Serena Mclane's P.O.V

"What?"Is all I manage to get out as I sit there in my seat.My fidgeting hands come to a halt as I now fist my t-shirt in a tight grip.My mind is completely blank at the moment.

I can't seem to be able to process his words.

"Dad" I finally manage to get out,

"You can't mean that, you wouldn't.I whisper as I look at him for confirmation.I want him to just start laughing, and then hug me and say it's all a big joke, that the entire ordeal was just that"

 A big joke.

But no, of course not.My father never jokes, not with me at least.

"You know I don't like repeating myself"

My father says sternly as he looks at me.

Even though we're sitting face to face, it's as if he's looking down at me.

As if he's judging me, finding all my faults and insecurities and displaying them right in front of me.

Taunting me with everything.

"B-but the business, father.You-I- you wanted me to take over the family business but I-.How?" I ask, finally giving up.

I barely have the ability to speak.

The shock potent in my words.

"I told you, I do not repeat myself"

He says standing up now, having to actually repeat himself.

"Well you're going to have to this time Dad!"

I exclaim as I now too stand up.

The anger is as clear as day in his eyes as is in mine.

It's like fire against ice.

Unfortunately for me, I'm melting and can't do anything about it.

"Roger!"

My mother says as she too slips into the study with my sister in tow.

Just then everything dawns on me.

They knew.

Both of them knew and neither of them had the decency to tell me.

I could have at least been prepared.

"Samantha please"

Almost immediately my mother silences herself but still walks up to my father.

I glance at her with pleading eyes, begging for her to reason with him.

She is my mother.

to do

would never agree to such a

But she remains silent.

to-? I pause as I take

to

don't I'll only rile my father up more and then there will be

At all.

I have to marry someone? Someone I have never met? Just the thought makes tears well up into my

enough practical knowledge

I ask in bewilderment.

dad nods his head in acknowledgement but doesn't say anything

I need an outsider to show me these things? I have you, don't I?"

this isn't just me asking for his help in

far more than

her father to rely upon? "I

have the time to babysit you and show you the ropes.’

had hope, that maybe, just maybe, he'd be there for

do everything he wants me to, just

I can be looked at the same way he does my

I always seem to

of mine.His son, Damien, is a very respectable young man and is well known in the industry.Damien will show you the ropes and he will be a huge step in the right direction to bringing more fame to us.’' Without one last fleeting look, my father sits down

in complete and

this is it? This can't

go to

to say something,

into a motivating speech of human rights and self independence, a hand settles onto

defeat and all I feel like doing is

squeezes my shoulder encouragingly and I finally

look at my father nor my mother and so

consumed in my thoughts and own self belittlement, it takes a while for me to realise

Sarah whispers as she pulls me into the

snap out of

move passed her and take a seat on the bed, wrapping my arms around myself for

low I barely

where I'm sitting and kneels down onto the floor

"I knew."

She says.

to meet

can see remorse swirling in them as well as

just makes me

fuel to

you

I ask sharply.

back, stunned

herself as she takes in a deep breath and shakes her

am.I wanted to tell you but at the same time I couldn't.You know how Dad is, don't

asks, trying to plead with me to

more than you think you

witnesses the side he has specially

do

I say forcefully.

then maybe I can convince

of work.He'll never do something like this, it's probably a

me and make me

know that what she's saying is

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