Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORCED BRIDE : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

ROSEANNA He just left like that leaving me alone and I am nit at shock that he felt bad about my words as con-artist to him. He was that person after all. He married me for a company under my name. Isn't that what hold diggers do? And then he played tricks with me to get the company under his name. Isn't that what con-artist do? I don't feel guilty. Even after thinking of runny away if I was stayed back, it's not because of something I have settled inside for him. I never had, and everything is just so past that now. The fact that he saw the lost child in me just for his company? And inheritance? And not once felt the ache in his heart just for loosing his child? Even if the person responsible for the fraud comes out Vellore, I will never ever turn and see Kashton that way. Maybe for a zero point one second I had hope in my stupid head back then? But not anymore! I am just not ready for taking this in anymore! I

ROSEANNA "What was that? You just kissed me? Do you trust me now?" He asked me frowning after he apologized and I laughed with him about the naive look he gave me. When I just started to go and sink im my thought too deeply sessions. Once again. Why? Why do I always feel like forgiving this man despite everything he does to me? This is not normal! I am sure if it. Then why? I end up in his embrace after having every fight. The way he just shared his pain with me, that I always assumed that he would never say out loud because I am not close enough for him to share anything with me. I ended up craving down, but that doesn't change the fact of what I feel about him? Or how much he is using me for my assets.  "I didn't kiss you because I wanted to get back with you. Or wanted to trust you now on. Don't read it wrong mister." I shake my head trying to be clear with him. Explaining him.&nb

ROSEANNA "Nothing new that you are telling me but I thought you wanted to change and bring change that you want things and yourself to be different then everything right?" I asked frowning at him. He looking down. "What? " I asked him confused more on his silence. Not even took him a day to change his mind from changing to coming back being a jerk. Well, if doesn't astound me that much. This much? I assumed already. "And yes! I do believe that all your sweet talks are just for getting under pants. But yet! I didn't bring it up. I didn't say or acted any indifferent to you. I guess. That's a sign. That if I am staying quite you should try to change my opinion. I am giving you change. You need to take it. Or maybe you have just come up to get used to the fact that I am not ever going to be yours? And have already lost in yourself? "I asked him again. He just turning in a silent statue. As he looked at the other side. And come back this time directly in my eyes.

ROSEANNA He was frustrated as he left me alone. And just walked out, he can't take it. I speaking up, must have hurt his nerves after all having me udner fist was the speciality of this guy. Seeing me out of his den, he is nothing more then helpless. But why is he even here? Its not like that he is any better and would change in a nice guy over night. Why does he even cares? If I am dying in the hospital? For coming here in a phone call?I kept wondering to myself as I sat back on the bed. Where is Kashton? Why isn't he here? And most importantly what was he going to say to me? Before I fell down unconscious? Why was he apologising to badly and too much? Why was he crying? What did he do so bad? I was poisoned. That - does that means? No! I am thinking to far. He is a jerk and surely will do anything in the world but he won't poison me? Right? What would he even get from killing me dead? Though if he isn'

ROSEANNA I was alone and left with many questions, with answers that were all assumptions with little hint if reality and truth. And I didn't like how things are going. I hate being like this, struggling like this. I wanted and awaited better and more. And being miserable like this is just so much bad. And hurts me alot. Why? Why can't my life just be a little more better then what I am living like? I want to die. Living has made me so sick that all I care about is being dead. How peaceful it will be lying in the coffin all alone and eyes closed? No worries? No questions and no expectations to be dissappointed at? It will be the real peace. I wonder sometimes. What my life would have been if that day, the house hadn't burned down? And mom and dad didn't ended up the way they ended up? What if, mom was still alive. Or mom was not mistress of my father. And I was equal and living like a normal girl?What if dad had supported me, and be by my side from th