𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄.

You and Rafe. Bound by marriage until you die. You were a Pogue and he was a Kook. How ironic. Your father, a drunken abuser agreed to sell you off to Ward Cameron.

It was to gain more fame. More power. More money. People would think it was legitimate. Would believe you two actually loved one another.

Rafe hated you. You knew that much. He hated everyone, so including you. Maybe it was because you were quiet or your voice was soft.

You were in his bedroom, changing for the after party. You hated loud noises and loud places, especially alcohol. Your hands were shaking, struggling to zip up your dress.