The Legacy (Underworld 1) JC

7: Love Is A Weakness

As the news of her forced marriage to a member of the rival gang reached Subin's ears, fury ignited within her like a wildfire. How dare they presume to dictate her future, to strip away her agency and autonomy in such a callous manner? The very thought of being forced into a union with a stranger, especially one with ties to the criminal underworld, filled her with a primal rage unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her hands trembled with indignation as she clenched them into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to contain the tempest of emotions raging within her. This was not how her life was supposed to unfold – she had dreams, aspirations, a future she had envisioned for herself, and none of it included being shackled to a man she had never met, let alone loved.

"No," Subin seethed through gritted teeth, her voice laced with righteous anger. "I refuse to accept this. I won't be treated like some pawn in their twisted game of power and control."

Her mind raced with thoughts of Coups, the mysterious man who had captured her heart with his kindness and charm. In her mind, there was no one else she could ever imagine marrying – no one else who made her heart flutter and her pulse quicken with just a single glance.

"I won't marry anyone but him," Subin declared, her voice ringing with determination. "I won't let them take away my freedom, my right to choose who I love."

With a sense of steely resolve, Subin vowed to fight back against the forces that sought to tear her away from the man she loved. She would defy tradition, defy expectations, defy anyone who dared to stand in the way of her happiness.

For in the depths of her soul, Subin knew that love was worth fighting for – even if it meant risking everything she held dear. And as she prepared to confront the challenges that lay ahead, she did so with a fierce determination to forge her own path, to carve out a future that was truly her own.

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The rain poured down in sheets as Subin trudged through the dimly lit streets, her mind consumed with thoughts of the impossible situation she found herself in. How could her own family consider sacrificing her happiness and safety for the sake of some twisted alliance with a rival gang? It was unfathomable, incomprehensible, and utterly infuriating.

Lost in her tumultuous thoughts, Subin barely noticed the figure that stepped out from the shadows, an umbrella held protectively above their head. It wasn't until the familiar voice called out her name that she looked up, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Coups standing before her, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

"Subin," he said softly, his voice cutting through the sound of the rain. "Are you okay?"

Subin blinked back tears of frustration and anger as she met Coups's gaze, her heart aching with the weight of the impossible choice she faced. "No, Coups," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not okay. They... they want to force me into a marriage with a member of a mafia gang."

Coups's eyes widened in shock at her words, his jaw clenched tightly in anger. "What?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. "They can't do that. You can't let them."

Subin shook her head, her hands trembling with fear and uncertainty. "I don't know what to do, Coups," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel trapped, suffocated, like there's no way out."

Coups reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Subin's face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Hey, look at me," he said softly, his eyes locking with hers. "You don't have to go through this alone. We'll figure something out, together."

Subin's heart skipped a beat at Coups's words, a flicker of hope igniting within her chest. "But how?" she asked, her voice tinged with desperation. "How can we possibly escape this nightmare?"