Sinclair’s Unwanted Bride

SINCLAIR’S UNWANTED BRIDE

(A Royal Arranged Marriage)

Chapter 1 The life of Brielle Allen

It seemed so familiar as Brielle rushed into the hospital and charged towards the reception desk. “Good...afternoon...please I received a call that my dad was rushed here again.” She breathed out heavily with her chest rising and falling.

The nurse at the desk looked up at Brielle. “What’s his name, miss?” She asked.

“Jasper...Allen.” Brielle replied.

“Oh...he is right in a private room...” The nurse paused.

Brielle arched her brows. “Private room?” She can’t even afford to pay for such a room. She made an attempt to query the nurse for fixing up her dad in such an expensive room but was interrupted abruptly.

“He is in ward three hundred and six.” The nurse informed her.

Without wasting much time, Brielle took to her heels and raced to the ward where her dad was kept under serious monitoring. She stopped on track when she got to the entrance to see a figure in the room. It wasn’t her father laying on the bed. Why is he here? Brielle thought. She could see that her father was laying on the bed with an oxygen machine and wires strapped to his body.

After confirming that her father’s heartbeat was beating fine through the machine, she looked up at the figure with a deep frown on her face. "Why are you here?" Brielle asked.

The figure turned around to see her when he heard her voice. “Look who is here?! My sweet, beautiful and loving sister, Brielle Allen. Finally you have come." He replied as he gave her a fake smile.

"I just asked you a question. Archer, why are you here?" Brielle balled her fists at her sides.

"To see our father, of course. Do you think I am that heartless not to come and see him before he dies.” Archer grinned.

His words annoyed her even more. "Dad is not going to die!” She snapped at him. “And now that you have seen him, you can leave.” She gritted in anger.

"Nah. You can’t dismiss me just like that after I paid for this damn room! This is quite expensive and I am certain you can’t afford half of the price.” Archer chuckled darkly.

“You shouldn’t have bothered paying for this damn room! And at least I can afford the other wards. Archer, please leave.” Brielle replied.

“ Not too soon. And why do I get the feeling that you want me to leave because you think I will hurt our father?" Archer clicked his tongue as he shook his head from side to side.

"That is because I know you. You swore that you will make him pay for throwing you out years ago. And seeing you here now only proves that you want to put your plan into action.” Brielle seethed her teeth.

Archer laughed gently before saying, “Believe me when I say this, I love seeing him this way. Poor father. Just take a look at him, so vulnerable and helpless. I would have liked it if he had died too but I can't wish that on him. Not yet at least.”

Fury crashed over Brielle as she moved closer to the bed in a bid to protect her father. She pushed at her brother’s chest and he staggered backwards. "You are evil, Archer! How can you say all that to a man who took you into his life and treated you like his own son!”

Archer raised his hands up in surrender. "Point of correction, he didn't do it because he pitied or wanted me in his life. He accepted me because I was forced upon him by my mother! And I have always wondered what my mother saw in him. He is not even good looking." He stopped and starred at their father with anger blazing in his eyes.

"She loved him and he also loved her. A feeling you will never know because you are a very bitter man!” Brielle said with so much passion.

Archer looked straight at her. "You are right! I am a very bitter man! And I doubt if I will ever find myself in love with anyone! I don’t do love! I care about myself alone!”

“Get out! Get out, Archer!” Brielle tried to push him away but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to his body.

“Hey, Relax. I am here for a reason. So be a good girl sis and let me state why I am here to see you.” He said in a tight whisper.

Brielle struggled against him but he held on to her wrist tightly. "For whatever reason you are here, I have no interest in it. All I want is for you to get the hell out of my sight!”

Archer flashed his sister a sardonic smile. "What if I tell you that I have a solution to your current problem." He said still not wanting to give up.

"Oh really? Please state the problem.”

Archer chuckled as he let go of her wrist. "You don't have the money for your father’s surgery.”

Brielle was surprised Archer already found out about their father’s condition. No one except the doctor and Brielle knew why Mr Jasper haven't receive the proper treatment yet and that's because she doesn't have enough money for the surgery that would help save his life. And how the hell did Archer find out that their father was at the hospital?! She pondered deeply.

Brielle stared at him hoping to find answers but she found none through his expression. All she knows is that Archer always have his way around things.

“Why are you here?” Brielle repeated the question she had asked more than three times now.

"I didn’t show up here to waste my money on this good for nothing man. I have a proposition to make to you. If you agree to do it then I will pay for your father’s surgical bills.” Archer said.

"Your father? You make it sound like he is not your father.” Brielle moved away from him. She has had enough of his annoying and rude comments about the man she regarded as a father. “Just as I have said earlier, I am not interested in anything that pertains to you. So just leave, Archer. Get out!” She yelled at him.

Archer only smiled as he brought a card. "Call me on any of these lines on this card. I will be waiting.”

“In your wildest dreams!” She took the card and tore it in his presence.

An angry look flashed his expression but it was replaced by a feigned smile abruptly. “I’ll see you soon, sister.” He waved at his sister before exiting the room.

Brielle stepped on the pieces of paper on the floor. She would never have anything to do with him. Tears clouded her vision as she stared at her father who laid on the bed; unconscious.

She took his hand and kissed it gently. "I am sorry you have to go through this again, dad. The only thing holding you from having your operation is the money and I promise you that one way or another, I will get the money you need. I promise.” Brielle said in a tight whisper.