VEDA’S POVTwo years ago“Dad, you can’t do this to me,” I whispered, the sob I was trying desperately to hold back breaking free. “You promised me. You promised Mom you wouldn’t sell me off.”“You don’t have a say in the matter, Veda,” he said firmly as tears streamed down my cheeks. You know that feeling in your chest that builds up and sinks to your stomach when someone you trust hurts you? That’s what I was currently experiencing: the only man I’d ever loved broke me like this.“I won’t let you do this, Dad. You cannot do this,” I screamed, ignoring the numerous eyes in my father’s office. This place used to be a haven for me. But not right now. Right now, I was pissed, angry and broken.Fuck, how could he?“Mind your tone, Veda,” my father seethed.“No, I wo–”The harsh sound of skin meeting skin cut me off, and it wasn’t until I felt blood pooling in my mouth that I realised I’d been slapped. I turned to the culprit, and it was my stepmother. A broken laugh escaped my lips as te
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