Melanin's POV
“Marry me?” I asked with widened eyes.
"Yes, if truly that child in your womb is his, then he will have to marry you because he wants the child to be legitimate " she explained, and panic filled my entire being.
"Marry me," I whispered to myself. I never thought of that. "Calm down, you are panicking," Zoey pleaded, but I couldn't.
The thought of getting married to the king brought intense fear all over my body. How can I marry a man who hates and despises me? What will my life turn out to be?
"It could turn out well," Olivia spoke, provoking me further. "Can you please keep quiet? You are not helpful," I yelled, filled with frustration.
With panic, I paced around the room, wondering what I would do to get myself out of this mess.
As I continued to pace, my mind raced
