<b>Chapter </b><b>131 </b>
Noah walked over to her, his words basically telling me he regretted ever possibly choosing my side over hers.
<i>“</i><i>I </i>won’t do it <i>Livie</i><i>!! </i><i>I </i><i>love </i>you!!<i>” </i>
Jonathan cried out while hugging her tight.
Suddenly, Sharon made her way over to me as I stood to leave.
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Sharon hit my face hard, my cheek felt like it was on fire.
“<i>How </i><i>dare </i><i>you </i><i>disrespect </i><i>this </i><i>family </i><i>like </i><i>this</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>should </i><i>never </i><i>have </i><i>brought </i><i>you </i><i>back </i><i>here</i><i>! </i>
<i>You’re </i><i>nothing </i><i>but </i><i>a </i><i>gue</i><i>! </i><i>If </i><i>only </i><i>that </i><i>fool-</i>”<fne2f2> This text is hosted at find{n}ovel</fne2f2>
Sharon stopped mid–sentence as if she were about to say too much. Composing herself,
she walked back over to Olivia. What the hell was that about? ring back at Sharon, <b>I </b>
spoke.
<i>“</i><i>Let </i><i>that </i><i>be </i><i>the </i><ist </i><i>time </i><i>you </i><i>ever </i><i>put </i><i>your </i><i>hands </i><i>on </i><i>me </i><i>again</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Sharon’s eyes widen as she backed away. The eeriness of my tone and my eyes made her
nervous.
I looked around at the freakshow also know as my family. She was right one thing; I
didn’t belong here. I decided now was the time to tell them.
“<i>Father</i><i>, </i><i>I’ll </i><i>be </i><i>leaving </i><i>tomorrow </i><i>morning</i>.”
Silence.
<i>“</i><i>And </i><i>going </i><i>where</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>have </i><i>no </i><i>time </i><i>for </i><i>your </i><i>drama-</i>”
“To <i>South </i><i>Bay</i><i>. </i><i>I’ve </i><i>been </i>offered a <i>marriage </i><i>proposal </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>Christiansens</i>.”
The room fell quiet for a moment beforeughter erupted.
<i>“</i><i>Hahahah</i>!! <i>I </i><i>must </i><i>say </i><i>Grd</i><i>; </i><i>you </i><i>definitely have </i><i>a </i><i>future </i><i>in </i><iedy</i>. <i>What </i><i>type </i>of <i>fools </i>
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<i>do </i><i>you </i><i>take </i><i>us </i><i>for</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Jonathan continued tough.
<i>“</i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>enough </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>lies</i><i>. </i><i>Why would </i><i>a </i><i>family </i>as <i>prominent </i>as <i>the </i><i>Christiansens </i><i>want </i><i>you </i><i>to </i>marry <i>their </i>son<i>?</i><i>” </i>
Noah looked at me with pure disgust.
Shrugging my shoulders, face nonchnt.
<i>“</i><i>Ask </i><i>them </i><i>yourself </i><i>tomorrow</i><i>. </i><i>They’ll </i><i>be </i><i>here in </i><i>the </i><i>morning</i>.”
Silence.
<i>“</i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>what </i><i>type </i><i>of </i><i>game </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>ying </i><i>at</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
I looked Calvin dead in the eyes and walked away. Five minutester, I returned with an
envelope in my hand and tossed it on the table. Calvin looked at me with a puzzled
expression.
“<i>What’s </i><i>this</i>!<i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>It’s </i><i>the </i><i>marital </i><i>contract </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>Christiansens</i>. <i>Ready </i><i>for </i><i>you </i><i>to </i><i>sign</i>.”
Noah walked over near Calvin, snatching the envelop off the table he ripped it open. After
reading over the first page, his face began to pale. At the very top was the official House
Christiansen seal. Scanning the contents he looked over at my father.
<i>“</i><i>Dad</i><i>, </i><i>it’s </i><i>true</i>.<i>” </i>
<b><i>GASPS</i></b><i>!!! </i>
“<i>What</i><i>! </i><i>Let </i><i>me </i>see<i>!</i><i>” </i>
Calvin scanned over the first page, his eyes beaming with joy, it was true, his daughter
was marrying into House Christiansen. Suddenly, Calvin squealed with joy.
“<i>Grd</i><i>!!! </i><i>This </i><i>is </i><i>wonderful </i><i>news</i>!!! <i>Why </i><i>didn’t </i><i>you </i><i>tell </i><i>me </i><i>this </i><i>sooner</i>!!!”
Sharon’s eyes widen along with Olivia and Jonathan.
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“<i>What</i><i>! </i><i>Are </i>you <i>telling </i>me it’s <i>true</i><i>! </i><i>SHE </i><i>is </i><i>marrying </i><i>into </i><i>House </i><i>Christiansen</i><i>! </i>How!!<i>” </i>
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Calvin looked at Sharon with irritation. He didn’t care about the how’s or whys, all he
knew was he would now have the protection, benefits, and connections of House
Christiansen.
“Who <i>cares </i><i>how</i><i>!</i>”
Calvin beamed as he made his way over to me with a huge smile on his face.
Disgusting.
“<i>Finally</i><i>, </i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>finally </i><i>you’re </i><i>showing </i><i>you’re </i><i>worthy </i><i>of </i><i>being </i><i>a </i><i>Rochester</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
This fucking prick. So I guess years of being a maid and step stool wasn’t showing my
worth.
He moved in to hug me, but I stepped back. For a brief moment, I could see an expression of anguish, masking it with a smile, he continued.
“<i>What </i><i>time </i><i>will </i><i>they </i><i>be </i><i>here </i><i>tomorrow</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>9am</i><i>. </i>So, <i>I </i><i>need </i><i>you </i><i>to </i><i>sign </i><i>those </i><i>documents as </i><i>soon </i><i>as </i><i>possible</i>.<i>” </i>
<b>I </b>spoke in a disassociated tone causing Noah to get agitated.
“Is <i>THIS </i><i>why </i><i>you’ve </i><i>been </i><i>behaving </i><i>this way</i><i>? </i><i>You </i><i>think </i><i>you’re </i><i>special </i><i>because </i><i>you’re </i>
<i>marrying </i><i>into </i><i>House </i><i>Christiansen</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Calvin red at me.
“<i>I </i><i>most </i><i>certainly </i><i>hope </i><i>not</i><i>! </i><i>Never </i><i>forget </i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>you </i><i>are </i><i>a </i><i>Rochester </i><i>first</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
I smiled inwardly, not ording to my contract.
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