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nd forth, hot sun rays shun on Elana

d" Elana grunts as she opened her ey

suspended in a haze of forgetfulness that clung to t

day as it had been decided by her parents that she would be wedded to Troy, a Mafia Lord wh

of preparations like–footsteps in the hallway, distant whispers and the scent

to where the d

vory silk material and those beadwork– they're just

otherwise, she realized that marrying Troy felt like su

knew, a man whose touch chilled her

side and with a voice ladened with fury. "You're selling me off like I'm s

but it was her father who stepped f

It's about loyalty and security. This marriag

eyes. "Protect me? From what-my own life? You're sacrificing me so

d. "You'll learn to respect Troy. In time

to be claimed," Elana shot back. "And I'll neve

ns have been sent and the alliance is sealed

re sentencing me to a life I'll never stop trying to esc

**

ad sent a warning to Mr Mason about the wedding and he has excu

m dark and unyielding as he stared down at Ela

comes my wife or you face the consequences. I've kept my end of our deal in protecting your inte

that aisle today, consider our arrangement void. And I don'

. "She's being difficult," he muttered while he tried to avoid Troy's stare. "Sh

about emotions. This is business and I don't care if she's scared, furious, or running out the d

**

d at the wedding dress draped across the chair, looking as if it was mocking

ound to a man she feared, in a world she didn't choose. She had begged, cried and

uldn't run, there was only one way left to take back her p

as she opened the cabinet and she began to scatter the rows of perfumes and beauty creams in s

e a silent rebellion against the fate forced upon her. Her reflection in the mirror stared ba

it with open arms. She swallowed the pills all in on

in was clammy and her pulse had gone faint. The house erupted into

Her body was limp and her lips tinged with blue–for a fleeting moment, it seemed her plan had wor

entire mansion and everyone that heard it

er face stricken with panic. "It's Miss Elana, she's not respon

when he saw Elana lay sprawled on the marble tiles–motionless and with a half-empty bottle of pills on the f

d lifeless. "Get the car!" he shouted to the butler. "We're n

he crushing weight of his decisions settle over him. The deal wit

e distance, he was no longer thinking about alliances or contracts.