Chapter 8

Noella’s POV

Alpha Austin pinched under my palm, and I regained consciousness. It’s surreal that I zoned out on my fake wedding day.

“Do you swear in the presence of God and his holiness to take Mr. Austin as your lovely husband, rich and poor, better for worse, till death do you apart?” The priest questioned me again.

“Yes, I do,” I said steadily, and he shifted his gaze to Austin.

“Do you swear in the presence of God and his holiness to take her as your lovely wife, rich and poor, better for worse, till death do you apart?” The priest questioned him holistically.

“Yes,” he said bluntly, as if he were being forced to speak.

And the priest proceeded to the next item: we bowed to the church, our relatives, and ourselves.

Then we set out to leave Abel’s yard.

I’m finally leaving the place where I have been bonded and maltreated for almost half of my life.

To think of it, I smiled happily not because I’m married but because I