Rich Man’s Daughter Defies Her Father by Vowing to Marry the First Man She Meets, but Regrets It When She Sees Who It Is
Sophia Davenport had everything—a life of luxury, the finest clothes, and a father who adored her. But there was one thing she hated about being a Davenport: her father, Charles, controlled every aspect of her life. Especially when it came to marriage.
“You’re to marry Andrew Whitmore,” Charles declared one evening over dinner. “He’s a successful businessman. A fine match.”
Sophia’s hands curled into fists. “I don’t love Andrew!”
“Love?” Charles scoffed. “Love comes after security, my dear.”
Furious, Sophia pushed back her chair. “I will marry the first man I meet, just to prove you wrong!”
Charles chuckled. “Be my guest. But remember, a rash decision leads to regret.”
Storming out of the mansion, Sophia strode down the street, her heart pounding. She wouldn’t let her father dictate her life. She’d prove she could make her own choices.
As she turned a corner, she nearly collided with someone. Looking up, she gasped.
It was Henry—a scruffy, disheveled man who had once been their gardener. He had been fired years ago for stealing from the Davenports, and now, he looked even worse—his clothes tattered, his eyes sunken.
“Miss Davenport?” Henry blinked, surprised.
Sophia swallowed hard. This was the first man she had met. She had made a vow.
A shiver ran through her. Could she actually go through with it?
Henry smirked, as if sensing her dilemma. “Something wrong, Miss Davenport?”
She forced a smile. “Henry… how have you been?”
He chuckled darkly. “Surviving. Not that you’d care.”
Sophia hesitated. This was a mistake.
“You know what, Henry?” she said quickly. “It’s been a long day. I should be going.”
She spun on her heel, but Henry grabbed her wrist. “Wait. Didn’t I hear you say you’d marry the first man you met?” His grip tightened. “Sounds like me.”
Sophia’s stomach twisted. “That was foolish talk.”
Henry leaned in. “Too late for regrets, princess. Maybe we should go tell your father.”
Panic surged through her. Had she walked into a trap?
Just then, a sleek black car pulled up. The door swung open, and Charles stepped out.
“Having second thoughts, Sophia?” he asked coolly.
Tears burned in her eyes. He had followed her. He had known this would happen.
“I—I was wrong,” she whispered.
Charles sighed. “I won’t force you to marry Andrew. But perhaps next time, you’ll think before making rash promises.”
Sophia nodded. She had learned a lesson that night. Some decisions weren’t about proving a point—they were about choosing wisely.
And as she watched Henry disappear into the shadows, she knew she had barely escaped the worst mistake of her life.
