“No, Tito Ced, Daddy doesn’t have the right to tell me what to do in my future, especially when it comes to my marriage. And why did you agree to such an agreement? Whatever it is, you’ll be a loser because your daughter is a girl,” Dwayne said.

“Your Daddy and I have been talking about this agreement for a long time; we were young men back then, and your dad was a great friend of mine, so I’m also thinking that my daughter will go to a good person like him.” Meisha’s father answered what Dwayne was saying.

“And look at you; you’ve grown up to be a good man, and bunos that you’re a good-looking man. Who wouldn’t agree?” he added.

“Ok, fine, but arranged marriage for the sake of business merging? That’s crazy!” Dwayne almost shouted while his fist hardly closed.

“You have no right to yell at my dad,” said Meisha.

“I’m not shouting. I’m just stating the facts.”

“Wow, not shouting? But your voice is so loud, even though we are just next to each other.” Meisha explaining of what she observed.

“I’m sorry, uncle. I came to live here because that was indicated in the first Last Will, and I was still young at that time, and you and Tita were there to guide me and to be my guardian; luckily, I was accepted here. I am very grateful for your long arms that were there to embrace me, especially for taking care of me and guiding me to manage our businesses so that I can manage them properly. But this time I’m so sorry, but I can’t follow it.” He is now calm as far as possible.

“I understand you, but sorry, hijo, that agreement was when you were six years old and Meisha was only one years old. When we were young, your father and I dreamed that when we had children, they should become husband and wife, not because of business merging, but to continue our friendship; that’s what we had.” Meisha’s father remained even-minded despite Dwayne being irratated.

“But of course it depends on our children—you and Meisha, my daughter, if you’ll like each other.”

“So? What does this mean?

“I’m so sorry, Son. I have no idea that he is so serious about that agreement, and he prepared a video as evidence for you to watch.”

“Well, it’s not Daddy who made the agreement; it’s your Daddy’s. Besides, you know that your company’s money is separate from Daddy’s company, and you know that.” What she said was true. Her parents are transparent when it comes to the company’s financial status, especially Dwayne’s ranches and other businesses like poultry supplies and Feed Mills Companies.

“I have no doubt about that.”

“Then, just think about what Mr. De Guzman said, Bro,” Migs said. “It’s still been a long time to think
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"I know you are very happy now with the Lass will and testament read by our lawyer?" while looking at me as if he is killing me with the way he stares.

"You have no right to say what my feelings are."

"Wow! Pretending that you are not happy!"

"Who said that I am not? Of course I'm happy, happy, and happy. Did you see my wide smile? Haller, Mr. Dwayne Ian Fuentebella Van Damme, who is arrogant and feeling still a virgin just for your information, even though I am dead to your pest***ng charisma and yummylicious looks and your gorgeous muscular body. I will never force myself on you because it's better to love someone who loves me too than you. I don't want to get married with only one-sided love. So it doesn't matter if you don't want to marry me."

"Wow, how humble of you, Miss Meisha Louise Resnik Colin."

"So? Wait, from now on, start mourning because if you don't want me, I don't want you too. I won't force myself on you. You'll be the one to lose and not me. Because no matter what you say, I'm beautiful, copy that. I'm beautiful, many men would fall in line and beg me to love them. You know what? I am beautiful, from the tip of my hair up to the tip of my toenails because I'm beautiful. I don't need that Last Will for you to chase me. Me and me alone is enough."

"Chasing you? That would be in your dreams."

"Ows, let's see Mr. Van Damme. I am going to live for now. Bye."

"Meisha, stay." Daddy stopped me.

"Sorry, dad. Just call me again when there is a final decision. I'm just in my room." Meisha even touched her senses. "Hurry up to make a decision, future hubby, while I'm still deadly in love with you because if I get bumped, you won't get my sweet yes." Dwayne just laid down with a sigh, shaking. Meisha quickly left the library room; she was still sore in between her thighs, and she was a little dizzy. But he tried to act normal. She doesn't want the housemates to have a hint about what is happening in his body. But his heart and pride hurt more.

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It was late when Meisha woke up. He didn't eat lunch anymore.

I think I'm going to catch the flu; my head was badly hurt, as was my whole body, especially in between my thighs. Maybe it is because I was devirginized last night by a big cock? That's why my vagin* is literally really swollen right now.

"Hello, Pat." I am now calling my best friend.

"Shang, why? Do you miss me that much?"

"Yes."

"Is that really true?" she laughed.

"You can't believe it?"

"Maybe, we're not lovers anyway. And besides it was late at night. No, ity almost early in the morning when I left your house last night."

"Alright, I think I'm disturbing you; I'll just turn off the call."

"Hey Shang, don't OA, what happened? Why does your voice sound like it's coming from the underground? Are you sick"

"Do you have duty today?"

"Nope, I just got home from the hospital." "Good, stay here overnight, please."