Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 None Of Your Business

Samuel’s hand came down hard across Whitney’s cheek with a loud smack.

“How dare you!” he snapped.

Whitney’s head was whipped to the side, her cheek burning with pain.

She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Samuel. “Why wouldn’t I dare? What is there for me to be afraid of?

“He doesn’t love me, so I don’t want to marry him. Can’t I just say no?”

Samuel’s chest rose and fell with anger. “Love? What’s that worth? Do you even realize Dad’s company is hanging by a thread? If you just marry into the Harris family, we can have a way out.

“If you don’t, then we might as well just wait to go bankrupt.”

Fate never gave Samuel a son. Both his wives bore him daughters.

His younger daughter, Tina, would sweet-talk him and always knew how to lift his mood.

But Whitney? She was stubborn as a mule.

Whitney chuckled. “Then let it go bankrupt.”

To Whitney, the company was already running on fumes. Bankruptcy was not a bad thing at all.

“Once it’s bankrupt, I can support you myself with my salary. You won’t need anyone else,” Whitney said.

Samuel was so furious that it felt like his insides were twisting. He retorted, “Save it. Your paycheck wouldn’t even last me a day.

“Whitney, you’d better think twice. If it weren’t for the engagement between our families, you really think the Harris family would ever accept you?”

Whitney smirked. “Well, why not just give the engagement over to Tina?”

Tina’s eyes instantly went wide. “Seriously? You sure you won’t regret it?”

Whitney clicked her tongue, not bothering to say another word. She grabbed her bag and strode out.

*****

When she stepped outside, Carter was leaning against his car, with a cigarette in hand.

As soon as he saw her, he stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into the trash can nearby.

As Whitney got closer, Carter finally noticed the red mark standing out against her fair skin.

“Did Samuel hit you?” Carter asked, his brows knitting together.

He reached out, wanting to get a better look at her face, but Whitney swatted his hand away.

“None of your business,” she said coldly.

Carter’s eyes darkened. He thought, ‘Just like her dad said, she’s stubborn as a mule.’

“Get in the car. We’ll get our marriage license tomorrow. I missed Valentine’s Day, but I’ll make it special tomorrow,” Carter said.

”Now he cares about making it special?’ Whitney thought. ‘Too bad. It’s way too late for that.’

Whitney’s voice was calm and even. “Carter, we don’t need to do this. I told you we’re over.”

Carter had just been worried about her, yet now, he had fire in his eyes. “Whitney, enough. Emily is my sister. No one could replace you. How many times do I have to spell it out for you?”

“But you know she’s not your birth sister. You’re not even family by blood. Can you swear you’ll never see her again?” Whitney asked.

Whitney caught the way Carter looked away, and she knew exactly what that meant.

“See? You can’t do it, and neither can I. Just thinking about what’s between you two makes my skin crawl,” Whitney shot back.

Carter’s breath grew heavy, and suddenly, he steered her into the passenger seat.

“Feel however you want, but breaking up? It’s never happening,” Carter snapped.

He hit the gas, and the car sped off into the night.

Whitney cast Carter a cold, sideways glance. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his bad mood written all over his face.

But she couldn’t help but find it amusing. She grumbled inwardly, ‘What right does he have to be angry?’

“I’m not looking to die tonight. Slow down, or I’ll call the cops,” Whitney snapped, shooting Carter a glare.

Carter caught sight of her bloodless lips out of the corner of his eye. Remembering she’d complained about her stomach earlier, he let up on the gas, and the car slowed down.

When they got out, Whitney slammed the car door hard and marched straight up to the guest room on the second floor, her expression icy.

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