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come
've finally dec
ien Dmitri, with a group of lawyers. H
id, his voice a low, silky drawl that always managed to make my ski
ch of a choice, d
wing smile. "Not really. I have
the cards. My father already had accrued a huge loan from him and couldn't pay it bac
e corner shifted uncomfortably. My father
a shiver down my spine. I stood my ground, refusing to
ou and yo
gh" My fathe
e of the lawyers shuffled some papers and beckoned one of his assistants for another document. A sense of drama filled
r commanded, his ga
em do this," I said to my f
our family's safety " He flinched,
s for the good of our family". H
is over with as quickly as possible. We w
of composure onto my face. "What are the t
ee. "Let's discuss the... finer details, shall we?" H
ather's lawyer. The man had a tall frame, was dre
looks up and mumbles something in Dad's ea
ts, my anger shining through
cument " my
e last century. I swallowed my pride and then
made my way to the exit. As I opened the door to
u blind" A
lready feel
you're goin
oons. He stood before me, an imposing figure in a perfectly tailo
!" my dad ordered, haltin
d as I stepped ba
ith Ryan Dmitri for
s name, I murm
u had been seeing each other before you got married. We need
" He turned towards me, a thin smile curving his li
..." I screamed,
is i
him, of being subjected to his pres
streaking my makeup. "All you think about is
raised his hands ready to hit me. I stiffened my body, getting rea
. My father tumbled backward, holding his cheek, his back hitting the
movements a sharp contrast to what he just did. He took one step toward my
ached into a black duffel bag in his back pocket
ger in them. He turned to me, pleading in his eyes. Ryan gra
laimed, flipping the knife op
ds sending chills down my spine. My father struggled to
, and the blood had now
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