Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Delia had assumed Andre was nothing more than Nyla's private tutor. She never expected that Emerald had handpicked him for an arranged marriage!

"That's right," Emerald confirmed.

"No way! I don't agree with this!" Delia protested.

Emerald remained indifferent. "And what right do you have to disagree? What does this have to do with you?"

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Emerald stared at Delia coldly, waiting for an answer.

Delia clenched her fists, lowering her head.

After a long pause, she finally looked up, her eyes resolute. "Mom, I like Andre. I won't let him be with another woman."

Now that she had spoken her truth, a weight lifted off her shoulders. For the first time, she looked Emerald straight in the eye, determination blazing in her gaze.

"If this is about marriage, why does it have to be Nyla? Why can't it be me?" she demanded.

Emerald's voice turned ice-cold. "Delia, I must have spoiled you too much. Starting tomorrow, your credit cards will be frozen. You can come talk to me when you've come to your senses."

With that, she stood up to leave.

Delia quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Mom, how can you cut off my cards?! What's so wrong about wanting to be with Andre?"

Emerald's gaze remained cold. "What part of him is worthy of you? He comes from a declining family. Forget about you-even any half-decent family wouldn't consider marrying their daughter to him."

"Then why are you marrying him to Nyla? Isn't she your daughter too?" Delia pressed.

"You and she are different," Emerald replied.

"What's the difference? She already has a husband and child. She doesn't

deserve to marry Andre!" Delia exclaimed.

"Even if she didn't exist, I still wouldn't let you be with him. You need to let this go," Emerald said.

Pushing past her, Emerald walked toward her study.

Delia stood frozen, her eyes red with frustration. She watched her mother's

retreating figure but didn't dare follow.

Back in her bedroom, she heard a knock at the door.

A maid entered cautiously. "Ms. Nixon, Ms. Kinsey had a fever all day... She only

just recovered not long ago. But Madam doesn't suspect you."

Delia shot her a cold glance. "And so what if she did? Do you really think she'd punish me over Nyla?"

The maid hesitated before quickly replying with a flattering smile, "Of course not! Ms. Kinsey could never compare to you in Madam's heart."noveldrama

"Alright, you can go," Delia dismissed her.

After sending the maid away, she threw her purse onto the bed in frustration, her mind consumed by thoughts of Andre.

From the moment she first laid eyes on him, she had fallen for him. She had never imagined marrying anyone else, and she absolutely wouldn't let another woman— especially Nyla-take him away.

Yet she couldn't openly defy Emerald.

Everything she had now was because of Emerald.

Edward had abandoned her and Brian. If Emerald abandoned her too, she would have nothing.

Lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling, Delia felt utterly lost. She had no idea what to do.

Nyla sat propped up against the headboard in her room, gazing out the window. Her eyes were weary.

How much longer until she could return home to Damon and Mason?

Maybe she really shouldn't keep fighting against Emerald.