Kael stood at the grand mansion, a stark contrast to his simple attire and calm demeanor.
The doors opened, and Evangeline’s father, Mr. Holsten, greeted him warmly, his face lighting up. “Kael, my boy, come in, come in!” he exclaimed, gripping Kael’s hand firmly. “I’m glad you came.” Kael nodded respectfully. “Thank you for having me, sir.” The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted their exchange as Evangeline entered the room. Her sharp gaze locked onto Kael, her expression twisting with irritation. “What is he doing here?” she demanded, her voice laced with contempt. “Father, didn’t I make it clear yesterday? I’m not agreeing to this ridiculous arrangement!” Before her father could respond, her mother appeared, her face mirroring her daughter’s disdain. “Really, Holsten? Inviting him into our home again? How much more humiliation are you planning to bring upon this family?” Kael’s expression remained calm, though his eyes flickered briefly with an unreadable emotion. “Evangeline,” her father began, his tone firm but measured. “I’ve made my decision. You will marry Kael, as promised.” “Promised?” Evangeline snapped, her voice rising. “To who? A promise made without consulting me? Do I not have a say in my own life?” Her mother chimed in, crossing her arms. “Exactly! Evangeline can have her pick of suitors—rich men, influential men, men who could actually bring value to this family. And you want her to settle for... this?” She gestured dismissively toward Kael. Kael’s gaze didn’t waver, though the insults hung in the air. “Enough!” Mr. Holsten raised his voice, silencing the room. “I made this promise to Kael’s father, a man who saved my life. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be standing here today. My word is my bond, and I won’t go back on it.” Evangeline’s anger flared. “You’re doing this because of some ancient debt? I’m your daughter, yet you’re treating me like a bargaining chip!” “You’re my daughter,” her father replied, his voice heavy with conviction. “But I won’t raise you to be ungrateful or dishonorable. Kael may not have wealth now, but he is a man of dignity and loyalty. That is worth more than any fortune.” Evangeline threw her hands up in exasperation. “This is unbelievable! So, what? If I refuse, you’ll disown me?” Mr. Holsten’s eyes hardened. “Yes.” The weight of that single word hung in the air. Evangeline stared at him, her anger giving way to disbelief. “You’re serious,” she whispered. “Deadly serious,” her father replied. “I won’t tolerate selfishness or disrespect for the sacrifices others have made.” Her mother scoffed. “This is absurd! Forcing your own daughter into a marriage she doesn’t want? This will ruin her life!” “Enough, Margaret!” Mr. Holsten snapped. “This discussion is over. Evangeline, if you refuse, you’re no longer welcome under this roof.” Evangeline’s jaw tightened, her fists clenching at her sides. She turned to Kael, her eyes blazing with fury. “Fine,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “I’ll do it. But don’t think for a second that I’m doing this willingly.” Her father nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good. Then let’s go to the marriage bureau now and make it official.” “Now?” Evangeline’s voice cracked. “You’re not even giving me time to think?” “There’s nothing left to think about,” Mr. Holsten said firmly. The ride to the marriage bureau was tense . Evangeline sat as far away from Kael as possible, her arms crossed and her glare fixed out the window. “You’re a loser, Kael,” she spat suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence . “A complete and utter loser. Do you think this is some kind of victory for you? Forcing someone into a marriage they don’t want?” Kael didn’t respond, his gaze steady on the road ahead. “Answer me!” she snapped. “Or are you too much of a coward to face the truth?” Her words were met with silence, which only fueled her anger. “You’re nothing but a dream wrecker,” she continued. “I had plans, Kael. Big plans. And now, thanks to you, they’re all ruined.” Kael finally turned to her, his voice calm but firm. “I didn’t ask for this, Evangeline. But I won’t apologize for keeping my word.” She laughed bitterly. “Your word? Spare me the noble act. You’re just desperate. You know you’re not a match for me anymore, so you’re clinging to this ridiculous arrangement like it’s your last lifeline.” Kael’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. When they arrived at the marriage bureau, Evangeline hesitated at the door, her body trembling with frustration. Her father placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing the right thing,” he said softly. “The right thing?” she echoed, her voice filled with venom. “The right thing would’ve been to let me choose my own future.” Ignoring her protests, her father guided her inside. The process was quick but excruciating for Evangeline. Each signature felt like a nail in the coffin of her dreams. When the official finally handed them the certificate, she snatched it and shoved it into her bag without a word. Outside, Kael turned to her. “Evangeline—” “Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice cold and sharp. “Don’t you dare try to act like we’re partners in this. You’re nothing to me, Kael. Nothing.” She stormed off toward her father’s car, leaving Kael standing alone. As he watched her go, he slipped his hands into his pockets, his expression unreadable. Mr. Holsten approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give her time, Kael. She’ll come around.”
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