Aanya's POV: It's almost 12:30 pm and the wedding is almost about to start and I am still half dressed. I still need to do my makeup and some slight changes to my hair. The wedding starts in 15 mins. The past 2 days have been hell for me. Maybe hell itself might be an understatement. ~Flashback~ "Why did you have to follow me to India and then follow me around the mall? It's embarrassing!!" "Maybe you should have thought about that before leaving" "I sent you a message and an email!!" I shouted "Explain the £70000" "There is nothing to explain. You called me a gold digger and give me your black card. I used it to my advantage" "Why the fuck did you donate to the charity then?!?!" he started getting frustrated "I was hoping you wouldn't find out but since you did, you should be thankful. I am trying to help you." He started speeding and I had to clutch onto the seats tightly "Can you please slow down? You are going over the speed limit!!" He kept quiet and kept on speeding.

Evan’s POV: I was talking about the threats I have been receiving from a gang about Aanya when I received a call from my secretary. “Speak” “Sir, Mrs Rodriguez's naked pictures are going viral on the internet.” “What!?” I heard a door slam nearby. I started moving to the door to exit. “I want it off the internet and everybody in the fucking world in the next 1 hour. I don’t want to hear anybody speaking about it. Not. A. Single. Soul. Do you understand?” “Yes sir. It will be done in less than an hour.” I ended the call and reached downstairs where everyone was gathered. Father and Ryker were behind me. The tele was on and the news reporter was going on about the different speculation. Everyone was watching the news and the emotion on everyone’s face was different. Some were angry, some shocked, some sad. It was Chester’s emotion that intrigued me. “CHESTER!” Aanya was at the top of the stairs. Some of her mascara was smeared across her face while her face totally red from tears

Aanya’s POV: Azernia, located in the west of Earkria and known for their special slang. It’s not the best place in the world but for me, it is where all of it started so it was special towards me. I like the city centre, Chinatown, the buses, the different food, the different shops in Tribulation Square, the Monolith Plaza, Cyprus road and finally my home in Masto. My humble abode. A small village on the outskirts of AzerniaThe first and last and only house I lived in Azernia. The house where I have my friends to have a sleepover. The house where my “family” lived, the house where I and my siblings mostly fought over silly things and also the house which I brought without my father knowing it. It was calm. No one knew about me – at least that’s what I hope. After I got here, I went for a walk around the area but on the way back I got a job as a waitress at a local restaurant nearby. Its good timing and It keeps my head of the things that happened to me. I have come to terms with wha

Aanya’s POV: I slowly tried to open my eyes, but it felt like it was stuck together with super glue. You know that feeling you get when you are so tired that you want time to just stop and all life to end? That is exactly what I felt when what happened before I fell unconscious hit me like a tsunami, and my thoughts are like a washer right now. All those words I said to them were what I wanted to say for years and years, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them that then, and I did now. I don’t know what to feel. Sad and guilty that they know what I felt like, or angry that my dad did not feel even a bit of remorse or that my brother thought it was my own fault. Without even opening my eyes, my thoughts are going crazy and my surroundings sound so quiet like I am in a box with iron walls. Maybe this is the end of my life, and I can finally have peace… or not. I heard a door open and close, but I don’t know if someone went out or came in, so I am in a room that much, I am sure. With m

Aanya’s POV It is the day of the ball, and it has also been a week since I saw my dear husband. But I am not going to let that spoil my mood, I was hoping I would be able to get drunk without getting into trouble. The past week seemed to be the same as always. Patricia, Ann, and the kids stayed the entire week, I went and visited Ryan a couple of times, and Charlotte was there sometimes. The kids got a little cranky the entire week because their father was not here, but other than that, everything went well. Even the twins – Amara and Amyra - joined us, but Chloe seemed to be with her best friend. Right now, all of us were getting ready. Yesterday we all went and got our hair and nails done, it was a relaxing day. The twins already got their dresses. Amara had a white dress with a slit that reached her mid-thigh. She also had a black ribbon that acted as a belt around her waist, and its loose ends touched the ground slightly. Amyra had a forest green dress with spaghetti straps and