ne. She stared at Ethan's name blinking
hoice. She ha
whispered, her
tone was light, warm, the sound of
... I need to talk to you
slightly. "Okay. Meet me at the ca
eeting his eyes. Ethan's jaw was set, his brow furrowed, but th
ard. "My father... he's
. Ethan's hand froze mid-sip of his c
acked, a mix of anger and sho
ng her lip. "To..
et. Ethan slammed his palm on the w
ed. "Ethan,
floor. "He can't just-he can't decide your life f
spill. "I... I hate it. I hate him! I hat
re not alone in this. I won't let him-no one-take you away from me." His eyes b
s been her safe place. But the fear of her father's wrath, o
hat to do," she whisp
e have to. I don't care what your father says. I don't care who M
er. But deep down, a sliver of doubt had already begun to form. Her father's warning echoed in her m
e it impossible. She loved him-but fear, obligation, and the
ping it tightly. "We'll find a way,
, though the words felt holl
man she was supposed to marry had always been silently watching h
unwanted thought whispered: What i
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