KATYA's P.O.V I didn't want to respond to him so, I simply turned to leave when his hand shot out, grabbing my arm. “You’re not going anywhere until you explain what the fuck just happened.” I winced in pain at how firm his grip was. “Look, I know I keep bumping into you in the weirdest ways, but…” “Talk,” he snapped, cutting my words short. I looked around, paranoid. “Can we not do this in the middle of the road? I think I’m being followed.” I whispered. “By who?“ “My father’s men.” I winced flatly. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't look confused, just curious why I was running barefoot and panting heavly in the middle of a goddamn road “Why?” I hear him ask but I had no response to that question. I was clueless as him. And why? Because, papa, my father had refused to share any real details of the marriage or man with me. Every time I asked who he was, where he came from, and what kind of man he simply shut me down. He would say, "You don’t need to know now. All y
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