother's expectations still pressing down on him. He knew that he needed to make a decision about Elena soon, but he couldn't shake the feeling that his mother would try anything possible to get Isabella married to him " She won't" he si