Her Father

Broderick turned to her and watched as she held onto his trouser, "let me go."

"No, you are torturing me. Please, my children are my reason for living," she pleaded with tears rushing down her cheek. 

"No," he declared, "My reputation matters a lot and I don't joke with it. Although I have not announced you to the world as my wife, I still expect for you to honour this marriage," Broderick said and withdrew his leg from her grip. 

As he began to walk away, Amy felt her heart clutch together in bitterness, she hurriedly stood and followed after him. What can she do convince this man who has a heart as rigid as a stone. He was too big for her that she felt very insignificant before him. She trailed after him as he walked towards his room. 

He held the knob of his door and twisted it, he walked in and turned to the entrance then he saw Amy standing with a weak and pitfyful face. 

"Please!" Amy pleaded. She knew that once he closes