My sister hated me so much she wanted me dead.
And Romeo—the man I had loved for as long as I could remember—looked at me as though I were someone he wished he had never known.
How long was he going to keep me here?
Twenty-four hours?
Two days?
A week?
The thought made me sob harder.
This wasn’t the life I had dreamed of.
I had dreamed of love. Of family. Of coming home to people who wanted me there.
Instead, I was locked inside a house with nowhere to go and no one to turn to.
For years, I had foolishly believed that if I loved Romeo long enough, somehow, someday, it would mean something.
I was wrong.
He was a monster.
And he would never be mine.
I curled into myself, sobbing until my body trembled.
My nails dug deep into my palms, the sharp pain almost welcome against the agony in my chest.
This was my fault.
I should never have gone to that wedding.
I should have dared Romeo to make good on his threat.
I should have walked away the moment he offered me that marriage.
I should have listened when Yarina threatened me, warning that if I dared to become Romeo’s wife, I would spend the rest of my life paying the price.
But I hadn’t agreed simply because Romeo had threatened me.
I had been vulnerable.
Frightened.
And worst of all, I had secretly loved him.
For years.
That secret love had been my greatest weakness, and now I was paying for it.
I had become the bride of the one man who could destroy me without even trying.
The one man who hated me enough to make me wish I had never loved him at all.
Chapter 10