Rebecca knows perfectly well what breaking this commitment implies. Her power is real, it's not an illusion. She knows it's a card she can play against me. And that infuriates me even more.
My jaw tightens, my free hand clenches into a fist, showing the whiteness of my knuckles.
Because to me, Rebecca is not just the payment of a past debt, not just the weight of family expectations. She is... mine. And that obsession consumes me in ways I don't know how to control.
It consumes me so much that I don't dare to say out loud the real reason I want her by my side.
My father's silence feels like a condemnation. When he looks at me that way, I feel like he's seeing through all the concrete walls I've worked so hard to build over the years.
"Not her anymore?" The words come out sharp, like t
