The deathly silence in the room could have sent any ordinary man running for the hills, but Asher wasn’t ordinary. He sat calmly across from his father, watching the older man’s eyes blaze with fury.
“Get rid of that lowlife, Asher. I’m telling you,” his father growled.
“That will never happen, Father,” Asher replied evenly.
Shock flickered in the older man’s eyes. “You’re defying me… for a mere lowlife?”
“I’m going to marry her.”
The words hit like a gunshot. His father’s chair scraped back violently as he surged to his feet.
“Have you lost your mind? How can a lowlife become queen of the Dominic empire? That has never happened before, and it never will. I will not allow you to drag our name through the dirt over that… trash!”
Asher remained still, his voice calm but unyielding. He
