Before love Lies
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My vision blurred as I hit the ground, pain shooting through my side.
For a second… I couldn’t breathe.
“Father…” I whispered, barely able to get the word out.
“But I love him.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
And the second they did—
I knew I shouldn’t have said it.
“You are not supposed to love him.”
His voice wasn’t loud.
But it echoed.
It rang in my ears like it was carved into my skull.
“You have an arrangement,” he continued, stepping closer now, towering over me. “An agreement that was made long before you decided to lose control.”