Chapter 18

"Is that true dad? You're really not sick?" she asked to clarify and Marcos furrowed his brows in confusion.

"What's wrong with you child? Do you want me dead or what?" he questioned with a look of disbelief on his face.

Olivia heaved a sigh of relief. "Don't you ever scare me like that again dad! I get that you want to talk to me but you don't have to look serious like you're about to announce an incurable disease or something like that," she snapped.

"It's not my fault that your mind works in the weirdest way possible. Who immediately thinks of a death announcement just because a person sounds serious? Does that mean every time you speak seriously, everyone around you thinks you're dying?" Marcos defended and Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Well, a death announcement would explain the reason you're so intent on getting me married to the point where you threatened to take away my life's work from me but I'm happy you're not dying anyways. I'm not ready to juggle both a wedding and a burial at the same time," Olivia replied and Marcos chuckled.

"Anyways dad, what's going on? What is this very serious conversation that we need to have that brought you all the way here without even informing me first?" Olivia asked curiously.

"You know Olivia, it's common courtesy to first offer a person a drink or at the very least water when they show up at your place. Did I really spoil you so much that you don't even know something that basic?" Marcos wondered and Olivia scoffed.

"It's more like you should be grateful you have such an intelligent and beautiful daughter like my dad. Anyone would wish for a perfect daughter like me," she bragged proudly, with an arrogant smirk on her face.

Marcos laughed at how silly his daughter sounded. He knew she appeared tough and arrogant on the outside but to him, she was simply his darling daughter that he would always be proud of no matter what.

"So you really won't get me anything to drink? Not even a glass of water Olivia? You surprise me child," Marcos told her and Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Don't be a drama king papa. Martha, bring over a glass of non-alcoholic wine for my dad and make sure it's the most expensive one," she instructed loud enough for Martha to hear her from where she was in the kitchen.

"Okay madam," Martha answered to show that she had heard Olivia's instructions.

A few minutes later, she came in with the wine requested by Olivia with two wine glasses beside it.

"Now, this is the daughter I raised. A woman with great taste," Marcos bragged proudly and Olivia simply threw her face away from him.

"Oh Olivia dear, don't tell me you're still mad at me?" he asked but Olivia ignored him.

"You know sweetie, you really shouldn't be this upsetting me. I get why you feel you should be but believe it or not, I only did what I believed was the best thing to do for you. I did what I had to as a father," he tells her as he poured both himself and Olivia a glass of wine.

"The best thing? Really papa? You legit threatened me and then went ahead to plan a wedding for me even before I was aware of the fact that I was getting married. I know I sound like a broken record for constantly repeating this but this is how much you hurt my feelings dad and I probably won't stop talking about it till I find a way to get over the fact that my own father, that I love very much, threatened to take my happiness away from me," Olivia responded and Marco shook his head tiredly.