your father forces you to marry your enemy, assuring you that it's difficult for a mute girl like you to find a husband. you fall in love with him, not knowing that he hates you.

you smiled, your hand on the door, heart racing at the thought of seeing him. Your husband. you're about to step into his arms.

"So what's this?" A rough teasing voice. "You're in love with her now? Didn't you marry her just to mess with her brother?" Your hand freezez on the door.

"Love her? You thing i could ever love that useless, silent thing i call my wife? The only relief i get is the fact that she can't speak. The way she looks at me, though... that pathetic, needy gaze—God, i swear, every time i see it, i just want to drove a bullet into her head. so no, Jay. I don't love her."

He hates you. He hates you. He hates you. His hatred has always been there, hidden beneath every touch, very smile, every kiss, even when he made love to you.

The pitcher of roses slips from your fingers and shatters on the floor. The next second, the door swings open, and his eyes widen in shock.

"love?"