Forced to Marry My Bully
Then, in a sudden burst of anger, I grabbed the glass he had just drunk from and hurled it at the television.
The screen only trembled slightly, but the glass shattered across the floor with a loud crash.
The sound started the house staff, who cried out in alarm.
I hugged my knees and sat frozen in place, tears streaming down my face as I cried.
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Ethan was once my worst nightmare.
Back in high school, he was the ringleader of the group that bullied me the most.
He would stand above me, looking down with disdain, as he tossed all my books from my bag down the stairwell.