Ivory Pov
"You f*****g filthiest b***h, Did you really think that I loved you and I was f*****g dying to marry you. You were nothing but a preplanned key to my success, A way to my unstable business. Your piece of bloody s**t.
I was hidden behind the black pair of a sofa set in my living room holding Clara, my doll to my chest. Mom forced me to swear upon her that whatever happens but I wouldn't dare to come outside, she always made sure that whenever her husband creates any fuss my appearance seems nil.
My stepdad was shouting at my mom before he aimed his silver metallic gun to her, rage dripping all over from his sinful face, his eyes were bloodshot yet dangerous, he was a real-life beast, a monster
Mom was crying harder and begging him to let her go, her dark grey eyes swoon on the
