"Let go of me," I yelled, struggling against her grip, but it was useless. The recent events left me weak, and my body aches from yesterday's events.
"How dare you embarrass me in front of him? You are so lucky he agreed to marry a slut like you." My stepmother said, her grip loosening a little.
I took that opportunity to push her away. "How can you treat me this way? You expect me to marry a man old enough to be my grandfather," I asked, my voice a little broken.
"Why are you acting like it's something terrible? He's rich and it will be your honor to marry him, and you only have to do a few house chores and satisfy him in bed".
"If he is that great, why don't you ask Vera to marry him, or better still, marry him yourself? Nothing you do or say will make me agree to this, I'd rather d
