In the rich neighborhood of Crestwood Heights, 23-year-old Jayla Naomi Delgado breezed through life with an air of entitlement. Born into a world of luxury and lavishness, she had never known the sting of want or the weight of responsibility. With her designer clothes, luxury car, and endless stream of social engagements, Jayla was the epitome of a spoiled brat.

Jayla's demeanor matches her status as a brat - her long, black hair falls carelessly around her face, framing a mischievous grin. Her chestnut eyes sparkle with a hint of defiance, and her confident stride exudes a sense of entitlement.

Raised in opulence, Jayla's sense of entitlement knew no bounds. From the latest fashion trends to exclusive parties, she navigated the world with the arrogance of one born into wealth. Her days were filled with lavish shopping sprees and nights with extravagant soirees, each moment feeding her insatiable hunger for adoration and indulgence.

Yet beneath her veneer of luxury lay a void, a gnawing emptiness that no material wealth could fill. Despite her confidence, Jayla's heart was burdened with loneliness and dissatisfaction. She craved genuine connections, especially family love.

The elegant dining room of the Delgado mansion was adorned with crystal chandeliers and porcelain, a testament to the family's wealth and status. Jayla sat at one of the tables, haughty as she surveyed the spread before her. Her younger brother, Nexus, fidgeted nervously in his seat. At the same time, her parents, Janella and Noah, exchanged strained glances across the table.

Janella, her mother, cleared her throat, her patience wearing thin as she watched Jayla toy with her food, pushing it around her plate with disdain. "Jayla, could you please stop?" she ventured, her tone laced with thinly veiled frustration.

Jayla rolled her eyes, barely suppressing a scoff as she shot her mother a withering glare. "I'm not hungry, that's all," she replied curtly, her voice dripping with entitlement. "Besides, this food is beneath me. I wouldn't feed it to my dog."

Noah, her father, intervened, attempting to diffuse the tension with a forced smile. "Now, Jayla, let's not be disrespectful," he warned gently, though his words fell on deaf ears as Jayla continued to sulk in silence.

Sensing the tension in the air, Nexus tried to lighten the mood with a timid joke, but Jayla's response was swift and cutting. "Oh, please, Nexus, spare us your juvenile humor," she snapped, her lip curling in disdain as she shot him a disdainful look.

Janella's patience finally snapped, her frustration boiling over as she addressed her eldest daughter with a steely gaze. "Jayla, this behavior is unacceptable," she reprimanded, her voice tinged with anger. "You cannot continue to treat your brother with disrespect!"

Jayla bristled at her mother's words, her temper flaring as she pushed back against the reprimand. "You can't tell me what to do, Mother," she shot back resistantly, her voice rising in pitch. "You've never understood me, never cared about anything other than your Nexus."

Despite Jayla's anger, Nexus remained remarkably composed, his demeanor contrasting his sister's fiery temperament. With a serene smile, he reached out to Jayla, attempting to bridge the gap between them with gentle words.

"Jana, I understand you're upset, but there's no need for this hostility," Nexus said calmly, his voice a soothing balm amidst the tension.

Jayla recoiled at Nexus's attempt to calm her down, her frustration boiling over as she lashed out again. "Don't you dare patronize me, Nexus," she spat, her voice sharp with bitterness. "You have no idea what it's like to live like this. Oh yes!! Mother always chooses your side and has your back!"

Nexus's expression softened, a flicker of sadness in his eyes as he reached out to his sister again. "Jana, I'm not trying to compete with you," he explained gently.

Janella, their mother, couldn't hold back any longer, her frustration boiling over as she interjected into the tense conversation between Jayla and Nexus.

"Enough!" Janella's voice rang out, cutting through the air like a knife. Her eyes blazed with anger as she fixed her gaze on Jayla, her disappointment evident in every word. "Jayla, I will not tolerate this disrespect towards your brother. Nexus has done nothing to deserve your scorn, and your behavior is appalling."

Jayla bristled at her mother's rebuke, her cheeks flushing with indignation as she squared her shoulders defiantly. "Mother, was it true?" she protested, her voice tinged with bitterness. "You never cared about my feelings, always showering him with praise while ignoring me."

Janella's jaw clenched with frustration. Her patience thin as she struggled to contain her temper. "That's enough, Jayla," she snapped, her voice cold and cutting. "I didn't raise you to be like that!"

"Oh please, Mother," she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Let's not pretend like you were the one who raised me. The nannies did! All the work while you were off at who knows where."

With a mixture of frustration and hurt boiling within her, Janella stood walking towards Jayla, and her hand shot out instinctively, her palm connecting with Jayla's cheek in a sharp slap.

The sound echoed through the room, momentarily silencing the silverware clinking and the conversation humming. Shock registered on Jayla's face as her hand flew to her cheek, her eyes wide with disbelief at the sudden turn of events.

Nexus, ever the peacemaker, stepped in once more, his voice calm and measured as he addressed his mother and sister. "Mom, Jana," he said softly, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Sensing the need to diffuse the tension lingering in the air, Noah, their father, cleared his throat, his gentle voice breaking through the strained atmosphere.

"Let's take a moment to appreciate the meal prepared for us," Noah suggested, his tone warm and inviting. "We're blessed to have this time together as a family, and we must cherish these moments."

With a small smile, Noah gestured towards the array of dishes laid out before them, each one a testament to the culinary skills of their household staff. "Let's focus on the food," he continued, his voice encouraging.

Janella sat, leaving Jayla and Nexus standing.

But Jayla was not ready to listen, her pride wounded, and her ego bruised by what happened.

With a scoff, she pushed herself away from the table, her chair scraping loudly against the polished floor as she stormed out of the room, leaving a trail of resentment and hurt feelings.

After the tension-filled dinner, Jayla stormed out of the dining room, her emotions roiling like a hurricane. With each step, her anger burned brighter, fueling her determination to seek comfort in the only place she felt truly understood.

As she reached the sanctuary of her lavish bedroom, Jayla slammed the door shut behind her, the resounding echo of the impact reverberating through the plush surroundings. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone, fingertips tapping the familiar sequence of digits connecting her with her closest friend, Tricia.

The phone rang once, twice, before a familiar voice answered on the other end. "Hey, Jayla, what's up?" her friend greeted, unaware of the storm brewing in Jayla's heart.

"I need to talk," Jayla replied tersely, her voice tinged with frustration. "Can you come over? It's urgent."

"Hey, Jayla, I wish I could come over, but I'm swamped with work right now," her friend explained, regret evident in her voice. "Is everything okay? Can we talk on the phone instead?"

"It's just, you know, Mom."

"You fight again?" Tricia couldn't shake her worry at Jayla as she knew she and her mother always fought. She wishes to be with her friend tonight but couldn't be due to work.

"What's new?" she asks, irritated because nothing is new between her and her mother, Janella.

"Look, I really want to come, but my boss has given me a heavy workload tonight."

Jayla's disappointment was palpable as she listened to her friend's explanation. With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to the reality of the situation, knowing that she would have to navigate her emotions alone for the time being.

"Yeah, I guess," Jayla replied, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Thanks anyway."

As she hung up the phone, a sense of isolation settled over Jayla, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. With no one to turn to, she was left to confront her feelings of loneliness.

Alone in her bedroom, Jayla's frustration boiled over as she replayed the argument with her mom in her mind. She can't believe how terrible er mother treats her. The silence of her room mirrored the void she felt inside, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Jayla sank into her bed, exhaustion washing over her like a gentle wave. With heavy eyelids and a weary sigh, she succumbed to the embrace of sleep, her mind finally finding refuge from the day's turmoil.

As Jayla's eyelids fluttered open the following day, she groaned, realizing she had overslept. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she reluctantly dragged herself out of bed. She went downstairs, the previous night's events still weighing heavily on her mind.

As she descended the grand staircase, Jayla was greeted by the sight of her family gathered in the breakfast corner, their laughter and animated conversation filling the air. Her mother's melodic laughter echoed through the room, her father and Nexus joining in with smiles that reached their eyes.

Jayla paused at the threshold momentarily, a pang of envy tightening her chest as she watched the easy camaraderie shared between her family members, especially her mother and brother. She longed to be a part of their happiness and to share in their joy without the burden of resentment and bitterness weighing her down.

With a heavy sigh, Jayla forced herself to join her family at the table. As Jayla settled into the chair, Janella's laughter faded into an uneasy silence. Their eyes met briefly, and Janella's smile wavered before disappearing altogether, her expression turning somber.

"Good morning, Jayla," her father greeted warmly as he poured her a cup of coffee. "Sleep well?"

Jayla nodded and forced a smile, returning her father's smile, "Yeah, thanks," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Always late, even at the dining table." Her mother's reprimand gnawed at her like a festering wound, igniting a simmering anger deep within her chest.

With a forced smile plastered on her face, Jayla stabbed her fork into her food with more force than necessary, the clatter of utensils against the tableware punctuating the tense silence that had settled over the table. Her eyes flashed with defiance as she glared in her mother's direction, unable to contain the roiling storm of emotions within her.

"Minding my schedule, Mother? What? You are now?" Jayla retorted. Her voice sharp with anger.

As Jayla's words cut through the air like a knife, Janella's expression hardened, her anger rising to match her daughter's fiery outburst. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she struggled to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

"You dare speak to me like that, Jayla?" Janella's voice was low and dangerous, her usually gentle tone tinged with simmering fury. "You may be an adult, but that does not give you the right to disrespect me in my home."

Her mother's rebuke only fueled Jayla's rage, her frustrations boiling over as she met Janella's gaze with defiant defiance. "Your home? Is that what you call it?" Jayla shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh yes! A home without me, exactly your home."

The air crackled with tension as mother and daughter locked horns, their anger colliding in a clash of wills that threatened to tear the family apart. Around them, the breakfast corner felt like a battlefield, the once-peaceful atmosphere shattered by the storm of their confrontation.

Janella's jaw tightened with resolve as she stood her ground, refusing to back down in the face of Jayla's rebellion. "I will not tolerate this behavior, Jayla," she declared, her voice ringing with authority. "You may be my daughter, but you are not above the rules of this household. You need to learn your place until you learn to show respect."

As the tension lingered in the aftermath of Jayla's confrontation with their mother, Nexus, ever the peacemaker, approached his sister with a gentle touch on her shoulder, his voice filled with concern.

"Jana, please, you shouldn't have spoken to Mom like that," Nexus implored, his eyes pleading for her to see reason.

But Jayla's fury was unrelenting, her temper flaring as she brushed Nexus's hand away with a sharp shoulder jerk. "Stay out of this, Nexus," she snapped, her voice laced with bitterness.

Nexus recoiled at Jayla's harsh words, hurt flashing in his eyes as he struggled to comprehend her sudden hostility. "I'm not meddling, Jana," he insisted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I don't want our family to fight like this."

But Jayla was beyond reasoning, her anger consuming her like wildfire as she turned on her brother with a fierce glare. "I don't need your lectures, Nexus," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're just as bad as the rest of them."

With that, Jayla stormed away, leaving Nexus alone in the wake of her fury, his heart heavy with the weight of her rejection. As he watched his sister disappear from view, Nexus couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing that their family was more divided than ever and unsure if they would ever find a way back to each other.

Noah, maintaining his composed demeanor, gestured with a calm hand. "Let Jayla go," he murmured softly to Janella and Nexus, his voice a soothing balm during turmoil. "We'll continue our meal." Janella and Nexus exchanged hesitant glances before nodding in reluctant agreement, their movements slow and subdued as they returned their attention to their plates, the atmosphere heavy with unresolved tension.

As Noah Delgado entered the lavish office of Martin Lopez, his footsteps echoed softly against the polished marble floors. Martin looked up from his desk, a faint smile gracing his lips as he greeted his visitor.

Martin Lopez is tall and confident, with sharp features and piercing gray eyes. He has dark, neatly styled hair and an olive complexion. He often wears impeccably tailored suits that highlight his stature and convey authority. His presence commands attention and exudes an air of power and sophistication.

"Noah, it's good to see you," Martin said warmly, rising from his chair to offer his hand in greeting.

Noah returned the smile, clasping Martin's hand firmly. "Likewise, Martin," he replied, his voice tinged with respect.

Martin gestured towards one of the plush leather chairs in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat," he said, motioning for Noah to sit opposite him.

As they settled into their seats, Noah couldn't help but admire the opulence of Martin's office. The room was adorned with exquisite artwork and luxurious furnishings, a testament to Martin's wealth and power.

"Noah, the G group proposed a merger," he said, his tone grave. "I don't trust them," he said straightly.

Noah's brow furrowed at the news, his mind wondering why Martin was telling him this. "I see," he replied, his voice measured and a little confused. "What are you planning to do then?"

But Martin leaned forward, a calculating glint in his eyes. "Well, Gonzales is cunning. He's trying to find a way to get my company to bankruptcy, or maybe he even thinks he can outmatch me," he said slowly, his words carrying a weighty significance. "Of course, that won't happen."

Martin stared at Noah. Noah couldn't shake the feeling of being under Martin's scrutinizing gaze. Martin's piercing gray eyes seemed to bore into Noah, assessing him with an intensity that made him squirm uncomfortably in his seat.

Noah shifted uneasily, the weight of Martin's stare weighing heavily upon him. Despite his best efforts to maintain his composure, he couldn't shake the nagging sense of inferiority that gnawed at him in Martin's presence.

Martin's lips curled into a faint smile, a knowing glint in his eyes as he observed Noah's discomfort. He knows Noah will do whatever he asks him. "Noah, given that you have a daughter and I have a son." he paused and looked at Noah.

As Martin mentioned their children, Noah's mind raced ahead, anticipating Martin's next move. He couldn't help but wonder if Martin would suggest a marriage merger between their families. "I suggest a merger through marriage," Martin said.

"A merger?" he echoed. His voice tinged with skepticism. "What do you mean?"

Martin leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I have a son, Tres," he explained, his tone confident. "And you have a daughter. If we were to arrange a marriage between them, G group can't enter into my company."

Noah's mind whirled with the magnitude of Martin's proposition. The implications were far-reaching and profound. "It's an unconventional idea," he admitted, his voice thoughtful. A nagging doubt crept into his mind as Noah mulled over Martin's proposal. He couldn't shake the feeling that the merger would only serve to benefit Martin.

As Noah contemplated Martin's proposal, a bitter truth dawned on him. Martin held a grudge against Jayla for losing his youngest daughter, Michelle Una Lopez. Noah couldn't shake the feeling that Martin saw Jayla responsible for the tragedy. That blame had led Martin to view Noah as an underdog in their business dealings. Despite blaming Jayla for their current predicament, Noah couldn't shake the fact that she was his daughter, and his love for her remained unchanged.

Martin sensed Noah's hesitation, a knowing glint in his eyes signaling his awareness of the advantage he held. "Well, let's not forget the incident ten years ago."

Noah's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the past, his mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn in their conversation. He sighed heavily before responding, "I understand, Martin. We'll proceed with the merger." A heavy silence followed each man grappling with his thoughts and emotions, knowing their decision would have far-reaching consequences for their families. Martin's smile widened slightly as he sensed Noah's compliance. "Thank you, Noah," he said smoothly. "I appreciate your cooperation. I'll summon you again soon to discuss the details further."

Noah nodded. His expression resigned. "Of course, Martin," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "I'll be ready to discuss whatever you need."

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Martin and Noah parted ways, their paths diverging again. Still, their fates are intertwined by the weight of their decision.

In the dimly lit recreation room of the Lopez mansion, Michael Tres Lopez sat engrossed in a game on the PlayStation, enjoying a day with his siblings, his fingers flying over the controller with practiced precision. Beside him, his twin siblings, Nicolai Dos Lopez and Nicole Dua Lopez, engaged in their spirited competition, their laughter mingling with the sound effects emanating from the screen.

Michael Tres Lopez, the eldest brother, was a towering figure with a strong, silent demeanor. His gray eyes held wisdom, and his muscular build spoke of strength. His dark, tousled hair fell effortlessly over piercing gray eyes. Despite his tough exterior, he was fiercely loyal to his siblings, always ready to protect and support them.

Nicolai Dos Lopez and Nicole Dua Lopez were twins with striking emerald eyes and chestnut hair. Nicolai, the older twin by 20 minutes, carried himself with quiet confidence, his tall frame exuding an air of calm authority. His dark, tousled hair fell effortlessly over piercing gray eyes like Tres. In contrast, Nicole radiated an infectious energy, her laughter filling any room she entered, her chestnut curls cascading down her back. She has a petite frame, and like Dos, her gray eyes sparkled with mischief, always ready for the next adventure.

As the game progressed, tension began to mount between Dos and Dua, their playful banter escalating into heated exchanges as Dua fell behind in the virtual race. With each passing moment, her frustration grew, fueled by the knowledge that her brother seemed to have an unfair advantage.

"Dos, you're cheating!" Dua accused, his voice rising angrily as he struggled to keep pace with his brother's relentless onslaught. "There's no way you're that good without some cheat code."Dos merely shrugged off Dua's accusation, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continued to dominate the game. "Just because you're losing doesn't mean I'm cheating, Dua," he retorted, his tone teasing. "Maybe you just need to practice more." as he mocks his sister.

But Dua was not to be appeased, her competitive spirit driving her to fight tooth and nail for victory despite seemingly insurmountable odds. With a frustrated growl, she redoubled her efforts, determined to prove her worth and emerge victorious against her brother's perceived cheating.

"Dos, this isn't fair!" Dua exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration as she watched her virtual character fall behind again. "You must be using some kind of cheat code!" crossing her arms in anger.

Dos chuckled at his sister's accusation. His confidence is unwavering as he deftly navigated the game's challenges. "Come on, Dua, you know I would never cheat," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "You're just not quick enough to keep up with me."

Feeling defeated and frustrated, Dua turned to Tres, her eyes filled with emotion as she recounted her struggles during the game with Dos. "Big brother," she began, her voice quivering with pent-up frustration, "I swear, Dos must be cheating. There's no way he's that good without some cheat."

Tres listened attentively, his brow furrowing with concern as he absorbed Dua's words. "Dua," Tres muttered, his voice calm but probing. "You know Dos takes his gaming seriously."Dua walks towards the couch. Tres glanced over at his sister, Dua, who sat on the couch with her arms crossed and a deep pout on her lips. She was sulking, her bottom lip jutting out in a clear display of frustration.

Tres followed his sister and sighed, running a hand through her hair to soothe his sister. "Dua, it's just a game," he said gently, his tone laced with patience. "You know Dos isn't cheating."But Dua wasn't convinced, her sulky demeanor persisting. "But it's not fair," she insisted, her voice tinged with petulance.

Tres rolled his eyes, but a fond smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Despite her childish behavior, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards his younger sister. As her big brother, it was his job to look after her, even when she acted like a brat.

"Come on, Dua," Tres said, affectionately reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Just play another game. I'll buy you ice cream later."

Dua's face lit up at the mention of ice cream, her sulky expression melting away as she jumped up from the couch, eager to play another game alone. Tres chuckled softly, knowing that even though Dua could be a handful at times, she was still his little sister, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

As Dos watched his big brother and twin sister, his eyes widened in disbelief at the accusations. "What? That's ridiculous!" he retorted. "How come Dua got an ice cream, and I got to be accused of cheating." Dos pouted to annoy Dua but looked at Dos and stuck out her tongue to annoy him back.

Tres moved towards Dos, patted his shoulder, and shook his head. "Let her," Dos sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, Tres," he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation. "Fine, fine." Dos returned his attention to the game.

As Martin entered the room where his children were gathered, his expression was serious, and his presence commanded attention. Clearing his throat, he addressed them with a tone that brooked no argument.

"Twins, I need to speak to Tres alone for a moment," Martin announced, his voice carrying a weight that left no room for protest.

Tres exchanged glances with his siblings, his curiosity piqued but tempered by apprehension. The twins left the room, leaving Martin and Tres.

Once alone, Martin fixed Tres with a penetrating gaze, his demeanor serious. "Tres, I propose a marriage-merger to the Delgados," he began, his voice measured.

Tres's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation, his mind reeling with the implications of such a proposal. "I'll be marrying who?" he's wise to realize he'll be the one who'll get married. Martin nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "His eldest daughter, Jayla," he confirmed, his tone serious.

"The brat?" Tres said calmly, his eyes meeting his father's gaze.

"You know what the G group is proposing, and I believe I no longer need to explain anything to you?" Martin said, full of assurance. Tres nodded. His expression serious as he absorbed his father's words. "I understand, Martin, for this family and business," he said solemnly.

Martin's heart swelled with pride at his son's maturity and selflessness. "Well then, Tres," he said warmly, touching his son's shoulder.

Martin is about to leave the room when he turns back. "Consider her as a replacement for Una." Tres was well aware of what happened ten years ago.

Tres's heart skipped a beat at his father's words, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding his mind. "Father, I understand your-" he stopped. "Una was irreplaceable. Jayla can never fill the void left by her absence."

Martin reached out to his son and tapped his shoulder once again.

As Martin left the room, the atmosphere lightened slightly, but tension still lingered in the air. Tres watched as Dos and Dua returned, his expression thoughtful as he considered how to address the situation.

"Guys, we should remember that eavesdropping is not respectful," Tres said gently, his tone firm but kind.

Dos nodded in agreement. His expression was contrite as he acknowledged Tres's words. "You're right, Tres," he admitted a hint of guilt. "But it's Dua's fault." pointing at Dua.

"What? It was you, Dos," pointing back at Dos. But Dua, ever the naughty one, couldn't resist a retort. "Well, if it means we'll be getting an older sister, I'd say it was worth it," he quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. She was the youngest among them and the only female in the family. All she wants is to have at least a big sister or a younger sister.

Tres couldn't help but chuckle at Dua's cheeky remark despite the seriousness of the situation. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Dua," he replied with a smile, his tone gentle. "But let's remember to respect everyone's privacy, okay? And if Martin has something important to share with us, I'm sure he'll do so in his own time."

Dos and Dua nodded in understanding, chastened by Tres's gentle reprimand. "Sorry, Tres," Dos said apologetically, his expression sheepish.

Tres smiled warmly at his brother and sister, grateful for their willingness to acknowledge their mistake. "That's all I ask," he said kindly, his voice filled with affection as he patted Dua's head. "Now, Dua, what do you want? Your ice cream or want to continue your game." pointing at the PlayStation.

Dua screamed in excitement as she pulled Dos, telling him she wanted a vanilla ice cream and Dos better be treating her. "Two scoops of vanilla ice cream, Dos, I said two," gesturing to the number two in her hand.

"Wait, why me? Tres was the one who promised you." he retorted as he let Dua pull him outside.

Tres chuckled as he followed his siblings.

In the lavish study room of Jayla's father in the Delgado mansion, Jayla's voice echoed with fury as she shouted in disbelief, her anger palpable as she confronted her father's shocking announcement.

"What do you mean you've arranged my marriage?" Jayla's voice trembled with rage, her eyes flashing with anger as she faced her father, Noah.

Noah stood before her, his expression a mix of resolve and regret as he attempted to explain his decision. "Jayla, I understand that this news may come as a surprise," he began, his voice calm but tinged with apprehension. "But I believe that this marriage alliance with the Lopez family is in the best interests of our family."

Deep down, he knew that this union was not in the best interests of his family. Still, the specter of the incident ten years ago loomed large in his mind, casting a long shadow over his thoughts and actions.

Noah couldn't shake the feeling that he was merely a pawn in Martin Lopez's game, forced to dance to the tune of a man whose power and influence far exceeded his own. The memory of the incident, shrouded in secrecy and shame, served as a constant reminder of the debt he owed to Martin. This debt seemed impossible to repay.

But Jayla was having none of it, her anger boiling over as she lashed out at her father. "How could you make such a decision without even consulting me?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "I refuse to be treated like a pawn in your business dealings and even in this family, Dad."

Noah's gaze faltered under the intensity of Jayla's anger, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart as he realized the extent of her fury. Even though Noah's demeanor toward his daughter seems unfair, he still loves her. "Jayla, please try to understand," her father said with all authority. "I only want what's best for you and our family."

But Jayla would hear none of it, her frustration and resentment bubbling to the surface as she turned away from her father in disgust. "I won't stand for this, Dad," she declared, her voice ringing with defiance. "I'll make my own decisions, and I refuse to be forced into a marriage I don't want."

With that, Jayla stormed out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway as she fled from her father's presence, her heart heavy with anger and resentment. And as he watched her go, a sense of remorse washed over him, knowing that he had caused his daughter pain with his decision. But despite his regret, he couldn't shake the conviction that he had made the right choice for their family's future, even if it meant sacrificing Jayla's happiness in the process.

As Jayla went to her room, she sat on her bed, scrolling through her phone. She stopped and looked at a picture of her and her friend, Tricia. Jayla nodded. She hadn't seen Tricia in a few weeks, and she missed her. She decided to give her a call. Jayla dialed Tricia's number and put the phone to her ear. After a few rings, Tricia answered.

"Hey, Jayla!" Tricia said she could hear exhaustion in her voice.

"Hey, Tricia! What are you up to?" Jayla asked as she lay on her bed.

"Did you fight with your mom again?" Tricia asked immediately due to the past events that had just happened. Every time Jayla calls, she always complains about her fight with her mom.

"No," Jayla said, rolling her eyes at just the thought of her mother.

"The truth?" Tricia said.

"It's the truth! You know I miss shopping," Jayla said.

"I'm free tomorrow, Jayla," Tricia suggested.

"Then we could go shopping," Jayla suggested and rose from her bed.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Tricia said.

"Yes!" Jayla said.

Jayla hung up the phone and smiled. At least she could ease the pain her family gave her if she was with Tricia tomorrow.

The next day, Jayla stepped out with Tricia. She put on a brave front, determined to enjoy their day despite the turmoil brewing inside. "I'll treat you to everything today," she declared with forced cheerfulness, her words tinged with a hint of desperation.

Tricia's been her friend for almost a decade, and a kind and understanding nature shines through in her appearance. She has warm hazel eyes that convey compassion, and her gentle smile invites comfort and trust. Her soft, honey-blonde hair falls in gentle waves around her face, framing her features with a sense of warmth and approachability.

As Jayla insisted on treating Tricia, her friend's apprehension grew. "Jayla, are you sure about this?" Tricia started to protest. Her concern is evident in her furrowed brow. "You always spend so much every time we go out; what if your mother...?"

But before Tricia could finish her sentence, Jayla cut in with a determined look in her eyes. "I know what I'm doing, Tricia," she insisted, her voice tinged with resolve. "My mother can't control me always?" Jayla and her mother constantly fight over her spending too much.

Tricia hesitated, torn between her concern for Jayla's well-being and her desire to support her friend. In the end, she relented with a slight nod, a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay, Jayla," she conceded, her voice softening with understanding. "But promise me you won't overdo it."

Jayla returned Tricia's smile with a grateful nod, feeling a surge of gratitude for Tricia's unwavering support. "Don't worry,"

As they went shopping, Jayla grabbed every item she liked; when she approached the cashier to pay, there was a problem when the cashier told her that her card had declined.

"What do you mean it's declined?" Jayla demanded, her voice rising in frustration as she frantically checked her wallet for another card.

The cashier shrugged indifferently, unmoved by Jayla's distress. "I'm sorry, miss, but the transaction didn't go through," she replied.

"Try this." and she handed me a different card. "This is impossible." frustration boiled within Jayla, her patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

" I'm sorry, Miss," the cashier said sympathetically, her tone tinged with regret. "This card is also declined." she handed Jayla her second card.

Frustration bubbled up inside Jayla like a simmering volcano as she stood before the cashier. Her card was once again declined. Anger flared in her chest, igniting a fiery determination to get to the bottom of the situation. "What do you mean by decline? Try it again?" Jayla demanded. Her voice tinged with irritation as she glared at the cashier.

The cashier tried both of her cards again and went back to Jayla, "I'm sorry Miss," she replied, her tone tinged with regret. "But I tried multiple times already. The transaction isn't going through." the cashier politely explained to Jayla, but she's not accepting it.

Jayla clenched her fists in frustration, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to contain her rising temper. "This is ridiculous!" she exclaimed, her voice rising with each word.

"But your card-"

Before the cashier could finish her word, Jayla cut through." Do you know who I am? Try it again! There's more than enough money in those accounts." With her anger, she almost slams the cashier's desk.

"Hey, it's okay, Jayla," Tricia interjected, her tone soothing as she stepped forward to offer her assistance. "I'll handle this," and smiled at her genuinely.

Jayla's eyes widened in surprise. "No, Tricia, this is ridiculous," she protested. Tricia smiled, her expression warm and understanding.

"Don't worry about it, Jayla. Just wait for me, okay?" she said gently, placing a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder. She approached the store manager, explaining the situation and asking for assistance in resolving the issue. The store manager listened attentively, nodding sympathetically as Tricia outlined Jayla's predicament. In the end, Tricia and the manager had to settle the problem smoothly.

As Jayla left the store with Tricia, Jayla's mind churned with thoughts of the recent financial setback. She couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that her father, Noah, was behind the frozen funds. After all, there is one reason why her father is doing this to her. "It must have been my dad," Jayla muttered under her breath, her tone laced with bitterness as she recounted their recent arguments about her life choices.

Tricia frowned in concern, sensing Jayla's inner turmoil. "Do you really think he would do something like that?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with empathy.

Jayla sighed heavily, the weight of her suspicions bearing down on her shoulders. "I wouldn't put it past him," she replied bitterly, her voice tinged with resignation. "It's just..." she didn't finish what she was saying and heaved a sigh.

Tricia reached out to squeeze Jayla's hand, offering her silent support. "I'm sorry, Jayla," she said gently. "But don't let this setback ruin your day, okay?"

Despite Tricia's comforting words, Jayla couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at her heart. "How did you settle the bill anyway? I almost grab anything without looking at the prices."

"Hmm? I call out for James and let him talk to the manager." Tricia smiled.

Seeing the frustration all over Jayla's face, Tricia reached for her hands. "Just forget that, Okay? Let's enjoy the rest of the day. My treat," she smiles genuinely. With a grateful smile, Jayla nodded, allowing herself to momentarily set aside her worries and embrace the simple joy of spending time with her friend.

"I think I'll do that. Once I'm home, my mother will scorn me anyway," Jayla said, rolling her eyes as she thought of her mother.

"Just stop thinking about it for now," Tricia said. And they both giggle.

As Jayla arrived at their mansion that night, fuming with anger, she stormed into her father's study room, her footsteps echoing with each determined stride. "Dad," she began, her voice tight and angry, "What did you do to my cards?"

Noah glanced up from his desk, his expression stoic as he met his daughter's furious gaze. "I froze your accounts," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone unwavering.

Jayla's eyes narrowed in disbelief, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "Why would you do that?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word.

Noah sighed heavily, pinning Jayla with a stern look. "Because of your attitude, Jayla," he replied sternly. "You've been out of control lately, and I won't stand by and watch you squander our family's resources."

Jayla's jaw clenched in frustration, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. "It has always been the Mother who had concern over that, now you. So, this is your way of punishing me?" she shot back, her voice trembling with emotion.

Noah's expression softened slightly, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm doing what I think is best for you, Jayla," he said firmly. "You need to learn some discipline and responsibility."

With a frustrated huff, Jayla turned on her heel, but before she could storm out of the room, her father spoke.

"Marry the Lopez," Noah said, his tone firm and resolute.

Jayla's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding with disbelief at the audacity of her father's words. "What?" she exclaimed incredulously, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and defiance. "So that's the real reason?"

Noah nodded solemnly. His expression is unwavering. "Yes, Jayla," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This is an order from your father."

Jayla's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions as she struggled to process her father's request. Marry Tres Lopez? The thought filled her with a sense of dread and resentment, knowing that it would mean sacrificing her happiness for the sake of her family's ambitions.

"Does marrying him unfreeze my accounts, huh?" Jayla protested. Her voice tinged with desperation.

Noah's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of sympathy crossing his features. "No," he said gently, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That is for discussion on what behavior you'll have there."

"So, what's the point of marrying him if I don't get my money!" she retorted.

"SO, YOU CAN LEARN SOME MANNERS AND DISCIPLINE!" Noah shouted, which sent shivers down Jayla's spine; his father never shouted like that at her, no matter how badly she did.

As Jayla grappled with the reality of her situation, a seething anger simmered beneath the surface of her calm exterior. The prospect of being forced into a marriage with Tres Lopez, a man she barely knew and felt no affection for, filled her with a sense of resentment and frustration. "It's not fair," Jayla muttered under her breath, her hands balling into fists at her sides, and stormed out of her father's study room.

As Noah glanced at Jayla leaving, he contemplated his daughter's defiance, and a grim realization settled over him. He knew that Jayla's stubbornness ran deep, and conventional methods of persuasion would likely prove pointless. Noah concluded that drastic measures were necessary to bring Jayla to heel. The thought of depriving his daughter of the comforts she had grown accustomed to and a taste of hardship would force her to reconsider her defiance and consent to his wishes.