“I'm not going to get married to him father," my voice resounded against the cold slab of the tiles in the room. You've nothing, Rory, I'm not going to let you marry him that peasant Rory,” my father's voice thundered back, regenerating through the room. I stared at the people in the room, my eyes dimming with tears. “You've two options Rory, marry that peasant and lose everything you own as a Mcllory or marry the man I want you to. My father said and I stilled at his words, but I was adamant. I'm marrying him father, I said and turned to walk out of the room. However, my marriage life was much more terrible than I'd ever thought and all hell was let loose when my dearest husband sold me off.