Medira paces the bedroom. She isn’t in a mood to deal with that old man right now, but she also knows enough about him to know that he doesn’t take kindly to women who don’t do as he says.
Take his daughter for instance. She found herself married to a man she didn’t want… Her man, as a matter of fact!
“Get out here!” His voice bursts through her door, and she rolls her eyes. If she had known marriage to him was on the cards, she would never have agreed to accept his help!
“Fine!” She regrets the tone of her voice the moment she opens the door and sees his angry face.
“I don’t want this either, but you cleverly thought that you could fake a pregnancy and get away with it! Now I have to clean your damn mess.” He grabs her by her elbow and pushes her to walk in front of him.
“Let. Me. GO
