chapter 18

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I REFUSE TO believe that my life has taken a big turn like this. From wearing tight corsets and layers of victorian dresses, I was now wearing sweatpants— as they call it, and T-shirts.

But that's not the only big turn in my life. It's been 3 days since I've been stuck in his big spacious room. I swear on the heavens that this man has some aristocratic family background because how can his room be this big as if it's made for a king?

It's very spacious and the colors are neutral, mostly gray, white, and black. There's a desk, a couch, a bar, an open door probably leading to the dressing room or bathroom, a TV, and a fireplace, it's basically a modernized version of a bedroom that belongs to a royal palace.  

It's a good thing he's not here— otherwise, I'd have a panic attack and possibly die from it this time.

Ugh. I'm not a dramatic person and most definitely do not enjoy dramatics but I simply just don't want to live.

I always believed I should be thankful that the heavens gave me life, but how can I be when the life they have given me is absolute torture.

I tighten my hands around my knees and hug them as if I'm hugging my mama. I miss her so much. I most certainly regret leaving her.

How ironic is it that I left that place to avoid marriage, just to be trapped and forced into another, only this time, there was no way out for me.

I know what that psychopath is capable of, considering what he's done to me. He threatened my mother including Aleia and there's no way I'd want to lose them and make them deal with the consequences of my own selfishness. That pain would be greater than being forced into a marriage and I can't handle that.

Knock knock. My trance of thought breaks as the door vibrates from someone knocking.

Please don't be him. Please don't be him. Please don't be him.

The door knob twists and I squint my eyes and bite my lip hard, hoping that it isn't him.

A woman dressed in a tight pencil skirt and long heels appears from the door. My body relaxes and I let out a sigh.

Her hair is tied into a tight bun and she wears glasses that are almost too big for her face making her appear seductive but cute.

"Miss, are you Mr. Giordano's fiancé?" her voice is rich and professional making her aura appear more intimidating.

No. I really wish I wasn't, but I nod my head anyway and clear my throat softly, "Why do you ask?"

She brings out a clipboard from behind her and reads it with her pen, "I've been assigned for your wedding preparations and I've been told to come to you for your approval with a few things." her gaze snaps back to me and I flinch a little with how harsh her glare is.

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