Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

“No big deal. I can teach you. Shall we begin your lessons?” The man grabbed a glass from the table and filled it to the brim with liquor. He held it up to her lips.

Camila turned her head to the side in an attempt to dodge him, but the man clamped his free arm around her and held her still.

“Let go of me!” She struggled against him with all that she had. She would have succeeded, too, if Isaac didn’t choose that moment to intervene.

“It is your duty to entertain my guests. If you can’t even manage this much, then just fuck off already!” Isaac was leaning forward in his seat, and the play of light and shadows in the room lent a sinister quality to his features.

All this time, Camila had foolishly believed that her husband would dismiss her as some piece of trash, unworthy of his time and attention.

Never had she expected him to actively make her life miserable.

“Fine. I’ll drink it.” She pushed the man away and took the glass.

stared at the Liquid for one tense moment, then gulped it all down in one

sensation in its trail. Even now, seconds later, she felt as though there was a fireball

pursed her lips, trying to stave off

one,

“can I just take

for her eyes to be arrested by another pair a few feet away. Isaac’s gaze was dark and unfathomable. Camila froze despite herself. Had he made it his life’s mission to

glee. He snaked his other arm around Camila and grinned at her. This time, she didn’t

Willie walked

I don’t think…

to force her hand and make her agree to divorce, but surely he didn’t mean for her to be taken advantage of by a

glanced sideways at Willie and said, “Do you really think she’s

dare they foist an impure woman on