I have been abused by my father for years. Now he had forced me to marry Bryce. He was the son of my father's business partner.

If I didn't marry Bryce, my father would sell my little sister to one of his friends. Who are much older than her.

I couldn't allow that. That's Why I agreed to the marriage with Bryce. He couldn't like me from the first moment.

He thought I was a gold digger. He was mean and unfriendly to me. But he didn't know that I was forced into this marriage and had no other choice.

But I remained silent. I didn't dare to say anything. I was afraid that he was like my father.

"What happened to your face?" he asks me with a serious look when I got into the car.

His gaze stuck to my cheek and I knew what he saw. A big red spot. My father's handprint.