Returning every sin

02

The hot rage within me roils like a storm, threatening to consume me. I can hear my father's words echoing in my head, and I feel like punching a hole through the wall.

But I know it's not just my future that hangs in the balance – it's my family's legacy, our very survival. I have no choice but to do as my father says.

I sit on my bed, feeling the weight of this responsibility settle on my shoulders. I try to imagine what my life will be like married to Rossi – a man I know nothing about except for his reputation as being ruthless and unpredictable.

The idea of being trapped in a loveless marriage with a dangerous criminal is too much to bear. I feel like screaming, but I can't – I have to keep my head down and play my part, no matter how much it hurts.

I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing thoughts. I have a month to come to terms with this, and I need to be strong.

For now, all I can do is bide my time and wait for the ceremony. I don't know what the future holds, but I know it will be filled with danger and uncertainty – and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

But I also know that I won't go down without a fight – and I'll do everything in my power to protect those I care about, even if it means marrying a monster.

I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror before turning off the light. I don't know what the future holds, but I know one thing for certain – this is just the beginning of my fight.

Suddenly, I'm filled with a burning fury – a mixture of anger and frustration. Why is it always me? Why am I always the one who has to sacrifice?

As I lie in bed, the hot tears spill down my cheeks, my vision blurred by my emotions. I can feel the burning rage inside me, a ball of fire that threatens to consume me.

How can my father do this to me? How can he expect me to marry a man like Rossi – a criminal with a reputation for brutality and corruption?

I feel a sense of betrayal wash over me – a betrayal that cuts deep, like a knife in my heart. I thought my father loved me, but now I'm not so sure.

As I lie there, sobbing into my pillow, I know that I can't just let this happen. I have to do something – anything – to stop it.

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I wake up to Julia, one of our 'Housewives' drawing the curtains of my bedroom, the tear's that fell from my eye's last night dried around my cheeks.

"Goodmorning, Ms Woods." Julia greets, I give her a soft smile, rubbing my eye's to hopefully wake myself up.

"You're Mother has asked me to inform you that you must be downstairs' soon, I have picked an outfit for you." She gesture's to the small white dress layed on the bottom of my bed, spaghetti straps and speck's of silver running through the thin fabric.

Suddenly, the weight of the situation I'm in hits me again like a punch in the chest. I have to face my father today and ask him to call off the betrothal.

"Thank you, Julia," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I force myself to sit up and swing my feet over the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.

As I get dressed in the white dress Julia brought me, I wonder how I'm going to face my father. What do I even say to him?

As I make my way downstairs, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the hollow halls of the mansion, I feel a knot form in my stomach. I know this is going to be a difficult conversation, but I can't back down now.