Prolog

I'm Amara Cristal. It's my birthday; I'm 22 years old. I took a deep breath looking at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is straight black. No matter how much I tie my hair, it remains straight and never tangles. This is the confusion I had from the day I was born. My skin is white porcelain because I rarely come out of the house. The blue iris of my eyes is similar to my dad's. My chin is pointed because my face is oval, and I have a lip line like Selena Gomez.

"Happy birthday to me" I welcomed the morning without any beautiful surprises, I just blew out the scented candles I burned, and my birthday celebrations ended. "Amara, Amara," shouted a very familiar voice. She banged on my door roughly as usual.

"Yeah, Mom," ​​I answered, opening the room door. My mom immediately doused me with water. "Are you Insane? You just woke up at this time. I told you there is an important guest and you are not doing your job? Tidy up yourself and go to the living room. Now," snapped my mom.

"Home sweet home. Huh, what's the use of all the maids? I still do my job," I grumbled to myself. I'm used to facing days like this. I took a shower, then put on my usual tunic dress, no make-up other than the morning skincare that I usually wear. "Oh Shiit, I lost my necklace again. Where I put the necklace ", I looked to the corner of my room. Dad's first gift necklace to me was the only present I received when I was ten years old.

"I am Sorry, Lady Amara. Madame is waiting for you "the maid came to call me. I sighed heavily because Mom must have been very angry with me. I rushed to the living room. My breath was gasping. I immediately stood up straight when I saw a guest sitting in the living room.

Mom came over to me, grabbed my arm "This is our daughter, Amara," said Mom. Honestly, I was fixated on the guy in the tuxedo suit. With a firm face a slightly brown skin, it was clear that he was often sunbathing. His hair is combed back, even though it looks thick. His chest is broad, and I'm sure there is an 8 pack stomach hidden under his clothes. His eyes are slightly rounded but sharp.

"Oh my God, is this the thing called falling in love at first sight?" I thought to myself. I don't understand why, but there is a sense of urgency in my chest. And I was helplessly obsessed and concluding that I had fallen in love with that man.

"This disgusting weak woman who will become my wife? Just because I was forced to make you my wife, "the man said firmly to me. I gasped, not understanding "what?" I asked, confused. Mom is getting rough gripping my arm. "This is Raka, your future husband. Be nice," Mom whispered. I turned to look at Dad, and Dad just smiled sweetly at me.

It looks like I've made a big mistake in my life. I fell in love with a man with a sharp mouth like a sword,