From Hatred

The right to choose is not a luxury available to me. I have to marry a cruel, spoiled son of a rich man—and I’m so afraid of him that I’m ready for anything! Even to bring shame upon myself… For the first time in my life, this is my choice, and I knew which man to go to. Each time I look into his eyes, I see only hatred and contempt—the reason for which I will never be able to learn. For him, I am unworthy, which means he will only be glad to ruin my life and stain my honor! But I was wrong… and I underestimated the limits of his hatred.