Chapter322

#Chapter322

/"You are fucking impossible!!!/" Leila yells at me across the table and I yell straight back in complete unveiled rage.

/"I’m not wearing a fucking purple wedding dress; the dress is not down to you to pick. What the hell were you thinking?/" I throw her booklet at her and it bounces off the coffee table and lands on the floor dramatically.

/"Hey, hey, come on./" Arrick tries to intervene, sitting me back down on the couch and I glare at her hatefully. Fury fueling me, even as he kneels down in front of me and tries to calm that wild inner beast, she has erupting all over.

Leila flew in two days ago to rush through the prep for this wedding and in Arrick’s absence as he has been seeing his dad and getting his shit back to Carrero Corp, I have been stuck with my controlling sister planning my life in the worst kind of way.