Helena’s pov:
“You see, you are a woman and the difference between you and me is that, I’m not helpless like you are! Men are filthy bastards and if they see any delight before their eyes, they have the power to make the fantasies in their head come true no matter how much the delight of a woman fights.
If you can’t defend yourself against men then don’t get any closer to one!”
Those words echoed in my head and something took over me that I slapped Tyrese and also threw a vase at him. Why does it feel like I have ruined my life with my own hands? This man, who treats women as object is going to be my husband and I don’t want to feel this helpless and objectified by someone for the rest of my life.
My senses came back to me when I saw the blood dripping on the floor. I looked up to see
