Forced to Marry My Bully
I let Ethan and the designer discuss which style to customize for me while the assistant measured my body dimensions.
The shop’s backyard was a small garden, which caught my attention more than the dresses.
So, while they were talking, I lifted my skirt and wandered to the small pond in the backyard.
There was a door at the back of the garden, and beyond it seemed like a path to unlimited freedom.
I’d thought about running away countless times.
But when I finally mustered the courage, I was disheartened to realize I had nowhere to go.
My mother was desperate for me to marry Ethan, pulling my hand and urging me not to resist.