Arranged
r that he was going to take me out, Jacob led me to
didn't even care; I was still processing the painful truth that Jacob told me last n
o a restaurant. Turning off the ignition Jacob and I got out of the car. Without a
, there was nothing to say. It was clear that once I married Jacob I'd be nothing but a slave. A
ou?" Jacob
oking at him, too focused on my mother's
like I wanted this either; my grand father just said tha
rom your father, he straight out
ally called your father and said that either he
ars welled up in my eyes as I heard Jacob's words. If he was telling the
keep my voice from breaking. Jacob should never
am telling the truth," Jacob replied. I
, Emila.
t this marriage any more than I did, then that means I was going to be a slave in his family - an o
marry me...what are you g
wish I could kill him with my own hands for not being able to pay us the money...but, I will never love you like a husband loves his wife. And if love is w
why you would never be able to love me, you can't love someone by force..
nt anybody insulting me or tre
f my marital life, I'd be okay with that. I just didn
those spoilt, whiny girls that demand to be loved, because I don't want to wa
ying, his words still hurt. "Jacob? Uh...is it okay if I call you Jaco
being on the first name basis is okay,"
e to love me like a husband loves his wife, but you can share your problems with me and talk to me about anything, as your wife, I'll support you in everything," I told him. It didn't m
ell of food made my mouth water. As soon as the waiter placed o
small talk and mainly discussed the we
g enough to handle this