Chapter 4

"Jasmine," my father called with a calm voice. I was so surprised at the way he called; it wasn’t like that before. He must be having a very good day. I answered him, but somehow I felt like switching him around, like my money.

"I have done everything for you." "The least you can do for me is pay me by getting married to whomever I choose for you as suitors."

I glared at him. I’m just twenty, and he wants to marry me to someone who is just like him.

"I have a very rich friend who is willing to take care of you." It’s quite certain I will be getting money from him every day for my upkeep . Don’t disappoint me, do you hear me?"

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying with just his annoying voice and his adenoidal voice. He grasped my left ear, making it hurt. "Ouch." I winced in pain. His grip is really hurting. He must have been a wrestler when he was my age. Now I can remember him saying that his friend, who is just his age, will come and marry me off because he has a lot of property to offer.

I can’t marry someone of his age; I’m his daughter, for crying out loud.

When he said his friend, I guess he has the same character as my father.

"I’m tired of taking care of a full-grown lady like you. "Tomorrow they’re coming to pay your pride price," he retorted. It itched my ears.

What did I just hear? They are coming to pay my pride price tomorrow so that I will end up miserable like my mother is right now. I wish not to choose the same fate as my mother.

I have died every day waiting for my Prince Charming, who has big mansions. He will take me to paradise and bring light into my life. "Oh no, that is not so." I squatted, hitting my hand so hard against the wall.

Tears were dripping from my eyes.

My mother found me hitting myself. She rushed to me and grabbed me, asking, "What’s happening to you?"

The blood was spinning from my hand. I glared at her with so much intense anger overwhelming me that I thought if I told her what my father was planning to do, she would not do anything about it but would cower in at a spot and watch how the whole thing was done. She is just a weak and frail woman.

"You have hurt yourself." She touched my wound. "Tell me, Jas, why do you choose to hurt yourself?" She inquired: "She sounds so worried." Maybe I should tell her; she might know what to do to stop my father from having his way.

"Mum, he is bringing a suitor tomorrow—someone that is his age mate." I let out a heartbreaking cry.

She was looking like someone who had bottle On her hand to smash his head, anger gripped her; she was not looking like the woman I have always known her to be.

"Why is he this wicked?" "I will never stand by to see my daughter have the same fate as me."

She now knows that her husband is wicked. I’m glad her eyes are opening because I’m planning to elope out of this house since she keeps covering for that man, who is making her feel like nobody.

I’m tired of seeing her hurt. It always sends shudders down my spine.

Now what I’m seeing in her is a woman who has been blurting out what she is dying with for a long time.

She bandaged my wound with plaster. She hugged me so badly. "I will not allow that to happen as long as I’m alive. Trust me." Her voice is barely a whisper. I nodded my head and wished my Prince Charming would come and save me from my father's grip, as I had my eyes closed while hugging her.

My father‘s voice was making me crazy; I couldn’t concentrate anymore.

"By now, you should be preparing for tomorrow." "I can’t wait to send you off." His voice was like a stone thrusting into my heart. Am I dreaming? My father is making me crazy. I cried out again.

My mother recoiled from me. She was so terrified to see that I was still crying. I fixed my eyes on a corner and started crying like a baby that just slipped down from the womb right now.

"Jas, please hold yourself." "As long as I’m here, your father will not marry you off."

I wish she would also agree with me to leave this place for my father.

I sense evil whirling around this house. I can't feel light as long as my father is around.

I went back to my room. I flung myself onto the bed. "Daddy, you can’t be serious." His words clouded my memory. It feels like someone is hurting me so badly.

All my life, I have always wished to meet my Prince Charming, who will make my heart sound like thunderstorms, and I can’t imagine myself ending up with someone who is just the same age as my father.

It’s obvious enough that my father is tired of me, but why he is tired of me is something I don’t understand. I should be the one tired of him because of his heinous character; his grin is so evil I can’t still believe he is my father; there’s nothing good to describe about him.

He is someone with a low sense of esteem; he doesn't have any idea how to take care of his family; and what kind of father is he?

I cried and couldn’t stop crying. I wish I had a better life and a wonderful father. My life wouldn’t be this bad.

Why is the universe tricking me? "I will never marry that kind of man." "I still have a long way to go."I mustered to myself.

I had been sobbing for a very long time and wished I could shout out my woes for all to hear.

He claims he has done enough for me, which I find incomprehensible.

I toss and turn, wondering what he has done for me.

I began counting my fingers to keep track of how many times he denied sponsoring me because he brought nothing but pain into my life.