I was crying. Cried so much, I felt like yanking my hair off my scalp.
Why the f**k is everybody lying against me? I didn't run away with my parents money, I didn't get married to Mr Fernandez just because he has money. I don't even know the man from nowhere. My parents were the ones who planned the flash marriage in place of my sister Nala.
This is none of my fault.
Why the hell is everyone blaming me for something I didn't do?
"My parents were the...argh!!" Someone yanked my hair from behind, pulling me towards my room, as if to silence me from talking.
It was Nala.
"Let go of me! Let go of me, you b***h!"
She pushed me into my room and slapped me hard across my face.
"You w***e! Take whatever belongings you want to take and leave the house for me and my parents."
"You
