VENDETTA’S BRIDE
Muna’s voice was pure controlled rage.
“Attending business. He’ll join you later.”
Alone, Muna walked through her golden cage, feeling the weight of all the fancy things around her. The closet was full of expensive dresses,silk, satin, lace,clothes made to make her look like a queen, or a very expensive woman. She grabbed a glass bottle from the bar and threw it against the wall. The glass broke, and whiskey spilled across the marble like blood. For a moment, it felt good, almost freeing. But when the noise stopped, the emptiness stayed. The gold, the silk, the chandeliers,it didn’t matter. She was still trapped, still someone else’s pawn.
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