Ashley
I looked at my father, my gaze pleading for him to take back his word and stop this marriage from happening. He wasn't even looking at us, and I knew one thing... I just need to face the reality, he has made up his mind.
Inhaling sharply, I stared back at the man in front of me with so much anger and pain. "I... do," the word trembled out of my lips. It takes immense strength to make such a decision in the face of adversity.
"Do you, Damien Albrecht, accept Ashley..."
"We are done," Damien barked out, shutting the priest who quivered in fear, having him swallow the rest of his words.
He gave me a long disgusted look, not bothered to hide his remark. I shrank back a bit under his fierce look, "I think that we're done here, I have to go home with my wife," he snorted,
