(AUTHOR'S POV)“No, dad! I won’t marry him!” Pah! The slap rang in her ears before she felt it. Her right palm cradled her cheek, her feet shuffling back, goosebumps travelling up her neck in response of what would come next. The hand rose again intending to come down harder on her face and she flinched, bending her head to hide her face but the pain never came. “If you hit her, how are we supposed to explain to Edmond that his bride is damaged goods?” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at the person that spoke, “Mum --” “Swallow those tears. If you cry anymore, your face is going to be puffed and all red. You are an ugly crier, Ria.” The woman grabbed her, freshly manicured nails digging into Ria’s arms shoves her into a chair. “No, mum, you don’t get it.” Ria turned to face her. “What is it that I don’t get?” the woman was already on her phone texting fast. “Dad’s saying that I have to get married in Racquel’s place.” The woman looked at the man standing in the mid
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