Lily's POV.
Tears stung my eyes as I moved around the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make for my stupid fiancé. My body seemed to have developed a mind of its own because no matter how hard I tried to curb my desire, nothing seemed to be working. A little bit of m**********n would have eased me up, but I'm following orders. I wanted to defy him, to say "fvck him and whatever he wants to do," but I was dead scared of the repercussions.
Letting out a frustrated groan, I dropped onto the stool closest to me. I've wanted to revolt all my life, but no matter how hard I tried, I never got the courage. The fear of what would happen never allowed me to act. My mother was there, and I didn't want to do anything that would hurt her because we only had each other.
"Ma'am." A voice called,
