“Why is nobody talking, huh?” Ayana snapped after a moment of dreadful silence. They were right there, staring at her as if she were an entertaining character in a live soap opera, which was not what Ayana needed. She needed answers. She needed them to come out clean and tell her what sort of deal they had made on her freedom yet again. “I said I was not marrying that sick bastard of De'Leon, and I meant every single word of it. So if you are here to offer me freedom on the grounds of me belittling myself to that man’s rotten stature and caliber, you are wasting your time,” she affirmed, anger boiling in her. Her face was turning red from ear to ear.
“Then so be it. You don’t want to marry him? Then fine. We won’t impose on you again.” The amount of mockery and shock that slapped her with
