Married To The Ruthless

Freya POV 

"Hurry up bitch! You think I got the whole time in the world for this shit you are doing?" 

That's Evelyn, my half-sister. Being a half-sister would have been like she treated me like a sister—at least half the time—but that isn't the case. So far, all she has done is yell at me, pull me by the hair,  call me all sorts of names, and ditch around the phone. Her fingerprints are still on my left cheek for trying to talk back at her—what a stupid thing for me to do.

As a matter of fact, she lived to cause me pain. Every breath she took sent a shiver down my spine and her only source of pleasure was found in tormenting me; and it would be unfair to call her a half-sister. 

But since I was adopted by some wicked parents who were no different from her—they are worse—there isn't any choice than accept the cruel card dealt on me by the moon goddess. 

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time. That's the only thing I could do. Not much. In fact, nothing. Even at this, I still need to be careful. I wouldn't want to lock eyes with the contemptuous face she wore. My skin, although pale, was already littered with scars and bruises and I don't think it needs any right now. Besides, a few hours from now, I would be walking down the aisle with a complete stranger. 

Yes. A total stranger because my good-for-nothing adopted parents didn't see it fit to break the identity of whoever I'm marrying. 

But I have no problem with that. I am used to being treated like trash. Well, being a trash would have been better since they are left alone, and left to rot in the bins but that isn't my case. And Evelyn, rather than help me get ready for the unfortunate wedding, happening on an unfortunate day, all she has actually done is piss me off. But her words meant nothing to me unlike when they did some thirteen years ago. 

Bitch.