Chapter 13

Hazel’s POV

Zooming into thoughts.

I sat in the warm pool of water, scent of roses and lavender infiltrated my nostrils. I watched the maid placing few oils and a silk white fabric on chair nearby. It was supposed to calm me as she said but the problem was—

It wasn’t.

Every muscle of my body was trembling with newfound fear. My hands instinctively slapped on my neck as again sharp stinging sensation rippled through the fiber of my skin. It had been half an hour since the unrealistic, drastic wedding took place and I was immediately escorted back to the room, which my tormentors had decided to bless me with.

The maid, whose name I came to learn was Ria, helped me out of my bloody dress. What was the purpose of getting me ready if in the end all I was going to get was humiliation, embarrassment with loads of terror? I hadn’t seen any of them since the time they tore my dignity apart, claimed my soul in front of strangers, hum