Eighteen

ARABELLA.

The food tasted awful in my mouth. However, I did not blame the chef but my taste buds. I feel like my belly was used to not having any food anymore. I managed to swallow a few spoons. Jack made me attempt to eat it anyway, it wasn't like I was hungry. After he was gone, I just dropped the spoon with an uninterested expression. I resumed looking around the room, it was a beautiful room. I have never been opportune to be in a room like this, it was always meant for the high calibers.

I had to share a house with my stepmother and bathrooms. My personal room was very small and disorganized yet I did not complain. I was happy with Rhys. I thought that I would end up with him. And I believed my life would be better with him. This was until he took my sister as a mate. Then I was accused of killing his father and now, I was sold to a strange man.

I sighed and stood. There was a balcony in the room and I walked to it. I looked over the balcony.

I did want to kill myself b