Chapter 6

Ashers P.O.V

My anger boiled over as I slammed my fist on the table. "Are you kidding me? You think you can just arrange a wife for me like it's the Dark Ages or the nineties, where you wake up one morning and arrange a wife for me?" I yelled barely able to contain my anger

" You would not raise your voice at me young man and this should be the last time you disrespect me or question my authority, you are getting married and that is final," he said as he pointed at the door dismissing me.

" Do have a nice day," he said.

I laugh at his words, always feeling he could have his way with me, he never learns from experience.

" You know Dad, that no one, can force me to do a thing, I won't get married to whomever you have arranged for me because I am in love with someone else," I said.

" And by that someone else, do you mean the bar girl, who you can't differentiate from a fling to love, right?" he asked, already angry as he squeezed his pen trying to suppress his anger.

" Say whatever you want but I am not getting married and that is final," I said while walking out.

"Then you'll lose everything. You'll no longer be my son. You'll have to choose between your title as a Blackhood and that...that...infatuation with a bar girl. Marrying the Robinsons' daughter is a golden opportunity, a chance to secure our family's future.

You're willing to throw all that away for a fleeting romance? be prepared to deal with the consequences, I have condoned your recklessness for too long, it is high time you deal with the choices you make" he said

As I walked out of my father's office, my mind was filled with thoughts of Scarlet. She was more than just a mere fling; she was someone I could see myself spending my future with.

I hit the dustbin box close to me, trying to suppress my anger as I headed to my office. How dare my father try to force me into an arranged marriage with a girl I barely knew? He knew I couldn't be forced into anything, and his ultimatum was essentially a threat to disown me. But I didn't care - I would choose Scarlet over my family ties any day.

I picked up my phone and dialed Scarlet's number, my fingers trembling as I barely had to calm my nerves down, calling Scarlet could help but I couldn't help but think of her sweet voice as I waited for her to answer. It took four rings, but finally, she picked up.

"What the heck, Asher," she said, I could hear her voice sounded sleepy

" How many times have I told you to stop calling during the daytime for this is the time I rest," she said obviously annoyed that I had called her

" Sorry, I know but I just wanted to hear your voice and…" I tried saying it before she interrupted.

" You just wanted to hear my voice, that is nice and that was why you interrupted my sleep. Let me get this straight, Asher you woke me up from my previous sleep just to hear my voice? She asked, irritated by it.

I hesitated, my heart racing. "I didn't call just to hear your voice, Scar. I knew you'd be asleep, but I had to ask you something very important. It's a game-changer for me, well for us…" I paused, collecting my thoughts. I never for once imagined that I would propose over the phone, but it was for the better. I needed to know her answer so as to give me the strength to fight for my love. I took a deep breath, my mind raced, searching for the right words.

"Important? At this hour? Can't it wait till tonight?" she asked, her voice was husky with sleep, but her annoyance was clear.

" Can you please listen?" I asked.

" Fine but make it snappy," she said

"Since the first day I met you, I have been dreaming of this moment, I never knew it would come so soon but it is for the best, as I would…" I tried saying it before I was interrupted by her.

" Can you please get straight to the point, you know how my sleep is important to me, I have wasted four minutes on the phone with you and I do not plan to waste another minute" she said

" Fine," I said while bracing myself up to finally ask the question

" Scarlet Harrison, would you do me this favor and be my wife?" I asked, eager to hear her response.

" To hell with you Asher," she said.

" And don't you ever wake me up from my sleep again," She said as she hung up the call.

I stared at the phone, shocked by her response. This wasn't the response I expected from the love of my life who I just proposed to. Was she worth fighting for? I thought, my mind racing with doubts.

I hated making bad investments and fighting for someone who didn't want to be fought for felt like a risky gamble - one that could cost me my inheritance.

I needed time to think and to weigh my options carefully. My mind wandered back to my meeting with my father. Had I been too hasty in my decisions? I picked up my phone, my fingers dialing his number with a mix of reluctance.

"When is this so-called wedding you've planned for me?" I asked, my voice barely audible as I spun around in my chair. Calling my father felt like a blow to my ego, especially after all I had said. But I needed answers.

"Next week," he said.

" Next week?" I asked, stunned by the fact that I was getting married next week and I was just informed now. This must be a joke!

" Yes, next week, you get to meet the girl tomorrow, so you know more about her before we finalize everything next week," he said