“Athena, you will marry Roberto. You will be ready in the morning like a good girl. Otherwise, I will kill you if you don’t. Remember what happened to your mother? She had an accident,” Dad utters through clenched teeth.
Oh, hell no!
Did he kill her?
“Dad, no worries, I’ll be ready. What time,” I ask, turning up my lips.
“That’s a good girl. The wedding will be at six, and don’t try to escape because we will find you,” Dad hums, releasing my arm.
“Okay. Night, Dad,” I say, lifting my chin in defiance. I can’t show him that I’m afraid of him.
It’s so damn painful to learn that Dad is a monster. He killed Mom.
I walk out of his office, tears rolling down my face. I blink quickly and wipe my cheeks. I walk to my room.
What am I going to do?
I have to marry Roberto, but my heart wants Thor. I should have tried to get his number or something. I don’t know where he lives.
I stare out the window at the crazy amount of people setting up for the wedding. The people are decorating the yard, setting up the tables, and bringing in food. It appears as if a lot of people were invited to the wedding. But my girls didn’t get invited.
I can’t believe this.
I’m so upset that I threw up my breakfast. I need to take a shower and get ready. I walk to the bathroom and take off my robe. I don’t even want to look in the mirror. I don’t want to see that I’m a fucking coward.
I take a shower and dry my hair because Roberto has someone who’s going to do my hair, makeup, and nails.
Geeze.
That man goes overboard.
A few hours later, I’m ready. I look into the mirror, and I hate the dress. Thank god I didn’t pick a puffy gown. It’s an A-line, fitted dress with a little flare.
I picked it out, but that was when I was another person, a silly girl in love with marrying a rich, handsome man. A girl in love with the wedding dress and the wedding. But deep in my heart, I wanted to get away from Dad.
God, I was so immature and stupid.
Thor changed me in so many ways, but for the better. I prayed so much and hard that I would see Thor again and that I would escape with him.
Now, my dreams are over.
The cruel reality is that I’m marrying Roberto.
At least he’s nice to me, right?
I need to talk to Dad and tell him that I don’t want to ever see him again after the wedding.
I walk out of my room, down the hall, and stop at his office door. The door is slightly open, and I can hear Dad and Roberto’s voice.
“Benson, you’re damn lucky that Athena agreed to marry me because that’s the only reason that I’m backing your campaign for Governor, even though you will be useful in so many ways. I need her to give me an heir, and after that, you might never see her again. I might sell her off or make her disappear,” Roberto says.
“I can’t care less; she’s not my daughter. My wife brought her home, claiming that her sister couldn’t take care of her, and we adopted her. I don’t care what you do with her,” Dad hums.
My chest hurts, and I can’t breathe. I turn and run the the hall. I pull the veil from my hair; my hair falls down my back. I run out of the house around the wedding planner vans. I run down the driveway and onto the street. I run until I’m out of breath. I look around and rub my face to clear the tears.
I’m so damn stupid!
Now what?
