Five Years Ago
That night, I cried until my body ached. My mind kept racing, searching for a way out. How do I stop this?
I couldn’t tell Asher. If I did, my parents would die. My father, my family—so many innocent lives were on the line. I loved my dad. I couldn’t be the reason he gets killed.
So what do I do? What do I do?
I spent the whole night searching. Google, t****k, i********:—I went through everything, looking for ideas, stories, and anything that could help me. But no one had a guide on how to escape an arranged mafia marriage to your boyfriend’s father.
By the time morning came, I hadn’t slept at all. But I had an idea.
I forced myself to act normal when Asher called me. I laughed, joked, and pretended nothing was wrong. I told him about a little diner outside the city—o
