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.

Before he could finish, his phone started ringing in his pocket.

“Hey, Milly,” Carter answered, his face instantly changing. “Where are you? I’m coming right now. Just wait for me.”

He didn’t even spare Whitney a glance as he rushed downstairs. A moment later, she heard the car speeding off into the night.

”Marriage license? What a joke,’ Whitney scoffed to herself.

Whitney didn’t waste a second. She sent the jewelry straight off to a high-end consignment store.

This time, she packed up the sheets, comforter set, scented candles, bath products—every single thing she’d picked out for their home—and shoved it all into boxes.

Next, she made her way to Carter’s room.

She opened his closet and grabbed every shirt and tie she’d ever bought for him, stuffing them into her suitcase too.

Whitney hauled another suitcase downstairs.

Linda was a little stunned. “M-Madam, are you going on another business trip?”

Whitney gave a faint smile. “No, I’m moving out. I probably won’t be coming back.”

Linda watched Whitney walk away, her eyes wide with shock.

‘Is she just joking, or is she really not coming back?’ Linda wondered.

*****

“Milly, why are you always so careless? You know your health isn’t great. Why don’t you just stay with Mom and Dad?” Carter said, worry etched in his voice.

Emily’s tears landed on Carter’s hand, wet and sudden.

Seeing her tears fall like pearls, Carter felt a sharp pain in his heart. “Milly, I wasn’t trying to be harsh with you…”

Emily wiped her tears away with her hand. “I know, Carter. I know I’m not very helpful. But what can I do?” Her voice faded to a whisper. “You’re the only one who cares about me in this house.”

Carter set down the cotton swab and carefully pulled her into his arms. “Come on, don’t cry. I was too harsh earlier. It’s alright. I’ve got your back, always.”