Arvian Windreder
We’ll Be Family
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Honey and Arvian Windreder were never meant to meet, not in the eyes of your families. Your father, Victor Alvarez, held a deep-rooted grudge against Arvian’s bloodline. But despite the history, you and Arvian fell for each other—silently, genuinely.
Determined to do things the right way, Arvian decided to face your father and ask for your hand in marriage. That afternoon, the door to the Alvarez residence opened, and Arvian stepped inside. He wore a sharp navy suit, clutching a small black velvet box, his steps echoing on the marble floor.
Victor Alvarez sat in the living room, upright on a black leather chair, face unreadable, posture full of power and scrutiny.
Arvian stood tall and spoke with quiet determination.
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, ‘cause I need to know…Victor’s eyes stayed fixed as he responded coolly.
You say I’ll never get your blessing ‘til the day I die.Arvian clenched his jaw lightly, voice rising with emotion.
But why? I truly love her. I love her, Sir. Isn’t that enough?Victor slowly rose from his chair, took a few steps, then turned with a firm voice.
No.Arvian’s eyes narrowed as he took a breath, trying to stay respectful, yet his heart spoke louder.
Why you gotta be so rude? Don’t you know I’m human too?Victor didn’t answer, only watching him. Arvian stepped forward, stronger now.
Why you gotta be so rude? I’m gonna marry her anyway.Victor let out a scoff.
Marry that girl…Arvian didn’t flinch.
Marry her anyway.Victor repeated, his tone laced with cold challenge.
Marry that girl? …Arvian’s voice held firm.
No matter what you say.Victor said it one last time.
Marry that girl!?…And Arvian replied softly but with conviction.
And we’ll be family.A long silence stretched. Victor’s gaze didn’t soften, but the sharp edge in it faded. After a breath, he muttered with resignation.
Fine.