His Silent Obbsesion

“Your daughter.” The words landed cleanly. Sharp. Final. Mr. Fernando’s head snapped up. “What?” Gray didn’t flinch. “Your daughter.” There was no hesitation in his voice. No emotion. Just a statement of fact, as though he was naming an asset already on the table. “You can’t be serious." Mr. Fernando said, his voice tightening. “You’re suggesting my daughter as part of a deal?” He leaned forward slightly now, his tone unchanged. “If you want something of equal value, you must be willing to offer something of equal weight.” Mr. Fernando shook his head immediately. “No. Absolutely not. She’s not something to be used as leverage.” His gaze remained steady. “Then you can’t have my company.” The reply was immediate. Unwavering. Mr. Fernando’s jaw tightened. He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again, clearly torn between frustration and necessity. He continued, unbothered. “And for clarity, this isn’t about your daughter as a person. It’s about the rumors surrounding me needing to be contained." Mr. Fernando’s voice rose slightly. “You’d have to understand how that sounds.” “I do." he replied calmly. “Which is why I’m being direct.” Another pause. The tension in the room had shifted. The negotiation was no longer just about business. It had turned into something more personal, more complicated. Mr. Fernando leaned back slightly, rubbing a hand over his face before letting it fall to the table again. “So what are you suggesting?” he asked more quietly. “That she becomes part of this arrangement… publicly?” He nodded once. “Not necessarily permanent. Just enough to stabilize perception. A controlled arrangement. Strategic visibility.” Mr. Fernando stared at him for a moment. “So you’re suggesting… an arranged marriage.” He didn’t correct him. “I’m suggesting a mutually beneficial agreement. A unified front that addresses both our needs.” Mr. Fernando looked down at the documents in front of him again, though he wasn’t really reading them anymore. His thoughts had shifted elsewhere. To Tiana. His only child. The weight of that reality pressed down harder than the financial loss he was trying to avoid. Because this wasn’t just about assets or numbers. It was about her life intersecting with something she didn’t choose. He exhaled slowly. “She won’t agree to this." he said quietly. His expression remained unchanged. “She doesn’t need to.” That answer lingered longer than the rest of the conversation combined. Mr. Fernando looked up again, searching his face for something that might suggest hesitation, regret, or even doubt. There was none. Only certainty. After a long pause, Mr. Fernando straightened in his chair. The internal conflict hadn’t disappeared. Necessity. “Deal.” he said finally. The word felt heavier than expected. He gave a small nod. “Good.” Mr. Fernando hesitated briefly. “She isn’t going to like this.” He rose from his seat, adjusting his cuff slightly as he stood. “She doesn’t have to.” The finality in his tone closed the conversation without room for further discussion. No handshake was needed. No celebration followed. No visible acknowledgement of what had just been agreed upon. Only silence. Mr. Fernando gathered his documents slowly, his movements measured but distant now. He walked toward the window, looking out at the skyline as Mr. Fernando prepared to leave. Two separate worlds had just been connected by a single agreement. One built on desperation. The other on control. And somewhere, unaware of the conversation that had just changed the course of her life, Tiana Fernando continued living the night exactly as it was before. Unknowing. Uninvolved. For now.