I Was Forced To Marry The Enemy

~KYOMI~

The ride back home was excruciatingly painful. My father had done nothing but thrown insults my way the entire time.

He blamed me for tarnishing our family's name as well as disrespecting the family. He also said that I was a bad role model to my younger sisters and that if they ever did anything to tarnish the family name as well it would all be because of me.

On the bright side he hadn't tried to lay a hand on me again, but I wasn't sure if I would be that lucky when we reached home for he was extremely upset with me.

I've seen my father angry at me before, angry at others before, even angry at my mother but never once had I seen him act like this, that fact scared me.

"Why did you do it Kyomi?" He finally asked.

"I never meant for it to happen father." I answered honestly. "Dante approached me one day just to have a normal conversation and I tried to keep him at a distance, I even told him to stay away but he didn't listen, you know how Dante's family is, they don't take no for an answer."

"Then why didn't you come to me?" He asked as he looked at me from the rear view mirror.

I swallowed. "I didn't want to cause any trouble. I knew how much you hate Dante and his family, I didn't want to stir up anything."

"Lies!" He shouted. "Don't lie to me. You were going around our backs because you wanted too. But you don't know Dante Clarke, he's a player, a womanizer. I always thought I'd raised an intelligent daughter who knew how to respect herself but you're just like any other young lady who can't think for herself and falls for the lies that a man fills in her head."

My heart hurt at my father's words. I knew Dante was a player, I knew all those things and yet I had let him touch me. Yet, even now after everything I still wanted to feel his hands on my body.

I was an embarrassment to my family, my father was right.

"Just wait and see, watch how Dante moves onto another woman right in front of your eyes. That's the type of man he is, the type of man his father trained him to be. You think you were special in his eyes? You're just another game to him and you just made it very easy for him."

I felt my heart squeeze, I didn't like the idea of Dante with another woman. Now that my father had brought it up, it worried me.

He may very well be correct, Dante would easily move on to another woman.

I hadn't once thought about that.

What would it feel like to witness something like that?