Chapter 63

As I stood there, my heart pounding against my ribcage, I was utterly shocked. The words she spoke seemed to hang in the air, surreal and unbelievable. At first, I couldn't fathom that any of it could be true. How could it?

She wanted me to go with her, to meet her master. A master who, to my astonishment and horror, turned out to be none other than my own father. The same father who had cast me aside the moment I drew my first breath, who had never shown me an ounce of love or compassion. The very same man who had orchestrated the demise of my beloved mother.

The enormity of her request weighed heavily on my mind. To confront the man who had caused me so much pain, who had shaped my life in ways I couldn't begin to comprehend, seemed like an insurmountable task.

As I weighed my options, the thought of marrying Clyde solely for the purpose of revenge seemed like a tempting prospect. After all, what better way to make him pay for the pain he had caused me than to tie him to me for li