Can't Escape My Terror Possessive Fiancé

"Always remember to smile, Chantylle. You are not allowed to be rude at him, do you understand?" Papa instructed to me as he started driving our car.

I rolled my eyes and remained silent. As I watched the rain from the clouds fall on the earth, my head was leaning against the window. I observed others using umbrellas to attempt to dodge it on the sidewalks. Some of them started to run.

Funny to think how a lot of people hate rains. While I love it so much...

If it weren't merely for the unexpected meeting my dad stated I need, this would ostensibly just be a typical day for me in my room, going about my usual business. Meeting, my ass! I am aware of the type of meeting we will attend. I'm not a moron. My parents are quite easy to read, especially my father.

Papa came to a stop in front of a dining establishment close to our neighbourhood. Before turning to me, he glanced at Mama, who was discreetly observing me in the rearview mirror.

"I'm sorry if you have to deal with this, Princess.."

I smiled fakely. "It's okay, Papa. Like I have a choice."

"Chantylle..." Mama uttered with a warning tone.

My eyes immediately watered. I felt a pang in my heart as they both turned away after seeing it.

I had knew better. Life isn't just about happiness.

The person I most looked up to in the world was my father, who I now hardly recognize. Back then, he was a father who loved me and was kind and understanding. He makes an effort to make me happy all the time... satisfies all of my needs and all of my wants. My all and my savior, he was. But now? I'm uncertain.

"Please don't make this hard for us, Chan. You know the reason why we are doing this," Papa said in a calm tone.

"Yeah... because of the company." I snorted.

"This is for you! How many times do we have to say that?" Mama said firmly.

I used the rearview mirror to have a look at her. I inherited her tiny lips and chinky eyes. I have always loved staring at her, which is why. But looking at it now just makes my pain grow.

Here too, my mother, whom I adore above all others, is the one who breaks my heart into a million pieces. She is the first woman to have taught me everything I need to know. To be kind, decent, timeless, and affluent... However, she was steadily ruining me as well.

They told me that our business is the most significant aspect of our family, and that's when it all began. Since I was a young child, they have always told me that if it weren't for the Lanzetta Food Corporation, they wouldn't have the resources to provide for all of my needs. As my grandfather left it to Papa, it holds a lot of value for him. Similarly for me, because I'm the one and only person who will ultimately succeed to it. Because of this, my parents would frequently remind me that without it, we would have nothing.

I initially shared their initial belief. That is why I always tried to understand back then that they couldn't attend any events at my school due to our business. The business is experiencing an issue. There is an event. There is a crucial appointment. They occasionally fall short.

I swallowed all the pain from it. Because those were really a valid reasons...

"This is Maria Chantylle Lanzetta, my daughter," Papa said as he introduced me to the two people in front of us.

They are both male species. One of them looks old like my father, and one is, I think, just a few years older than me. The old man's hair is turning white already, like my papa's. His mustache tells me that he is a handsome man even without it.

My eyes darted to the younger man. My lips pursed as I check on him.

He was wearing a black suit, worn with a white shirt and a black bow tie. He looked too formal. He has black messy hair, a proud pointed nose, and thin lips. His dark, intense eyes are intimidating.

"Chantylle, this is Mr. Raymond Marzon and his son, Vren Lucifer Marzon.."

His thick brows were furrowed while he looked at me like he knew all the mistakes that I had made since I was a baby. I felt like he knew the naughty things and dark secrets about me. I felt like he knew me so well.

I've known a lot of lads my age and men who are years older than me. The majority of them were jovial, witty, kind, and nice. Additionally, I have male buddies that share my mood. Being around them is relaxing. They eventually made interacting with other males so simple for me as well. However, this man in front of me exudes overwhelming danger, forcefulness and violence. It's alarming.

I looked away from him. My heart is pounding so loudly and I don’t know why!

"Chantylle, greet them," Mama commanded when she noticed that I was just staring.

Acting like a robot, I twitched my lips to form a smile before I bowed my head to them.

"Hi! It is such an honor to meet the both of you!" I greeted in a very exagerrated happy voice which I don't care if they will notice it.

The old man, Mr. Raymond Marzon laughed as the wrinkles on the side of his eyes showed. "You have a very sweet, and beautiful daughter, Anthony," he said.

Papa and Mama laughed too, maybe to hide their embarrassment at what I did. Because their laughter is just so stiff.

I frowned as I looked down. Why am I here? If I stayed here until they finished their talk, they might think I agreed to this! When the truth is, I will never, ever, agree. Screw these Marzons in front of me! I should've stayed in my room.

I was breathing rapidly when I lifted my head again only to see Vren Marzon's deep eyes staring directly at me. Never minding the shame of his stares, I raise my eyebrows at him. His expression changed with that. He now looked amused, and his lips even twisted.

My mood went down even more when we were already eating. My parents are smiling widely, like they've just got a big fish. Yes, it is definitely a big fish.

"So you graduated in Harvard University? And now, you are an engineer?" Mama uttered in a quite loud voice.

"Yes, Mrs. Lanzetta," Vren answered.

I rolled my eyes. He probably graduated with the help of his smart friends. A rich man like him pays other students to maintain their high grades. I am not saying that we are not rich. But my boy friends told me that they usually do that. Boys are lazy. That's why they do that.

Delighted, Mama clapped her hands. Papa smirked before drinking his water. Of course, they are so much pleased to hear that.

They carried on speaking. Although I am speaking as well, I am usually quiet. I was growing increasingly bored when my phone beeped. I received a message, and as I read it, I became even more problematic.

Alec: Where are you?

I bit my lips and shook my head before I put down my phone. The loud laughs of the people around me filled my ears.

"Mama, I need to go to the washroom," I whispered to my mother.

I saw how Vren's eyes shifted their gaze to me, making me stop leaning at my mother. But Mama heard it. That's why she turned her head to look at me.

"Okay. Make it fast, Chantylle," Mama said in authorative voice.

Yes!

I nodded at her and smiled. Sweetly. "Thanks, Mama.." then I looked at Papa and Mr. Marzon. "Excuse me..."

I stood up and didn't glance at the younger man who was sitting in front of me, even though he was already gawking at me. My heart is beating so fast. His stares are making me comfortable. It was deep, like he'd dug all of my secrets! It was like he knew what I was going to do.

This is not right. Not right!

I moved quickly as I headed towards the women's restroom. I didn't enter, though. I skipped straight over that. I briefly paused in the hallway before pulling my phone from my sling bag. Already, Alec has left two messages. I cursed.

Alec: Are you busy?

I was about to reply when my phone rang from his call. I immediately swiped it to answer.

"Hon!" I exclaimed and sighed.

"Why are you not answering my texts, hon? Where are you?" he asked in a worried tone.

"I.. Uhm.. I'm currently having a dinner outside with my parents.."

"Dinner? Outside? With your parents?" he asked ridiculously. "Are you kidding me, hon? Your parents don't do that.."

"I am not kidding. However, to clear your thoughts, maybe this is not really a family dinner. We are eating with some of Papa's business partner and his son!" I blabbed furiously.

"What?! Go home now, hon," he ordered it because he knew what it was all about too.

My eyes widened when I came back to my senses. I shook my head repeatedly. "I.. I can't."

I am so not into this. I am mad at my parents, but I don't want to do that. That is not the right thing to do.

"We both know what's going on there, Chantylle! You know what your parents are thinking!"

"Yes, I know, hon.. That's why I am going to set this up in the right way. I will fix this as soon as possible. You don't have to worry..." I said calmly, even though I was not sure.

"Chantylle-"

Before I could finish hearing his sentiments, someone took my phone abruptly. Feeling shocked, I gasped as I turned around. But when I saw who was the one who did it, I immediately became annoyed.

"What the hell are you doing? Give me back my phone!" I shouted irritatedly at Vren.

He was standing proudly while holding my phone. The side of his lips rose, and I could see amusement in his eyes.

"How rude you are, Ms. Lanzetta. Talking to your boy while having dinner with us?"

My jaw clenched. "So what? This is none of your business! Give my phone back!"

I tried to grab my phone out of his hand. I succeeded when he let me. But when I lifted my gaze up to him, I caught him staring at me intently.

"This is my business, Ms. Lanzetta. You are my business. Because as of now, I'm already your fiancé. Remember that," he said before he left me.