Chapter 129: Chapter 129

Amelia's POV

"Tristan? You're still stuck up with him? Haven't you learned your lesson, dammit?" he yelled, looking like a maniac. I shook my head at his reaction.

"Please don't bring your personal rivalry into this, Caleb. I know very well why you and my brothers worked so hard to separate me from him. But you know what? You'll have failed. I'm back with him and we still love one another. And we have started dating. I'm in a relationship with him. I have always loved only him. If I ever marry, it will be only to him and no one else. So stay out of my life. Your personal enmity with Tristan doesn't affect me in any way," I stated as Caleb fisted his hands and punched the nearest wall, jaws clenched.

"You.will.not.have.anything.to.do.with.him," he gritted out slowly.

"I am already with him. It's none of your business what I do with my life, Caleb. Stay out of this. Goodbye," I said as I whirled around and walked out without a backward glance at his seething face. It was then that I decided that I wouldn't accept any dinner invitation from him, whatever the case.

"This discussion doesn't end here, Amy. I won't allow you to marry him," he yelled after me. I rolled my eyes at him. Why couldn't he just drop the issue? Was it that important to him? Didn't my happiness not count at all?

"You're not my guardian. I'm an adult, in case you forgot," I retorted over my shoulder. Then turning to look at a pale-faced Veronica, I smiled at her. "Thanks for the dinner, Veronica. I will catch up with you later," I said. She smiled back at me and I waved at her and left.

I was still angry at Caleb. I knew he was concerned about me, but how could he decide for me? I never interfered in their lives. When we were younger it was different, but now I'm an adult, I could decide for myself. I was financially independent, earning out of my own business which I worked hard to set up all on my own. I never took any interest in my dad's business which my brothers looked after. I didn't take any financial help from them. I shifted out of my parent's house when Caleb decided to move in. Yet they thought that I needed looking after, that I was incapable of making decisions on my own.

I reached my shop in record time and parked my car. I straight away went to my room, changed, and went to sleep. The cramped small bed wasn't at all comfortable but it was better than staying at Tristan's apartment all on my own.

The next 2 days went by with me being neck-deep in work. I was designing the entire wedding trousseau for an upcoming wedding, for the bride and bridesmaids as well as the whole family. While I always enjoyed my work, for the first time, my mind was restless and I was tired. I wasn't enjoying the work at all. Therefore it took me more effort and time and it was really hard work trying to please the entire family, but that was my work, so I wasn't complaining.

Tristan did not reply to my message, nor did he call me, I was surprised at his indifference. Was I so much at fault that he couldn't even write a single message to me? It hurt very much, more than before. Previously I was separated from him by my family, I comforted myself for 7 years thinking that he had no means to contact me. Now, what was his excuse for not contacting me? I couldn't contain my feelings any longer. So I messaged him again,

I'm sorry if I hurt you Jay - A

I felt a few teardrops fall down my cheeks as I prepared for bed. My heart felt like it was breaking. I had no idea why Tristan couldn't forgive me at all. How could he not miss me? How could he bear a grudge against me for so long?

A sudden SMS alert made me wipe my tears and with a hopeful smile, I snatched the phone from the nightstand and checked,

Bran and I need to talk to you. I will meet you tomorrow evening at your place - Caleb

Sorry, not possible. I'm living at my shop. Evening the shop is open. - A

Oh. When do you close down? - Caleb

10pm - A

We will come down at 10:30 pm - Caleb

There's nothing to discuss - A

See you tomorrow - Caleb

I sulked after the conversation. Can't my brothers leave me alone? What did Caleb and Brandon have to talk about? I fell asleep dreading tomorrow's talk. I hated being manipulated around. I wasn't a weakling that they would just brainwash me to do their bidding. A side of me urged me to escape but then again I reasoned in my head. I wasn't wrong in any way. Why would I escape? I would face them and hold onto my thoughts and principles. I wasn't scared of them.

The next morning, I woke up late. A headache seemed to bother me the whole day. Added to it was the fact that there were no messages from Tristan and I was really pissed off at everything the whole day. It was a good thing that I didn't have any fitting appointments. I sulked and fumed inside my office, fumbling with the designs. I wanted to escape the torture that Caleb and Brandon would put me through. They wanted to change my mind about Tristan and force me to marry Scott. Only they had no idea that I wasn't the same Amelia anymore.

It had been 5 days since Tristan left for Paris, but it felt like a year had passed by. I sighed and continued with my work. I had done my bit, I had apologized to him. If he wanted to make a mountain out of a molehill, he was welcome to do it. I wouldn't apologize anymore. I closed the shop at 10 pm and went to my room. I showered and changed into tracks and a tee and waited for my brothers.