Chapter Sixteen.

Jaselle's POV

I looked at the items that sat at a corner in my room staring back at me. I had loved the sight of them just a few minutes ago but now, I just wanted to tear them all up into shreds and burn them to ashes.

I couldn't do that even though I so wanted to. I fell on my bed and heaved a deep sigh.

What has my life turned into?

What ugly life must I have led in my past that it has come to hunt my present, making me go through all this trouble?

I began questioning life again as I had always done.

Should I just suck it all up and give in to what he wants?

What about my freedom?

What about what I want? My life!

How could I possibly accept to live someone else's life, a dead person at that when I have the whole of my own life ahead of me.

In the midst of all my worries and a thousand a one questions that seemed never ending, I fell asleep.

I was awe strucked when he called for me to the sitting room and took back all he had said to me and everyone a few minutes ago.

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