Fated to the Trillionaire CEO heir

Chapter Two:

Evie's POV

(The Welse Mansion)

I can't believe what happened today. My father still pins this pregnancy on me as a way to remind me of my carelessness. To make matters worse, I don't even have a say about the decision concerning my own life?! I am the Welse heiress, not someone anyone can boss and order around.

But lately… I’m beginning to doubt even that.

Now my fate is in the hands of my parents and God Himself.

“Miss”.

I turned to see who it was, and her presence already told me another drama would soon unfold.

“Master said you must not be late for dinner, and no excuse should be given whatsoever to miss dinner,” the maid said.

“Understood”

Any other thing?

“Dinner is by 8 pm”.

“And”?

“Nothing for now, miss”.

Then you may take your leave.

This is exactly how a heiress should be, not to be told what to do by her father every minute and sometimes be humiliated in front of the maids.

“Hmph,” I sighed.

Whatever father has to say would surely end with ‘it is for the good of this family, for our reputation, for the name we uphold'. Every decision he takes, every instruction, every move he has wanted me to obey has always been for the good of the family and not for myself. Nothing has been done my way and to my own liking!.

Dinner time came in so fast, and I honestly didn't want to have dinner with the family, especially now that I have no say of my own anymore.

“Mummy”,

“My baby, did you miss mummy?”

“Mummy, let's go to the dining hall to have our meals. I am really starving, and grandma promised my favorite would be for dessert today. I don't want to miss it for anything, mummy”.

“Alright, alright. You win. We would go have dinner now with grandma, grandpa and uncle, okay?”

“Yipeee”.

(In the dining room)

Father sat at the head of the table, as usual, with his expression carved from stone. Mother sat across, perfectly composed, slicing her salmon like it had offended her. Dominic sat beside me, legs swinging under his chair, humming to himself, completely unaware of what was going on between his grandparents and me.

“Evie,” Father finally said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. His tone was the kind that made maids stop breathing mid-step. “I spoke to Mr. Howells this morning.”

I didn’t look up from my plate. “You speak to a lot of people, Father.”

Mother’s fork paused halfway to her mouth. “Evie.”

Well that sounded like a warning.

I set my knife down and leaned back in my chair, feigning calm. “Let me guess? Another business deal disguised as a life decision or what?”

Dominic giggled quietly beside me, and I nudged his juice closer so he wouldn’t spill it.

Father ignored my tone. “The Howells family has agreed to meet you formally this weekend. Damian Howells is an intelligent, powerful man. This is an opportunity—”

“For the family,” I finished, unable to hold back a dry laugh. “Of course. It’s always for the family.”

Mother sighed. “You’re twenty-seven, Evie. You have responsibilities—”

“I also have a child,” I cut in sharply, “and a mind of my own. But apparently, neither matters when you’ve already planned my future over dinner.”

Dominic’s eyes darted between us, small brows furrowed. “Mommy, are you in trouble again?”

The question cracked through the tension. Even Father froze. Then Mother cleared her throat softly, reaching over to pat Dominic’s head. “No, darling. Your mommy just forgets how to behave like a Welse sometimes.”

I forced a smile for him. “Finish your carrots, Nico.”

He grinned. “They taste weird.”

“Everything tastes weird when you don’t eat it,” I said, earning a tiny giggle.

But the laughter only lasted a heartbeat before Father’s voice sliced through again. “You’ll attend that dinner, Evie. Whether you like it or not. I’ve tolerated your defiance for years, but this time, you will do as I say.”

“Oh Father, I have always done as you have said”.

Never a time have I failed to please you, Father.

“ Then don't be on my black book list.”

The old chandelier above us flickered slightly, as if reacting to his tone.

I swallowed hard and looked down at my plate, trying to hide the fire burning inside. “Fine,” I said quietly. “But don’t expect me to smile for the cameras.”

Dominic tugged at my sleeve and whispered, “Mommy, what’s a Howells?”

I leaned closer to him, whispering back, “A family that’s about to make dinner very boring, sweetheart.”

He giggled again and for a itsy bitsy second, that sound was enough to make the world feel less heavy.

Maybe Dominic never is, and he would never be a mistake, and I will take all means to protect him from this cruel world. I whispered to myself .

“Well, I am done eating”. Said Father.

“Evie, my daughter, remember you're the heiress of this family and set a good example for your brothers to follow and carry on”. His tone, calm a little but still firm.

It would be a slap to this family if it were ever heard that one of your brothers impregnated a girl and she bore him a child.

That is not the example I want you to keep displaying in this family.

“Father,” I called out angrily.

“Enough”!!! He shouted, voice full of rage and temper now.

“ Prepare well for next week. You don't want to offend the Howells”.

“Howells?”.

Wait…. The world's biggest Trillionaire family…. I have an arranged marriage with the disabled CEO of the Howells company? I murmured to myself.

How is that possible?

I have never met him or had an encounter with him, so why did he agree to marry me?

Father must really be ridiculous because my soon-to-be husband will be a disabled man.

Why do I keep forgetting things? Power comes before family. So of course, I'm another tool to pull out more wealth and resources for the Welse.

But shouldn't I be happy that I'm going to be the wife of the Trillionaire CEO?. It is every girl's dream to marry into a family more wealthy than yours. But in my case, I seem to oppose this.

Well I can't be taking care of a child and a CEO that can't fend for himself either.

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