Falling For The Biker - Chapter 80: Chapter 80

Arthur's POV
The moment I stepped into the house, my gaze quickly landed on my parents; my father was visibly upset and my mother having tea with a calm demeanor that told me there was something underlying.
Sarah rushed out, taking the bags from me. Another thing that surprised me. “Why are you here?” I asked, visibly perplexed.
Sarah smiled, her eyes darting to the side. I took a step forward. “Why did you make her-”
My words faded at a thought. I took one glance at Sarah and rushed upstairs. Pushing the door open, I knew my fears were right. Quickly, I rushed to her side.
Without a word, I wrapped my hands around her, my fingers digging into her hair, softly. Sierra whimpered, trying to hold it all back. “I'm sorry,” I finally spoke, deeply upset.
I didn't think they were going to come here right now. “I'm sorry,” I repeated, still holding her close.
Sierra said nothing, letting the tears roll off her eyes. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. When I felt her calm enough, I slowly guided her up, then made her sit on the bed.
I breathed out, watching her stare blankly out the open door. I took out my handkerchief, bringing it to her face, but she held my hand back. “Sierra,” I tried to speak, but then she snapped her head up, her gaze boring into me in anger.
“You have the right to be mad,” I told her, then breathed out. “I don't know what they said to you, but it has nothing to do with me.”
Sierra rose, taking the handkerchief in my hand. She wiped her face. “I look horrible, don't I?” she said, forcing a smile, but more tears rolled down her face.
“I'm a divorcee and I could never be worthy of you.”
I tried to hold her, stop her from saying all that, but she moved her hand away before I could. “You know, I thought I could feel happy with you, making Maria jealous and feel alive again, but it was all wrong. I couldn't reach that high,” she said.
I shook my head, grabbing her arm. “Don't say that. You are worthy of everything you wish for,” I told her, but she shook her head.
“I think I should leave. Your parents don't exactly like me,” she said and moved to the side, walking off.
I grabbed her hand, spinning her around. She stared at me with confusion in her eyes. “What can I do to get you to forgive me for this?” I asked.
She dropped her gaze. “You did nothing wrong,”
“Then why am I being punished? I've spent my best days this year with you. I don't care if you are divorced or not. What does it have to do with us?” I said.
“I...”
I placed my index finger on her lips, keeping her shut. “You will stop degrading yourself this way. You are special in your own way, Sierra. People will look down on you. It's only natural, but you will have to stand up for yourself. My parents or anyone else. Do you know how I felt while you stood your ground before Maria and Yvonne?” I said.
She blinked at me. “I felt proud, Sierra. I'm not forcing you into a relationship right now. I don't care if, at the end of it all, you choose to be with someone else. Don't let others get to you because of me. You are using me. You should always remember that. Let them know that you being around me is a privilege I would always cherish,” I told her.
She got on her tiptoes, her fingers wrapped around my neck as she pulled me in for a kiss. I responded, holding her close. I could still taste the salty nature of her tears on her lips.
“I'm sorry for being too weak,” she said.
I placed a kiss on her forehead. “You aren't too weak. You are never weak, Sierra,” I said.
“I'll be back,” I told her and was about to walk away, but she held my arm.
“Where to?” she asked.
I smiled. “Downstairs. Give me ten minutes,” I told her.
Reluctantly, she let go of my arm. The moment I shut the door behind me, my smile dropped, my suppressed anger bubbling once again as I walked downstairs.
My parents were still there, acting as calm and nonchalant as ever. “I'll love it if you two leave,” I said calmly.
They were my parents, which were my only restraints. They birthed me even though they had little to do with my upbringing. “You can't send us out for her,” Mum said.
“I just did,” I said bluntly.
“You insolent brat! You couldn't acknowledge us after returning and now you dare send us out of your house!” Dad yelled, his face curled up in anger.
I walked over to the minibar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. “I'm glad you remember it's mine,” I said.
“You-” he began, but stopped himself. “You will have nothing to do with her. That is my decision,”
I stared into my glass, now filled with the amber liquid. “You gave me until January to pick who I want,” I said, throwing the liquid to the back of my throat.
“I change my mind. You lack the skills to pick a wife,” he said.
Should I have expected anything else? Certainly not.
He lived in his world, twisted the rules — the plans however he wished. It was his nature. I grew up to know him that way. I filled my glass again and gulped it all down.
“And if I refuse?” I asked, filling my glass again.
I heard him scoff. “You know the consequences of going against me,” he said, his threat visible through his words.
“I will destroy everything you've worked for. I'll make you bend, beg until you do what I want you to. You are under my control and you will listen,” he threatened.
I paused my cup halfway to my lips. A smile tugged on my lips as I took a sip of my drink, then placed it down on the counter. With calm strides, I walked towards him, my eyes locked on his intimidating gaze. “Then I'm ready to lose it all,”