Chapter8 Hating Him more

I kept standing at my location, not wanting to turn back because I knew if I did, I would lose my cool.
"What did you say?" I whispered.
"Look at my eyes," he ordered, and I turned around and looked into his eyes. My family is my biggest weakness.
Tears welled in my eyes. I bit my lip.
"Now, when my dad wanted me to marry you, we will get married because he doesn't leave any other option for me either, but don't worry, get ready to face hell now. Now you will realise what a devil of a husband you have," he said.
A lack of energy makes my skin feel like someone is piercing it with a knife.
Flashback over.
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"Please Bri, no," Ivaan said while following me as I was heading down the stairs.
"Please Ivaan, it's already very difficult for me. I'm very nervous about it being my first official date with him. Please just cheer me up instead of discouraging me," I said while smiling forcefully, "I seriously don't want Ivaan to know what happened with me and Zuriel that night. I just don't want my brother to worry about it."
"Okay, leave it and tell me when Uncle Mark will come. I'm so excited to meet him after such a long time," I said cheekily.
My mom's brother and his father are Uncle Mark and
"Dad will come after two days," he scoffed while spinning around going away.
There is something in his voice that sounds like he doesn't like talking about Uncle.
But why is everything fine? Did something happen between him and his uncle?
I was about to follow him to his room when I suddenly stopped and swallowed.
"I don't have all day to waste on you," Zuriel's deep husky voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned around to face the devil.
"Then you can go to hell," I yelled as I rushed to the stairs.
I really want to talk to Ivaan about why he was behaving so strangely after hearing Uncle, his father's name.
Before I could go, I gasped, and my body felt like I was swinging on air, and I felt the weight of my arm.
Before I could understand anything, I was dragged towards the exit of the mansion.
"What the heck?" I frowned, looking at Zuriel.
He quickly opened the door of his car and pushed me inside.
I tried to open the door but damm
Child safety lock!
"What is your obsession with forcefully behaving with everyone?" I snapped as soon as he sat in the car.
"Depends on the person I'm with," he smirked while starting his car.
I frowned and looked away looking at from window, even I also don't know why I'm doing this
I mean, I really don't want to marry him. I can't even breathe the same air around him. I just hate him, hate his existence.
I wish I could have killed him, or strangled him, but no, I won't because I know my parents won't like it and, besides this, he is the son of the best friend of my dad. His dad, Mr. Richardson, is a really positive and kind-hearted person, unlike this ungrateful jerk. Only I know how desperately I hate this man.
I need to think something. I need to think of a way to stop this. I don't want this marriage, and I'm definitely not going to marry him. But he will ruin my brother's life with my dad's company too if I don't marry him.
Ughh, I hate this!
Finally, my company building arrives. I was about to open the door but he beat me to it and opened the door for me.
I looked at him while raising my eyebrows.
"Why this act of gentlemen?" I murmured while coming out of the car.
Seriously, as much as I know this jerk, I know that he is not a gentleman who will open a car door for me, especially for me. We're enemies actually.
"Oh trust me darling, I also hate to do this for you, a gold digger like you deserves the worst," he said, and I felt my muscles tense and my mouth dry.
"I'm not a gold digger, jerk," I snapped with a clenched jaw. The noises around me faded. I felt my body temperature rising.
I can get into my company building.
When his hand gripped my arm and quickly drew me towards him, I let out a small scream, my skin tingling.
All the heavy-hearted feelings went with the blink of an eye when his lips came into contact with my forehead.
My body paused, my breath became faster, and I looked at him wide-eyed, my body trembling.
I also don't know when, but I actually love this feature of him. I know I'm sounding like a stupid idiot.
How can I feel these emotions for someone like him, who doesn't even think twice before insulting me?
But, what can I do? My body automatically reacts whenever he is near me.
My body shivered when he whispered, "Keep smiling, paparazzi are here," and my body shivered when he brushed my hair away from my face.
"You are the most powerful billionaire. Why are you worried about paparazzi?" he tilted my head, looking into his eyes.
He keeps his hand over my waist, leading me inside my company.
All the employees greet us. Some are seeing us in admiration, while some are in shock. Of course, I've never come here with a man before.
Zuriel told me that he would leave me at my office firm my home because soon we're going to get married and he didn't want his dad to show up like he was forcing me. That's why he came to pick me up from my home.
I wanted to make an official public appearance before that so-called marriage.
"I'm not worried about it, but I'm worried about the pics they're going to send to my dad. When I told him that I had already proposed to you and you were ready to marry me, he didn't believe me at all. He thinks that I'm forcing you," he said.
"Well, that's what you're doing,"
I saw tightness in his eyes. Looking upward and disparagingly shaking his head, he finally leaves me.
I stumbled backward.
Jerk!
"At the very least, notify me beforehand; what if I had fallen?" I gripped my wrist.
"I just don't know why I'm even wasting my time on you here," he murmured while going into his car.
I frowned at his statement with a flushed face, my throat bobbing.
"Then why can't you just tell your dad the truth? I'm also not interested in you," I whispered while my chin throbbed.
Only I know how desperately I'm but sad to say, my day will never agree and will transfer a lot of shares of the company which I worked so hard day and night with dedication and hard work and made it multinational and one of the most successful," he said while his lips were pressing into a white slash.
"But why me?" I asked.
"How can I know that?" he snorted. "But I'm certain of one thing: it's you because that's who my father wanted me to marry; he didn't leave any other option for me other than marrying you."
I flinched when I heard the sound of vibration. He quickly pulled out his phone.
It seemed like he got a message. I was looking around when suddenly my eyes landed on his phone screen.
My head deliberately lowered towards his direction. I used to move back slightly and glanced around, trying to think of other things. A lot of happy places I've been. I can't even believe what I saw.
Now I hate you more, Mr. Zuriel Richardson.