Chapter 5 THE THOUGHTS IN EVERYONE'S MINDS SHOCK: THE ENGAGEMENT GOES ON!

(VERA'S POV)

Jake, as usual, always blames me for everything. I mumbled as I went to look for that stupid bitch called Eira; at times, she was needed, but she vanished. It was as if Eira considered herself important. I complained in my heart, but just as I was about to make a move, the bitch shouted in her annoying voice.

I glared at her and felt my eyelids jump with envy and shock. Despite me choosing the worst outfit for her, she still looked stunning, even outshining my beloved daughter, Lara.

I felt a glare almost boring through my skin, and without even looking back, I knew my daughter was staring at me with murderous intentions. A poor bastard outshined her while wearing her dress; how would she tolerate that?

I moved farther away to escape Lara's glare as I made a note to punish Eira and all the maids later; it was definitely because they gave Eira so much food; that's why Eira could get such good shape.

The thought that my maids played me for a fool made me harbor thoughts of murder, but before I could dwell on my thoughts, the stupid slimy bitch said something that made me feel like hugging her ... just kidding.

She wanted to break up the engagement she had with Paul! Ohh, how her voice felt like music to my ears when she said that. Instantly, my anger subsided as I gave my husband a proud and victorious look.

(JAKE'S POV)

My smile almost reached my ears when Paul stepped foot in my house. With each step he made, I could hear my calling for power, fame, and wealth jingling along with him.

The thought of going back to the ranks of the great families made me ecstatic to no end, but before I could make a statement, Paul, the great Buddha, asked for Eira.

His sudden question made me realize that Eira, that dumb brat, was not with us. My heart fell with how cold Paul's voice had gotten.

Thinking he might leave out of anger, I glared at my wife, who gave me a puzzled look. Her lack of immediate response made me regret marrying her; she was so stupid; how could she not keep an eye on Eira?

As much as I would want Lara to be the person who would get married to Paul, I cannot change the pact made by my mother and the old lady of the Stoneheart family. It was already a good fortune that the Stone Heart family remembered the engagement; how could he still have the nerve to ask for the bride to be changed?

Just as I was about to scold my dumb wife, the voice of the little brat rang out. As I looked toward her to scold her, I found myself stunned, speechless. Standing right in my field of vision was a peerlessly beautiful lady.

With just one glance, my mouth widened in happiness as I knew that for sure, Paul would fall for Eira and me as her father would rise with her; I could already see myself back as the head of a great family, and my smile grew wider. As I smiled happily and was just about to boast to Paul, the silly brat said something that almost gave me a mini heart attack.

She wanted to call off the engagement! Who gave her the right, WHO? My eyes immediately darted to Paul; as expected, his face did not look good.

My heart dropped to my stomach, and my eyes almost bled out; it was as if all my dreams were on the verge of breaking. All the smiles on my face faded as I gave Eira a murder-filled glare; I was honestly going to kill her if she messed up.

As I was going crazy, my wife gave me a victorious look. I was stunned and almost ready to hit her. How could she be happy when my life was hell? That was when I realized I still had Lara, who was close to Paul.

Instantly, my face lit up as I put my entire hope on Lara. Truly, my biological daughter is my best bet.

(LARA'S POV)

I felt submerged in an ocean of flowers when Paul brought me into the house, his hands resting on my waist as if declaring their ownership. I almost squealed when

I felt his hot touch and his attractive sweet cologne brushing past my nose.

The thought of when I would make this attractive, rich, and tall hunk mine made my blood boil with excitement, but that excitement went off faster than a soap opera as I remembered that damn engagement.

My heart was in pain as I cursed Eira. Ohhh! How I wish she could just go somewhere far away and just die. She was such a jinx and the reason for all my problems. Every time she was near me, all the things I should have gotten went to her instead.

I was the daughter of the Croft family, and she was just an orphan from nowhere, the garbage dump, I hope, but she got to have an engagement with a hot man because my grandma liked her more.

I was the one who should have been engaged; this is my family, but then, she just had to steal Paul from me, the same way she stole my grandma's love.

As I was still cursing Eira, I felt a tug in my hand, and before I knew it, my entire body was resting in Paul's embrace. His embrace soothed me and made me forget about that thief.

Paul then asked for the bitch; I tightened my hold on him as I waited excitedly for the words I have been dreaming of since, The words- 'let's break up the engagement'.

To my surprise, I couldn't see the thief, but before I could rejoice, her damn voice sounded. In anger, I turned to look at her, and with a look, I was stunned, stunned, speechless with rage!

That was my dress on the thief's body, my dress! Yes, it was a really old dress, and I had already forgotten about it, but it was mine who gave her the nerve to steal what was mine again.

The most annoying part was I could see the interest forming in Paul's eyes; he was attracted to Eira. I gave my mom a look as if asking her while Eira was not in the white dress I picked, but I got more furious when I saw my mom dodging my glare. It was very clear she had given Eira my dress, but why?

That was a question I should have considered, but I couldn't even muster the brain power for that as Eira's words made my brain swell with ecstasy.

Did she want to call the engagement quits? I was so excited that I tossed my mom and questions out of my mind. Who cared about that now? All that mattered was that eira...eira was dumb enough to throw gold away.

(PAUL'S POV)

The house of the croft was the only thing that caught my eye as I entered the estate; it was in pair with my family mansion, which made a bad taste on my tongue. How could my family, one of the four great families, have something in common with a lower-class family? I felt my dignity was insulted.

The moment I laid eyes on the host and hostess of the family, my disdain grew stronger as I looked at their cowardly appearance. They were the people who were planning on being my in-laws....what a good joke.

My urgency to cancel my engagement with this family grew as I noticed their lack of sense and morality. I purposely flirted with the second daughter, the slut called Lara, but the parents were still smiling, obviously not angry at all that the fiance of their oldest daughter was getting his hands all over the other daughter.

I was quickly determined to break up the engagement with the first daughter and change to the second daughter. After I had solidified my position as heir, I would break off the engagement totally and marry a woman befitting of my status, but with a glance at my fiance, my brain refused to work anymore.

I had never seen a beautiful lady with any makeup; she was such a fresh breath of air; just as I was about to introduce myself, my fiancee did something I would never forgive.

She proposed that the engagement be broken off, with what right?

At first, I thought she was just playing,, but when I saw her deadpan expression, my face soured and I shouted out. "NO, THE ENGAGEMENT GOES ON"