FORCED TO BE WITH MR RIGHT

CHAPTER 4: The Private Confrontation

I slammed my bedroom door behind me, letting out a long, frustrated groan that echoed off the walls.

“What the hell is going on?” I muttered, pacing across the room. “My parents… their decisions… this… him!”

And yes, I meant him. That arrogant, infuriating, annoyingly perfect man - Reign Devan. My stomach twisted at the thought, and a headache was already forming just thinking about the nightmare that was about to become my life.

The knock on my door came seconds later.

“I know you’re in there,” a familiar, infuriatingly calm voice said.

I whirled around. “Don’t even think about.....”

Before I could finish, the door creaked open.

Reign stood there, leaning casually against the frame, that smug smirk planted firmly on his face. Arms crossed. Hair perfectly in place. Suit sharp enough to cut someone with. And that damn smirk… like he knew exactly how much I hated him.

“Are you always this dramatic?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, as if he were amused by my entire existence.

I pointed at him, furious. “You! You’re unbelievable! Do you know what my parents just said? Do you know?!”

“I can imagine,” he said lightly, shrugging. “Something about us being married?”

“Exactly! And NO, I am not marrying a stranger! Especially not YOU!” I screamed, pacing again. “I have a degree to finish. My life isn’t some… some family arrangement!”

He stepped closer, calm and dangerous, and for a split second, I felt that magnetic pull he seemed to have over everyone. But I quickly shoved it aside.

“Relax, Daisy. You’re making it sound worse than it is.”

“Relax?!” I shrieked. “How can I relax when my life just got hijacked by… by a man I barely know and who - by the way - is incredibly rude!”

He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his face. “Rude, huh? That’s your word for it? I’d call it… efficient.”

“Efficient! Really? You cancel my order, bark orders, and think I should respect you? That’s efficiency?” I shouted, running a hand through my hair. My chest heaved. “Do you even understand the word boundaries?!”

He smirked again, that infuriating, self-assured smirk that made me want to shove something at him. “And you think that’s the worst part?”

I froze mid-step. “Worst part? What are you talking about?”

Before he could answer, the door creaked open again.

“Daisy… can we talk?”

Raymond.

I turned to see my older brother standing in the doorway, arms folded, calm but stern. His presence was grounding, like a reminder that not everyone in the world was completely crazy or infuriating.

“Ray…” I muttered, exhaustion and frustration leaking into my voice. “I don’t want to.....”

“You need to hear this,” he said, walking in and sitting beside me on the bed. “I know you’re angry, and I get it… believe me, I do. But screaming won’t fix this. You need a plan.”

I stared at him, unsure whether to hit him for being practical or hug him for being sane.

“I just… I can’t believe they would....” I began, my voice breaking slightly.

“Your parents think this is best for you. I don’t agree with everything either,” he said, voice gentle but firm. “But panicking won’t help. We have to be smart.”

I sank onto the bed, exhausted, and buried my face in my hands. “I just… I can’t. How could they do this to me? Without even asking? It’s insane!”

Raymond sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know it feels impossible, but listen… you’ve handled worse, Daisy. You’re not helpless. You’re just… caught off guard. That’s all. And as for him…”

I raised my head, glaring. “Don’t even start with him. I hate him. I loathe him.”

“He’s observant. Smart. Calm. Don’t underestimate him. That smirk, that arrogance… he knows how to get what he wants.”

I shook my head violently. “He doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know what I want. He can’t - he won’t -”

Before I could finish, I heard a faint, low chuckle. My blood ran cold.

Reign’s voice, soft but dangerous, came from the doorway:

“Your brother’s right… but not for the reasons he thinks. You should be worried, Daisy.”

My stomach dropped. My pulse raced.

“What do you mean?” I whispered, heart hammering.

He didn’t answer. He just turned and walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar, the faintest trail of his cologne lingering in the room.

Raymond’s hand found mine, squeezing gently. “See? What did I tell you?”

I clenched my jaw, my hands gripping the bed sheets. “I don’t like him. I don’t trust him. I’m not… ready for this.”

Raymond nodded. “I know. But this isn’t just about us, Daisy. They’ve made their decision. Now we have to be smart, and we have to think ahead.”

I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the slightly open door. The dread in my chest coiled tighter with every second.

Somewhere in my mind, a voice whispered: This engagement isn’t going to be inconvenient. It’s going to be dangerous. And that man… that arrogant, infuriating man… he’s going to make my life… hell.

I didn’t know how I was going to survive the next few weeks, but one thing was certain: Reign Devan had just officially entered my life, and there was no turning back.