Chapter 8

Violet's POV

‘How dare he!? I am shy!? Like hell! Who the hell is he to make assumptions about me and spread them over the damn media?’

“Is this some sick joke?” I asked Mum who made an apologetic face.

“Apparently not.” She sighed.

I am so infuriated right now. I just want to punch that piece of shit who thinks he can own me like a possession but I won’t let it.

“What does he think of himself? Molding me into what he wants? Who is he to say this?” I growled, losing my forbearance with this insane man.

“Damn lunatic.” I will do whatever I can to show him hell, for forcing me into his life.

He thinks he can twist reality as if it's clay the way he wants. Telling nothing but lies.

“How dare he- Wait a minute, outside a bakery... Bakery..” I paused when my heart rate dropped in horror.

“Violet..?” Mama called, worried about my perturbation.

“The guy I met on your birthday… remember I told you about him… The guy I bumped into a