The way she looked at me said it all. In her eyes, I was just another gold-digging man chasing her family’s fortune.
“Miss Young,” I said calmly, “I understand this marriage was arranged by our parents, and that we’ve never met before. But cutting me off before I can even finish a sentence? Don’t you think that’s a little disrespectful?”
Her face darkened instantly.
“Disrespectful?” she snorted. “Mr. Dalton, do yourself a favor and look in the mirror. Do you really think you deserve my respect?”
She then gave a derisive laugh and tossed her hair. “Let me make one thing clear. If it weren’t for my father forcing me to marry you, I wouldn’t even glance your way. You’re nothing but a useless freeloader who lives off women.”
By now, her voice had risen, and she turned to address everyone in the room, making sure they all heard.
“And one more thing, don’t even think that after the wedding you’ll be part of my family. Without my permission, you don’t get to touch me. Not even once!”
Her words were sharp enough to slice through the air.
But I met her glare without flinching, my tone flat and emotionless.
“If you hate marrying me that much,” I said quietly, “then why force yourself?”