My Unexpected Marriage - Chapter 2

“Uncle Zen, it’s been a long time. How are you?”

“Miss Williams, I’ve been good. Thank you for your concern.” He replied politely.

“Uncle Zen, how many times have I told you to call me Shanell.”

“I will keep that in my mind Miss Williams.” He replied to me like every time.

I rolled my eyes.I looked back to my school and the place where my dorm is, which brought moist in my eyes. I turned towards the front and closed my eyes and began to think about my past few years in the school. The days I spent with my friends with no worries about family business and the studies, the time we pranked our classmates etc came to my mind. I tried hard to not cry.

When I opened my eyes I saw a big mansion there were not many people because it was already 11 pm. Bright lights from the building made it look like a real palace. Yes it is my home before I could regain the thought about ‘home’, I was already in front of my home. Car stopped moving, I opened the door and got down from it then went to see my parents to let them know I am back home. I waited at the door to my parents room and let out a sigh. Then I knocked on the door and asked.

“Father, may I come in.”

Instead of my father, my mother replied. And I walked into my parent’s room. It was a big room with an open balcony, the room was big but there was only some accessories in it. There was a wardrobe with a walk in closet, a couch at one corner, some expensive paintings on the wall, a king size bed with feather mattress and a big family portrait of us on the wall beside the bed. My dad was sitting on the bed and my mom was standing near wardrobe. From the look itself I understood she just had a shower and she’s going to change. So I decided to go to my dad’s side. I stood in front of my father and greeted him.

“Father, why did you want me to come home today itself.” I asked him.

My father looked really serious, my mother’s expression is also similar. So a cold shiver went through my spine. I tried to think hard that if I have done something which I was not supposed to do. Then my mother spoke.

“What’s with the tone? Are you trying to question your parents?”

“No mother, I am sorry. If it is not urgent then I will be leaving to my room then.” I said and then left the room.

When I reached the living room I saw the wall with the portraits of our family from my childhood and teenage. I went to my brother’s room and it was locked from inside so I thought he is asleep.It was late, I didn’t want to disturb my brother so I went to my room.

My room was not like a girly room. It was not in pink colour. It does not have any Barbie dolls or any ‘princessy’ items. I was like a princess but more like an actual princess. My childhood was filled with duties I had to finish, responsibilities I had to fulfill etc. until my brother was born. Before my brother’s birth I was treated like the heiress of the business world that my father owned but after his birth things started to change slightly. I became more like “something” which can collaborate with another strong business world. I was trained hard to become a wife of some rich guy. I actually didn’t like this idea though. But I had no choice at all.

When my parents treated me like a possession which can bring them a good fortune, but my brother treated me like a person who should be loved and taken care of. On my every birthday my parents throw a party to be in touch with every business tycoons and powerful officials which I hated, my brother always tried to surprise me by taking care of my tender feelings. He always brought a gift not the expensive ones and make birthday cake by himself just to make me happy.I started these surprising celebrations for him so that he will never have to feel what I felt. Then he started to follow the same for me. We both continued this for years and it has become an obvious thing on our birthdays. We both waited for our birthdays just to have the small gifts and the cakes filled with love we have for each other in the past 13 years. It made us both happy and now I will be 18 in a few months and I had a feeling that what I scared is going to happen.