My Mate, My Enemy

Shirley Sadness was written on my face as I sat on the bed sadly. I sighed heavily as I thought of how my life would be after today. I couldn't believe this would happen. Today should have been one of my happiest days on earth, but it wasn't. I couldn't believe this was happening so soon. Today is my twenty-first birthday, but I'm not happy. I'm not happy because I overheard my father telling his beta that the feast and the birthday are like a send-off party for me. I couldn't believe he would do this to me. He wanted to sell me to another country because he hated me and wanted to be on good terms with them. I treat him like a father, but he treats me like a murderer. He blamed me for killing his wife. Who happens to my mother? My mother died after she gave birth to me, and she named me Shirley before she took her last breath. She ordered them to give me her necklace, which is the only thing that reminds me of her. I have no picture of her nor do I have a portrait. My father hated

Alex It hurt me to know that the moon goddess had chosen the wrong person to be my mate. The moon goddess has chosen me to be the mate of my enemy's daughter. The man who was responsible for the death of my parents' daughter was my mate. How can the moon goddess do this to me? I have always tried my best to be a good person, and this is how she repays me. “My parents were killed by your father; I had waited for a long time to avenge my parents' deaths, and I finally got the chance, yesterday,” I said while glaring murderously at her. I glared at my mate, and I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't rejected her yet. I knew that was what I should have done, but I didn't. I knew I couldn't, and I exhaled deeply while glaring daggers at her.My mate was in disbelief, and she shook her head, disagreeing with me, and I couldn't help but feel angry. It was one of the things that I hated. I hate to be disagreed with when there is evidence, and this is what she was doing. I will make sure

Shirley“no!!" I screamed as hot tears started dripping down my face. I couldn't believe my father had died. My father can't die like this. I couldn't believe he killed him. My father is the only family I have left, and he killed him, and I couldn't help but wonder what he would do to me, the one who was said to have caused everything. I knew that my father may have been maltreating me, but that doesn't mean that I won't feel sorry for him; it hurt me to know that things were starting to get out of hand. It wasn't as I had hoped, but there is no way I can undo that. I have made up my mind not to forgive my friend. I will make sure he pays dearly for what has happened. He cut off my father's head and showed it to me. As I stared at the head of my father, tears filled my eyes. His treating me badly doesn't make me hate him, but I longed for his love, but it turned out that he would be taken away from me by my partner. I looked at my friend with anger in my eyes. “How c