"do not speak unless spoken to"
"Keep your eyes down, you should know better than to look a man in the eye"
"How ridiculous you sound, you better get those silly thoughts out of your head, those things are not meant for young ladies like you"
These are the type of things I was told while growing up, women were always undervalued In my town, nothing new.
A woman who birthed daughters and not even one son was considered cursed, and looked down upon in society.
A son was seen as a blessing, a pathway and shortcut to success and power, but we on the other hand were always seen as extra baggage weighing everyone else down.
Once we girls were born, we had a life plan laid out for us, every detail, every word in that life plan has to be lived out.
Wheather you agreed to or not, wheather you liked it or not your opinion did not matter.
You would live just how they wanted you to live, marry who they saw fit, birth them their heirs, and if you did not want to...
"There is always that one cliff on the edge of town, you are more than welcome to do what you see fit, over there" I would always be told.
That is just how life is for us, tolerate it or just bring it to an end.
Once you reach a certain stage of education, you are forced to drop out, you have no other option.
"Learn to stay at home instead, it is better to learn to maintain your household, stay out of the men's work, you will never understand it because it is not fit for a woman" they would always tell me.
But even with their constant reminders of how little I am in this man's world, I am not having any of this nonsense.
How come my brothers get to go to school and I can't? and it is all just because of my body features?
It does not make any sense to me.
A person's body should never be the only impression of them.
It's completely ridiculous.
My life sucks and all but I didn't have it half as bad as the other women of my community but that's just because my father runs this city, every corner of it, he has authority over the citizens, the government and even the police.
Everybody knows who he is, and knows just how much they do not want to get on his bad side.
His ruthlessness and powerful aura is enough to make the toughest man fall to his knees.
But to me, he is just... Father.
He is emotionally unavailable most of the time, to literally all of us so I really do not know where I stand on his radar.
He never shows any form of dislike towards me, but also not much love and support.
He is just...there, available when he needs to be.
Anything I ask of him, I will receive,
providing me with all my needs and wants is all that we have between each other, almost like one of his business contracts, it has always been like that, ever since I was a child.
One day, on my nineteenth birthday after I had been practicing for hours and finally gathered up my courage, I walked into his office, in front of all of his staff and members, business partners and friends and completely unraveled myself, telling him everything I felt about this whole, life plan system.
How much I loathed it, and how sick it made me, I did not hesitate and gave him a piece of my mind.
I told him that I wanted to go to college and finish my last years before I got forced into marrying whoever was in my damned life plan.
I want to get a better understanding of this world, I don't know much about anything outside my little town, but what really peaks my interest are the different places all around the world, all the famous landmarks and sites, I would always see them in my brother's books but now... I want to be there, to witness them firsthand.
not only the small town around me but the whole wide world, I want to see all of it, if not in real life, then at least through the books and stories which could sweep me off this earth and out of my miserable life, even if it were just for a few hours.
I want to stand at the pinnacle of the coldest mountain and scream my head off.
I want all of it.
My brothers would always talk about dry deserts and lines of icy mountains, pouring waterfalls and lands that go on and on called a savannah, and not too long after that, they were taken to see them.
while I stayed back.
Dwelling in the idea of cold mountains and hot deserts I had heard so much about,
envisioning them in my own way.
My father surprisingly took my speech into consideration and simply shrugged, Inhaling deeply from his hookah, I am guessing that is a yes?, a maybe?
But my mother on the other hand, was furious.
angry at the fact that Lionel River let his only daughter go back to school, broke all the rules that the town had been strict on maintaining for years.
I was used to her, she was always waiting, waiting for me to make a mistake so that she could bring all hell upon me.
She was enraged, furious, but he paid no mind to her.
Simply waving her off, just to take another huff from his pipe.
She gasped, visibly offended before walking up to me.
"I always knew you would be a disappointment" she said, her words dripping in pure disgust.
With one last pitiful glare, she walked past me, muttering something under her breath, leaving me alone in the room filled with men.
A deafening silence took over, enveloping me in my anxiety as I stood still, staring at the floor, waiting for my father, to tell me when I can begin my studies.
I could hear and smell him smoking but I could not see him.
I gulped down my fear and dared a look up, at the row of seats in front of me.
In intention of seeing my father, but instead falling onto a pair of gray piercing eyes, hard and metallic, staring straight into my soul, blatantly trailing down my body.
The most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on, sat before me.
His dark hair fell over his forehead, shadowing his mesmerising eyes, his jaw, sharp enough to cut through glass, I have to physically stop myself from staring as I fidget with my fingers, trying to break my gaze from him but continuously failing.
I glanced back at him and he smiled, seeming amused with my reaction.
Oh my, those heart-melting dimples, this man is definitely favoured by a greek god.
His suit hugged onto him tighter, due to the leaned in position he was sitting in, making him bulk out even more.
I was so lost, staring at this man, that I didn't even notice my father calling out my name.
I jumped, slightly startled and managed to get ahold of my straying senses.
"Sienna, you may start next week, you can leave now" he waved me off.
I looked back towards the handsome man, watching a smirk spread across his enticing features, As he brought his arms to cross on his chest.
A blush slowly crept itself onto my face as I averted my gaze, looking back up at my father.
"Well?, anything else you want?" he asked, looking down at me, visibly unimpressed as a cloud of smoke drifted out of his mouth.
"No father, thank you very much" I slowly said, before turning to head towards the door.
The feeling of all of their gazes, pierced into my back as I walked out.
Once I got to the door, I turned around to look at him, I could not help it okay?,
I shamelessly let my eyes trail down his godly body, not even holding back for a second, throughout my years, I have seen countless amount of good looking men.
He is the definition of perfect,
sexually attractive, and he knew that just as much, and even kind of cute.
My eyes met his intimidating ones, once again, and he winked at me.
sending my nerves astray, I pressed my legs together and quickly rushed out of the room.
If it was this Intense just by looking at him, then how would it be when...
I mentally slapped myself, telling my inner conscious to stop creating inappropriate scenarios in my head.
Instead, I should be worried about being the only woman in my whole college...