Incompetent fools!

ITHRA’S POV

I was dressed in a mini black ball gown and waiting to be dragged to the altar.

Because that was the only way I’d step my foot out of this prison.

I heard the sound of the door click and I turned around to meet the face of the one who ruined my life - Or was about to ruin my life.

“How dare you appear before me?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

“Calla.” He called softly, closing the door behind him and headed for me. “Are you still being difficult?”

Difficult? He thought I was being difficult? The hell?!

“Let me go,” I demanded with fiery eyes. “I do not belong here.”

A wave of rage passed through his eyes but he blinked it off. “Are you ready to be mine - body mind and soul?” He asked, tracing my face with his filthy hands.

I fought the urge to spit in his face as I answered. “Over my dead body.”