Samantha's pov
It was a few days to the wedding and I paced around the room. I knew that it was going to be hard. There was a lot of things involved. I either had to marry him, or run away. Knowing fully well that once married to him, I wouldn't be ever free again, I plotted a way to slow things down.
Truly, I didn't know what else to do about it. I stayed for a while, my face in a string frown. If only there was a way to delay everything. No matter what happened, I couldn't belong to Richard I couldn't allow that happen.
I shook my head continuously, running my hands through my hair. Only the comos knew what was going on with me. I couldn't even explain it. I was having a lot on my mind at this point.
"I need to do something. I can't stay like this. If I do, I'll be married to the mon
