17

J A D E

It was finally the day of the ball and I had concluded that I wasn’t going. No dress, the bruise on my face and the anger I was feeling deep in my chest was enough reason for me to sit my butt in the house.

I didn’t want to see anyone, so I locked my bedroom door and threw the key somewhere in the closet. I would have a hard time looking for it, but for now I didn’t care one bit.

I couldn’t sleep all through the night and finally decided to get up from bed at 6am after hours of staring at the ceiling blankly. I finally decided to wash my body, the events from last night still replaying in my head.

I couldn’t believe the man I had trusted with everything in me could do such a monstrous thing to me. What did I do to deserve such treatment? Was his good guy appearance all a facade to fool me into falling in love with him? To fall in love with a side of him that doesn’t and never existed?

I had trusted Markov and that had been my biggest mistake. He was my mate. He was supposed