Chapter 2
After they left the study, Uncle’s once gentle gaze had turned into nasty and mean. He not only dropped the “let me date” talk, he even kicked me straight in the chest.
“You worthless bitch! You think you deserve love at your age? As if!”
My aunt arrived looking for Uncle, witnessed the whole scene, and tore into him. But after Dad took her into that damn study too, she came out telling me I should forget about marriage forever or she’d poison me herself.
Something was seriously wrong. What the hell was in my father’s study that could completely flip someone’s entire attitude toward me?
Even my little sister—we’ve been close our whole lives—started lecturing me about how I should “enjoy being single” and “why ruin that with marriage?”
She secretly burned all my photos with ex-boyfriends and blocked their numbers in my phone, determined to keep me from having any contact with men.
I lay awake at night, my mind racing. The whole situation was beyond creepy.
At least Mom was still on my side. But with three restaurants to run, she worked dawn till dusk and had no idea how they treated me at home.
I’ve cried, screamed, and broken down after each breakup. Nothing changed.
Ugh, that disappointment hit me so hard, it was like my chest had a giant hole. The wind just whooshed through it, y’know? Freezing me from the inside—literally felt like my heart turned to ice.
Dad glanced at me with disgust before sitting on the couch to watch TV like nothing happened.
I stepped directly in front of the screen, dead serious.
“Dad, just tell me the truth. Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you? What about me bothers you so much? Can’t we just talk about this like normal people instead of… whatever this is?”
We’re family. If there was a misunderstanding, we could just clear it up.
But Dad wouldn’t even look at me, just stared coldly at the TV screen.
“I’ve told you. No dating. No marriage. If you disobey me, I’ll kill you myself.”
Then he turned his black eyes on me, shooting me a glare.
I shuddered—my spine turned to ice.
He wasn’t joking. In the next moment, he jumped up, stormed into the kitchen, and came back with a cleaver, running at me like a maniac.
I ran to my room, locked the door, and called my best friend to get the police.
They arrived quickly, my bestie right behind them.
A female officer immediately subdued my father, knocking the knife far away. Only then did I dare come out.
“Mr. Blackwood, you’re under suspicion of attempted murder. You need to come with us to the station for questioning.”
Despite being arrested, Dad looked completely unfazed. He wasn’t scared at all.
My bestie saw the cut on my arm where the knife had grazed me and went pale, tears streaming down her face.
She punched my father, furious beyond words.
“What is wrong with you? That’s your daughter!”
“You’d rather kill her than let her get married?”
She covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably.
I knew if the cops weren’t there, she would have beaten him senseless just to make him pay for what he’d done to me.
At least someone in this world genuinely cared about my happiness.
The cops questioned my dad about why he did it, but his face stayed blank, showing no regret—like he did nothing wrong.
