Helanie:
"Okay, listen up," Vonston arrived shortly after I ended my call with Kaye.
"We have a groom on the way. It's an old man—" he began, but I already knew who the groom was.
"I'm not marrying that old man," I hissed at him.
"Well, you are getting married tonight."
He shrugged and walked away, making me turn toward my family—who weren't doing anything to help me.
"What am I going to do now?" I asked myself, rubbing my palms anxiously.
"What are you looking at me for? I'm not fighting anyone for you. The council gave us instructions—you have to get married or be exiled. And by exiled, they mean punished," my dad said, emotionless as ever.
Of course, he'd never stand up for me.
Even after I returned and achieved so much, he still wasn't proud of me.
Sometimes, I wondered if he had ever loved me at all.
"But you can fight them. Why won't you?"
My stepmother smirked, making my stepbrother laugh at her words.
