Marriage imposed

Marriage imposed

Armand21

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Marriage imposed

Marriage imposed Chapter 1 Prologue

Salam aleykoum...

My name is leyla i'm 17 years old i'm malian -colombian, i live with my father, my stepmother and her 2 daughters.

Physically I am of average height, I have rather beautiful form I take it from my mother. I have the intense black eyes, my hair it is black as coal and curly it arrives to me in the middle of the back.

My family

My father: kais malien pdg of a luxury car company

My mother: alya from colombia she was a doctor but she died 2 years ago in a car accident it completely devastated me she was my everything my best I told her everything when she died I made a depression of 6 months so much it hurt me

My mother-in-law: Kamila from Algeria, well, she's a full-time witch. She doesn't do anything with her life except spend all my father's money.

In fact she was my mother's best friend, she was always at home, when my mother died she was always there to comfort me and one day she told my father that as she was widowed he could marry her so she could take better care of me. At first dad refused because he said he loved mom too much to remarry but I begged him and then he gave in. But I'm so sorry I said that... Since she married my father she makes my life hell she hits me and insults me basically I'm her pain brimstone and if I tell my father she starts crying and saying that I don't love him and that I make him miserable when he's not there and he believes her I think she's bewitched this witch.

My half-sisters: Aya is 18 and in her final year. She's a real witch like mother like daughter. She's been giving me such a hard time ever since she came to live with me. And Sali 16, she's in second year, she's the only one I've spotted in this house, she's super nice to me, she's not at all like her mother and sister, I think she was switched at birth mdrr. These are Kamila's daughters from her first marriage. Their father is Malian.

My bestie

Lyse: 17, American/Malian, she's my second, the sister I never had. she's in the same class as me.

I think I've come full circle...

I'm going to tell you my story of how she ruined my life by trampling it with her louboutins....

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