Too Late To Love Me

“Pack your things, you’re going to the Maserati home tomorrow,” father barked at me as I bowed sheepishly at the dining table.

My heart stilled at the announcement. Me? Emily was supposed to be getting married to him. Why am I going there?

“But…why?,” I started in a quiet voice, taken completely off guard at the sudden news, “Emily might be back in time for the …”

“Shut up, Brianna.” He dismissed me before I could even land my point. “Just do as I’ve said, Emily is not coming back and you will be taking her place as the bride. That is final.”

I nodded, a quiet sense of resignation washing over me. I cowered in fear at his cold tone, my gaze running down the table at the so called family—people, who should be defending me or at least try to defend me. No one batted an eye. Not even a shock expression on their face.

It was pathetic really, I had never expected much from them, never hoped for more than I was given but this one cut a bit deeper than I’d like to admit.

I’d long known that they’d find a way to dismiss me from the house sooner or later. But what I didn’t know was when. I guess this was it. It was finally time I was put to use for their own gain.

The rest of the table continued with their meal, engaging in conversations I didn’t dare to partake in.

Mother was seated ramrod straight at the other end of the six seater dining table. Her head nodding in response to whatever Elsa was saying from her right side.

Ezra was seated on her left, his food long gone, his full attention on his phone , not minding us at all. I didn’t dare use my phone when I was at the dining table.

I was seated just at the left of father, the seat opposite mine which would have been occupied by Emily now empty. A perfect reminder of her absence or do I say her convenient escape from her long arranged marriage. It was also a painful indication of my current dilemma.

Emily was supposed to be getting married to Adrian Maserati in two days. She had shown no sign of resistance at the time she was informed.

We had all been gathered on the table barely two weeks ago. Emily had smiled, eating her food without as much as a shred of concern on her face. I was very surprised by that.

“Yes father,” she had said, a small smile on her face as she nodded in acceptance.

I’d have thought that she would fight, yell, riot, anything else than agree to the marriage with Adrian.

Adrian Maserati was a feared man. There were rumors and stories of how he killed people and how his company was built on innocent tears, sweat and blood — and I mean literal blood. He was known for his brutal ways and was feared among many.

When father had announced it that very day, I remember the quiet gasp that escaped my lips. I didn’t believe it, we were not generational wealth type of rich but we weren’t poor by any means. Hence my shock when it was announced that Emily would be having an arranged marriage.

We simply had no need for so I kept wondering what the catch was. What did the Adrian place on the table for father to agree to this.

It was a tad bit dodgy to say the least.

“The marriage will happen in about two weeks,” father had said, “get yourself prepared for it. The wedding would be extremely vital for ours and the company’s future.”

Even though Emily was not my favourite, at least not by a landslide, I felt slight pity for her. She’d been raised as a sheltered child. The second daughter of the family. Spoiled to the best the family could offer.

We weren’t close, not in the years I’d lived year after being adopted. We barely spoke or even talked as sisters or at least step sisters. But I never wanted for her to have an unhappy future.

At the time I came newly to the home, she was the last child. I was a crash in her little world, and for a short while, she picked on me, trying to get our parents’ attention. But that didn’t last.

We both soon realised there was no attention to fight over, no affection to compete for, and things just… stayed distant between us.

That night, after the wedding announcement, I passed by Emily’s bedroom and I could hear her quiet sobs through the door. My heart sank for her but at the same time, I was relieved to be the glass child of the family.

At least, I had no worth to be married for a business alliance to Adrian Maserati, the cold brutal CEO.