Chapter 11

TRISTAN'S POV

I packed up the remnants of my belongings, ignoring my mother at the door. She still had that look of disbelief on her face, and I'm pretending I've not seen it. I packed all my clothes into a duffel bag while she stared, surprised and shocked that I am serious with the proposal I made to her and my father some days ago.

“You've got to be kidding me, Tristian. How are you gonna survive? Who do you know out there?”

“I'll survive mum. I want independence, I don't want to be the heir to the throne you and Dad have created. I want to be my own man.”

I continued packing, having just one place in mind where I could spend the night—Ciara’s house. Ever since I had met Ciara, my life had changed. I knew what love meant, she made me understand that I was an adult and not a teenager anymore, she made me understand that I was not that teenager that waited on his parents for dough anymore.

That was why I had told my parents a few days ago that I wanted to live on my own and wanted t