Samara has to give me some explanations for her selfish behavior. She is the main culprit behind all this. She spoiled my image in Hobsons' mind when she could easily bring me out of this mayhem. After meeting with Samara, I'll try to talk to Ashar and make him see the full picture. I can't just stay here silently without trying to clear my name and prove my innocence.Ashar has to know that I'm also not interested in this marriage and will do anything to set myself free from this accidental marriage. I stand in front of Samara's room and knock the door twice. When I hear her faint voice, I open the door and go inside."So, you're finally here." Samara utters. She in the same room where she asked me to wear her wedding dress. It all started from this room. If I wouldn't have came here on the wedding day, this family wouldn't have dragged me here again as a fraud. I cross my arms on my chest, "Yes. Now can you explain why are you doing this to me? I helped

Samara said she refused William's proposal because she was getting married with the love of her life. But that guy didn't give up. He even visited her office several times. On the wedding day, William sent her few pictures to threaten her. Actually those were the visual evidence of their hang outs and intimate moments. He said he was about to send those pictures to Ashar's cell phone because he couldn't see his love getting married to some other man. Samara got scared and planned to meet him in person as she thought this could be the only way to talk some sense into him. She tried to get in touch with Ashar to convince him to delay the wedding for an hour or two so she could fix that problem, but when she couldn't get a hold of him she started thinking of some other way. She said if Ashar would've seen those pictures, he would've gone crazy with anger and called off the wedding immediately. She cared for Hobsons and Ashar, therefore, she couldn't just give up and let

There is one question, one confusion thats keeps pestering me, not leaving my brains alone, no matter how much I try to ignore it, to act chill like Samara.Am I married or not?My anxiety made me do some research about it online. I typed some keywords related to my situation and read some articles about Christian weddings and beliefs. Online source was the safe source. I didn't have to disclose to anyone what had happened to me.I found online confirmation too that Ashar and Samara's marriage is null and void. They are not married. For my own doubtful marital status, I couldn't find the exact answer, but they did support my argument. They said woman and man must be present physically while proclaiming their marriage vows. And they should say their correct, full names during all their declarations. It is the religious and legal requirement both.It brings me back to my point. From Ashar's behalf he said correct names. I didn't use any names, but

Head down, phone in my hands. I'm looking through unread text messages in my inbox. There are some unnecessary texts from the places where I had left my resume. I delete them. I also have few missed calls from Ryan, Carol and foster home. I leave all of them a quick text that I'm kinda busy with my job so I can't contact them. Afterwards I return my phone to Aaron.  The ringing of the kitchen's intercom catches my attention. I look around and wait for someone to answer it. Few minutes pass, but no one comes and it doesn't stop ringing. So I just shrug my shoulders, go over and pick it up, "Yes?" "Where were you, Melanie?" Ashar hollers, makes me move the receiver slightly away from my ear, "I've been trying the intercom since few minutes. Just what you all are doing? Playing around?" "But, I'm not-" "Bring coffee with my migraine medicine in the study." "Liste-" He doesn't let me finish and hangs up the intercom. What

I and Melanie are in our room after nightfall. Melanie is ironing some of her clothes while I'm folding up mine and putting them back in my small wardrobe.I think I'm in need of good clothes because all of my clothes now look frayed, even the colors are fading. I'm planning to ask Matt's permission to go for shopping or else soon I'll have nothing good to wear."What's your plan for the weekend?" Melanie inquires."No plans." I reply while putting the pile of my clothes inside the wardrobe.She stops ironing and gives me a disbelieving look, "Seriously Sanaya, I've been observing you. You seem weird. I've never seen you going out of this mansion. Are you introvert or what?"I hate lying to her when she is so nice, so helpful to me. Rubbing my temple, I sit on my bed, "I don't have many friends and few of them already left for college to different cities, so I don't talk to them much."She turns off the iron, drags a wooden chair and sits in