Chapter Eleven: The Bastard

The nerve of that asshole, I swear to fucking God.

Jacob mother-fucking Broder needed to mind his own fucking business and shove his nose back in his ass before I did it for him. Prince Charming, knight in shining armor, and bodyguard. Those seemed to be his only roles in his relationship with Leia.

He was always treating her like she was some delicate, fragile, breakable artifact or something when she was anything but that.

Leia was a strong-minded, independent, and intelligent woman. She never failed to speak her mind or confront others when they were treating others like shit. Unless it was me, of course. That was when she avoided my presence as much as she possibly could.

And as annoying as it was, she was also incredibly passionate about what she loved and cherished the most, always excited to share whatever brought her joy. Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl..