Father's Enemy. Married for Debts

Arina tried to slip her hand under the one reaching for her. It didn’t work.

A broad palm squeezed her shoulder.

— I said we’re going upstairs. I’m not used to repeating myself twice. — He nodded toward the second floor. — Get up! Show me where your room is!

— What right do you have! — she looked at her father, whose eyes were hiding.

— You’re a guest in our house!

Demid was growling at the furious face:

— Everything in this house belongs to me! You included!