Page 16 of Sweet Obsession
My lungs refused to expand.
What changed?
Papa had barely tolerated Yuri.
Tried everything to sabotage our relationship. Now suddenly he’s signing contracts?
And Yuri, flirty and secretive. A two-month boyfriend I still barely knew.
We hadn’t talked about the future. We barely talked at all.
I wasn’t ready for marriage. Not mentally. Not physically.
Not when I still had two years left at Joya del Norte—Colombia’s top jewelry academy.
With blood roaring in my ears, I stormed toward my father’s study, the heavy wooden doors still cracked open from the visitors’ exit.
I found him at the bar, swirling a drink in his hand like he hadn’t just sold off my future.
“You agreed to marry me off to Yuri?” I said.
He didn’t even flinch.
“It’s done,” he said coolly.
“You hate him.”
“I hate weakness more.” He tossed the drink back and set the glass down hard enough that it cracked. “His father controls the eastern ports now,” Papa said, voice flat. “Access we need. Influence we can’t buy.”
“So you traded your daughter for shipping lanes,” I said bitterly
“You’re his girlfriend,” he said, like that was supposed to make this okay. “You’re acting like this wasn’t what you wanted.”
“You’ve hated us being together for months.”
“Because I thought he was soft. But he proved me wrong.
He’s made a move. A real one.”
“You didn’t even ask me,” I hissed. “You just decided.”
He sipped his drink again.
“You’re luckier than your sister.”
I clenched my fists at my sides.
“At least you’re not being sent to a stranger halfway across the world,” he said. “Be grateful.”
The way he said ‘stranger’ made my stomach turn.
His voice dropped cold. “You’ll do what’s required.” The finality in his tone stabbed like a knife.
I turned on my heel and stormed out, rage blurring my vision.
I didn’t see the figure until I slammed into a wall of heat and muscle.
Large hands steadied me at my elbows. Strong. Immoveable.
