Loving the Devil

Hannah's POV "No, I'll never let that happen", a loud, chirpy voice shouted which belonged to my best friend Jane. "But I thought-" "Are you for real Hannah? For the first time in my life, I think fatsy here is right", Jane's twin brother and my other best friend Jake commented while taking a big bite of his cheeseburger. "But guys rea-", I tried to reason but Jane cut me again. "If you call me fatsy once more then I'll shred your balls using mom's potato shredder Jake.", Jane shouted at his brother and started grinning on watching the horrified expression on his brother's face. Though they both fight a lot and can be difficult sometimes, but nobody can separate them. And I love them more than anyone in the world, except my father of course. We three have been together from our childhood because their father was friend with mine. Jane is naturally beautiful. Her eyes are green with flecks of blue running around radially and she has strawberry blonde curly hair which suits her fierce personality perfectly. Jake has same hair like his sister but his eyes are brown. He was the basketball captain of our school but he is not like the popular kids we watch in teen fiction shows. Quite the opposite, I may add. He is sweet, charming and a perfect gentleman. "Hannah how can you just agree to this marriage? And by the way, are arranged marriages still a thing? Its twenty first century for God's sake.", exclaimed Jane while taking a big bite of my burger, causing me to frown at her. "Yes and that too with a billionaire's son. Have you never heard in news? Billionaires like him usually sleep with a different girl every night and never settle with one woman", Jake favored her sister. "Will you guys shut up for a second and listen to me?", I used my scariest glare and it actually silenced them. "ok so that's what really happened." I started. "Hannah dear! I've never asked you for anything my whole life. You know how much I love you and I'll never do anything to hurt you", my father spoke, his voice laced with worry and grief. "Dad! I know you would never ask me to do something if that was not for my own benefit. Tell me what is worrying you.", I murmured, placing my hand over his hand and squeezing it to provide him comfort. "After your mother died, I did my best to give you the love only a mother can give. But due to this, I couldn't give proper attention to my business and it suffered a bit. One of my friends loaned me 5 millions to help me out of this crisis.", he said while looking at the floor of our living room. "His family moved to New York and now after 10 years, he has returned. And he has asked me to marry you to his son.", he continued, he voice lowering with every passing word. My heart suddenly stopped beating and I glanced at my father who was looking at me with eyes filed with hope. He had always been a great father and never once let me feel the lack of my mother. He fulfilled the responsibilities of both of my parents and never once asked me anything in return. "I understand if you don't want to. I hope they will understand too. But I would advise you to think about it. Jacob Smith was a very kind person. I am sure his son would prove a very good husband." "Dad, I agree to this marriage." I said without any second thoughts. If my father wants this then I shall marry his friend's son. "But you didn't even look at his picture." he said. "I don't need to Dad. If you are saying he would prove a good husband then all my doubts are cleared. Besides, it's not like any other person would be willing to marry me." I joked and my dad furrowed his eyebrows. "You are the most perfect girl for me, Hannah. You are kind and beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have you in his life.", Dad said and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. "So you really don't want to meet him first?", dad asked. "Dad I believe in inner beauty. I won't mind if he is not handsome or his face is not perfect. As long as he has a beautiful heart, I am fine." "You have no idea how proud you make me.", He hugged me tightly and patted my forehead. "So what if he really is someone with a pot belly? Or worse, with a moustache. Have you even searched him on Google?', asked Jane. She looked like she wanted to smack me on my head. "No I haven't searched him and I don't plan to either. So what if he is not some Greek-god! it's not like I am a beauty queen either. With these chubby cheeks, pale skin, boring brown locks and stomach rolls, who would love me anyway?", I spoke with a glint of sadness in my voice. "Hey! stop underestimating yourself. You have no idea what a beauty you are! Anybody can fall for these deep hazel eyes, this cute button nose and your kind personality.", whispered Jake, looking into my eyes. "Oh cut the crap! You are just saying this because you are my best friend." I grinned and punched his arm. "Hey, I am your best friend.", Jane screamed and we both rolled our eyes at her childhish behavior. "So if you really want to do this for your father, you have our blessings. But if that wrinkled-face billionaire tried anything to harm you, we shall make sure he never sees the next sunrise.", Jane uttered and Jake nodded in approval. "Deal.", I added and hugged both of them while Jake squeezed the life out of us. "And one last thing, I am going to be the maid of honor, right?", Jane mumbled during our hug and I nodded in approval. "Great, we need to find a perfect dress for you. Eat faster and move your lazy ass. We have so much work to do." With that, we shifted our attention to our delicious fries and burgers. ******************