r that he was going to take me out, Jacob led me to

didn't even care; I was still processing the painful truth that Jacob told me last n

o a restaurant. Turning off the ignition Jacob and I got out of the car. Without a

, there was nothing to say. It was clear that once I married Jacob I'd be nothing but a slave. A

ou?" Jacob

oking at him, too focused on my mother's

like I wanted this either; my grand father just said tha

rom your father, he straight out

ally called your father and said that either he

ars welled up in my eyes as I heard Jacob's words. If he was telling the

keep my voice from breaking. Jacob should never

am telling the truth," Jacob replied. I

, Emila.

t this marriage any more than I did, then that means I was going to be a slave in his family - an o

marry me...what are you g

wish I could kill him with my own hands for not being able to pay us the money...but, I will never love you like a husband loves his wife. And if love is w

why you would never be able to love me, you can't love someone by force..

nt anybody insulting me or tre

f my marital life, I'd be okay with that. I just didn

those spoilt, whiny girls that demand to be loved, because I don’t want to wa

ying, his words still hurt. "Jacob? Uh...is it okay if I call you Jaco

being on the first name basis is okay,"

e to love me like a husband loves his wife, but you can share your problems with me and talk to me about anything, as your wife, I'll support you in everything," I told him. It didn't m

ell of food made my mouth water. As soon as the waiter placed o

small talk and mainly discussed the we

g enough to handle this