ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE GARDENER

Becky's POV

“I don't understand what you're saying, Father. Can you explain better?” I asked as I arranged myself properly on my seat with a funny look on my face.

Father was sitting next to me, while my gardener sat opposite us with a glass of wine in front of him. They were both having a drink when I stepped in, only for Father to ask me to join them. I refused, but he insisted, and I wished I had not sat with them.

“Becky, he may not be so rich, but trust me, he is a good and honest man”

I paused as I looked at the good and honest man in front of me, then chuckled before I clapped my hands together in amusement. Was Father serious right now?

“Father, take a look at me” I stood up and moved to the side, “I mean, look at me properly from my head to my toes, do I look like someone who's born to marry a poor gardener?” I didn't wait for Father's reply when I turned to the man, my fucking gardener,

“You're not afraid, huh?” I asked him, boiling in anger already. This is a shame to my person,

“You dare to sit here to speak to my father about marrying me?!?” I yelled at him. He didn't flinch, even though my eyes were shooting lasers at him, and I was standing directly in front of him.

It was a month ago, I employed him to care for my plants, and he has been doing a good job. Fine, he is handsome, with black hair, beautiful blue eyes, pink thin lips, muscles, and abs one can literally die for, but he was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Why the hell will I want to marry someone like him when I have Ephraim, who has all the money and also the looks? A mere gardener! And to think that my father is the one saying this hurts my ego.

“What is wrong with you, Becky? I spoiled you too much!” Father yelled and I yelled back,

“Oh stop that father!” I shun him by placing my palm on his face. This wasn't the first time he was saying this, but who cares. I have lived like a princess all my life, I won't settle for a gardener!

“I don't know why you're even speaking about marriage with this lowlife when you know I have someone already”

“Who?” Father asked, he didn't wait for me to speak before he asked, “That bastard? That one that has no regard and respect for me?”

“Stop it, Father!” I yelled as I slammed my hand against the table. “How dare you speak about my fiancé like that in the presence of this lowlife?”

Even as my father and I argued, the gardener, whatever his name was, never said a word.

“I have told you that I will never accept that man into this house as he has no respect for me”

“You don't have to accept him. He is my man, whether you like it or not. You can get married to this lowlife if you want to” I hissed.

I could feel the man's gaze on me, he was staring intensively at me and I didn't chicken out, I looked back at him. Who the hell does he think he is?

“And you” I spoke up, pointing my index finger at him, “You should know this is your last day working here in this mansion. You can take your scissors, whatever you call it, and get out. I don't want to ever see your face here in this mansion again. Do you hear me?”

I picked up my bag and without waiting for his reply, I marched into my room. Father kept calling me, but I ignored him. The worst he could do was yell and shut up. I won't let him decide who I wish to marry.

“Freak” I murmured the minute I entered the room before throwing my bag on the bed. I fell flat on the bed breathing in and out, my anger was still very much alive. I feel like squeezing the idiot who remained seated on the chair like a saint.

I didn't want to think about it too much, so I picked up my phone to call Ephraim. He didn't pick up my call but called a minute later,

“Hey honey” I spoke up and he hummed,

“I'm in the office. Can we talk later?” He asked. Before he would hang up, I quickly said,

“Father brought a man home for me to get married to” And this got his attention because he paused. He was still on the phone, but he didn't speak for a while.

“And who the hell is that imbecile?” His voice had suddenly changed, causing a shiver down my spine. He would never allow it, not my Ephraim.

“Some man, I don't even know his name”

“Meet me at Ally club in an hour” he spoke before hanging up.

Well, that does it. Ephraim would never let another have me. I am his, and he is mine for life, whether Father likes it or not.

I didn't waste any more time, I took my bath and dressed up. I wore a short black gown, applied some makeup on, and let my dark hair fall on my shoulders, before putting on my knee-length boots.

I've not seen Ephraim for quite a while now, he is always busy, and I completely understand. Today, we are going to meet after more than two weeks, all thanks to my father's stupid request.

When I got to the living room, I saw my father and the gardener still having whatever discussion they were having,

“Becky, where are you going?” He asked when he saw me dressed, it was 7 pm already.

“Out” I replied, “My fiancé wants me to come over” I turned from my father to look at the fucking gardener,

“In this life, money is the way. You don't have money, do not come near me, you stink” I showed him a face of disgust before walking past them swinging my hips left and right.

“Becky! Becky! Becky, come back here." I heard Father yell, but I only scoffed as I made my way out of the house. I took the keys from the driver and drove myself out of the mansion.