7

Cressida

Neither Of us said a word to one another as Savaş returned to driving to the party.

I mean… I don't know what to say. This was so fucking missed up, the whole idea of me and this man in one place is one thing but him taking ownership of me as if I was some kind of object is a whole other thing.

And the whole him being my father's enemy's son didn't leave my mind as well because it made me feel like everyone knew everything about my life but my own self and worse is that they refuse to tell me anything.

Why are they doing this to me? Do I really look too weak in their eyes to the point where they think I couldn't handle a single truth and if only I was asking for too much, all I'm asking for is my life… the one that I forgot.

It's not like I chose to forget everything.

"You're not going to tell me anything about my past are you? If you know about it." I whispered and for a moment I would think he didn't hear it but the silence in the car was begging to be filled with any sou