CANA'S SIN

ADORA’S P.O.V“I like how you smell.”His eyes didn’t move away from mine. They looked at me, steady, with confidence, and worst, they were daring. His hands brushed a strap of my blond hair that covered my face. My fingers tapped the counter anxiously. I wasn’t sure of what would happen next, and I wasn’t comfortable with the way he was getting close to me.“You always act like this to a stranger?” I asked.Earlier, he had grabbed my tight, heavy, and possessive, much uninvited. My whole body went still. The music was too loud for anyone to hear the way my breath caught, but I felt it.“Only to the ones who look like they could ruin me,” he replied softly, tracing the rim of his glass with one finger. “Let’s have fun, let me make you feel….” His voice was low and masculine, his breath brushing my ear as he spoke.“Don’t...” I said, barely louder than a whisper. I shifted away, but his fingers didn’t. I could see him smile, the kind of smile that promised trouble."I think I need to u

EL’S P.O.V“Tell her everything, old man,” My voice came out boldly, my hands crossed together, folding themselves like I was timing them.She was nothing like I had imagined. Not even close.When I came to the Ronalds’ house, I didn't expect to meet a spoiled daughter of a guilty man, a girl born into comfort, and even worse, lies. But I'll confess to this fact: the moment my eyes found her, every thought I had before disappeared. Firstly, I was supposed to capture her immediately after Damon signed the arranged marriage papers earlier, but somehow, looking at my soon-to-be bride-to-be, she's even more feminine than I imagined.I'd been told her name was Adorable, and the name suited her even more.My eyes met hers, my lips still positioned in an arc as I was watching the movie between a daughter and a sheep-clothed father. Her blonde hair was neatly packed behind her head, with just a few strands out of place.Her purple gown hugged her curves perfectly, and it fitted her in a way

ADORA’S P.O.VBefore I could even understand what he meant, two men stepped forward. Their hands were rough and strong as they gripped my arms. I gasped, struggling to pull away, but their hold only tightened.“You can't do that!” I shouted, taking two steps backward.My swollen eyes cried out for mercy, even though I was so proud to plead for it. “Daddy!” But it was like no one was listening.“No! You can’t do this!” I shouted, twisting my arms as I tried to break free. “Let go of me! I’m not going anywhere with you!”The men had moved without question. The first two were holding me like I was some sort of criminal, then the rest closed in. Their steps were careful. Not a shoe scuffed the floor. They did not look at each other. Their faces were blank. It felt more like I was screaming at robots, like they had been trained not to think. Only to obey commands.My father reached out, his voice breaking into the space between us. “Adora… ” he started, but a hand on his shoulder stopped

Adora's P.O.V“Cowards!” I shouted at both men who sat by my side, fighting their grip that helped me as if their lives depended on itI couldn't hold the frustration anymore; my blonde hair was fully shattered now.“Let me go!” I shouted. My makeup was already ruined from sweat, and my shoes had vanished to God knows where; my legs? They fought restlessly, and I couldn't stop myself from kicking, pushing everything around me, even though I still couldn't escape. The car suddenly stopped with a soft thud.“Take the lady out,” the driver said, his voice calm and mean. He turned his head slowly to look at us. I felt a hot, sick feeling in my stomach, pure disgust. I wanted to spit in his face. The word “lady” sounded like a cruel joke.The man to my right clicked the door open. He yanked my arm hard. My body wanted to pull back, but his grip was iron. Pain shot through my wrist, and I gasped. He held me like I was a thing, not a person.“Quiet!” he hissed, his voice sounding low and ang

ADORA’S P.O.V“Come on, my dear, I know how you're feeling right now…” The oldest maid said to me, bending down enough to grab my hands. Her palm moved towards my face as she wiped my tears that refused to stop flowing.“He’s really going to marry me…” I whispered at first, but the words came out broken and angry. My chest tightened, and I could feel the anxiety crawling all over me like cold fingers. A painful knot formed in my throat. This wasn’t the life I had dreamed of. I had dreams, real dreams of traveling, finding love on my own terms. Not this. Not being forced into a stranger’s world.My fingers trembled as I clutched the maid’s hands, holding them tightly and desperately. “Please,” I begged, my voice shaky and filled with fear. “Please tell me this isn’t happening. There has to be a way out. I can’t marry him. I can’t!”Her hands felt cold and soft in mine, but she didn’t move. She didn’t even look me in the eye at first. Her lips trembled, her eyes glistened with tears that