Her slow steps walked down that aisle, which was taking her to that sinner, who had turned her entire life into a sin, and no matter how slowly she strided, that aisle finally shoved her in the arms of her cruel destination.
“Take care of my daughter, Zaiden. I am handing my life to you,” Cyra heard her father saying to him, while putting her hand over his.
“Your life is my life, Mr Merciez,” he uttered, peering into her emerald eyes, whereas his hand tightly held her hand, and helped her in getting up on the aisle.
Cyra, standing in front of him, kept her eyes down because she didn't want to look into his eyes to see his victory and her defeat. He had defeated her. He had made her lose every single thing.
She had lost to him, completely and in every possible way.
“Do you, Mr Zaiden A
