ANTALYA'S POV
Raymond's hand went slack around my throat, his face going completely white.
Oh God. I just made everything so much worse.
"What did you just say?" Raymond's voice was barely a whisper, his blue eyes wide with shock.
I gasped for air, my throat burning from his grip. "I... I was supposed to marry into your family."
"That's impossible," Raymond said, but his voice lacked conviction. "You're lying again."
He doesn't believe me. Of course he doesn't believe me.
"I'm not lying," I croaked, my voice hoarse. "Why would I make up something like that?"
Raymond released me completely, stepping back like I was something toxic. "Because you're a manipulative little—"
"Look at me," I interrupted, my hands moving to my hair. "Really look at me."
This is it. No more hiding.
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