Arranged to be beast's wife

li

n years old-the spoiled only child of my parents. I woke u

living in a mansion and getting anything I wa

lined, going from s

ds. I was a shy girl. I didn't know anything about men,

r, looking at my bedroom door, then glancing quic

and ran to the door, hearing s

m!

hem in the hallways, only to see

ed? Someone talk to me," I barely

pounding, their crying and wailing felt deadly.

ing me like a truck as she wiped her tears. "M

I ran downstairs, looking for them.

my nanny's voice c

my dear, while they were on their way to get your res

rying my heart out, wailing

life! Who do I live for now?

for him, but found no one. Like a madwoman, I ran upstairs to the

er me and pulled

ourself. This is God's will.

want them." I kept cryi

d's forgiveness. I knew my parents were in heaven, and I just

o? Who do I live for now? Ho

to see

ey, your uncle is here and will be comin

ho cut us off from the whole family and kept Dad and me away from Grandpa and Grandma just becaus

use Mom came from a middle-class background. Because, as he always said, she was a "loser." Why? Becau

gue before that. I want to see them," I insiste

the maids answered, the

down in confusion. My he

it, Manal

pas

place in the wh

he news mean

I said, feeling lost. Until I

niece. I wouldn't let my son ma

om shock. I looked down and saw a strong man, his eyes sho

ew-he looked just like my late father, onl

r eldest

house." It was the first time I'd ever talked back. I remembered the tears I'd s

f, "I said, get

d in a way that

t! Your father didn't raise you r

ap so hard it nearly knocked me to the ground, if not for one of the maids catching me. I looked up and saw a very handsome, tall young man with blue eye

to my father that way. Who do you think you are? You're nothing. Your father was in debt to e

y hard because he didn't want me to end up in a private university. I remembered overhearing him negotiating to

e beg, then," I said, looking in

my uncle felt pity. He

You're my brother's daugh

ou're probably happy he's dead. You stole

t me, but this time I covered my face

going from bar to bar and cabaret t

t my uncle. This time, my co

rrying you, but now, I swear to God, I will. I'll teac

o you think you are?" I tried to push hi

d my face close to

who will teach you respect!

ground and looked at

to come to our house. And be ready-our wedding is n

"What wedding? What exam? My pa

grinding his te

me at you like men used to in the old days!" I had

re from an aristocratic family-his words were savage.

her because I won't let my brother's daughte

d out and pulle

to protect you. One day you'll underst

in one last thre

t a virgin, I'll kill yo

as the beginning of my end. Little did I