family, I, the supposed excited bride-to-be, sat like a lifeless figure in a corner. Surrounded by gift-wrapped boxes and balloons, I observed as the girls mi
ing. Let me sleep toni
aled. Tomorrow, I would marry Maverick Novak, a man fifteen years my senior, whose first four wi
, breaking through my thoughts. With a forced smile, I responded, "
I walked out, I overheard one of Maverick's relatives whispering, "She's
r!" retorted one of my cousins with d
ught me nothing but anguish. My elaborate wedding dress hung in the closet, a creation from the most e
uck me. Instead of praying for death, perhaps I could es
nsequences. My father held immense power, and defying him on such a momentous occasion would invite severe repercussions. Once the v
The challenge now lay in eluding my father's vigilant guards, stationed at every entrance and exit of t
ence, leading to the animal farm, where I could shift into my
piciously as I emerged from my room. Thinki
igned distress. "Some herbal tea from th
in acknowledgment. "Make it quick," he mutt
headed straight for the backyard. The first phase of my escape went smoothly. I shifted into Kia
senses. Shaking off the filth, she clambered out and hurried toward the main fence, line
ursuit. Without hesitation, I bolted into the darkness, leaving the mansion and its secrets