Chapter 22

TYSON

I watched my sister storm out and banged the door shut and I sighed.

Goodness!! They won't even let me breathe a word, I wasn't expecting them to break into an outburst in that manner but I cared most about Marcella.

She had a wrong misconception about my attitude.

I'll never hurt her…never!

She will come around, I definitely know that and I must do the needful.

There was no way I was letting tables turn over me, my mum was smart and Zenevieva is a cunning snake that might slip her way out even if I yelled my lungs out that she broke the world.

I have to be smart also and take her when she least expects it.

My door creaked open and she walked in, still in her wedding attire.

"I don't want to stay here but your mum insists, so I'll just stand for a few minutes or hour to convince her and sneak back into my room." She uttered arrogantly and I cocked my head to stare at her.

"What if I don't want you anywhere here?"

"I'll tell her that."

She turned the door knob ready to disappear.