Chapter 11 A New Perspective

• I thought about it for a moment, it finally clicked in my head. “That’s why you never said no,” I said, “When my mother proposed the idea of marrying me off to you.” The truth was that I didn’t really know Vincent at all. He was someone who had been watching me for three years and jumped at the first opportunity to marry me.
• “I’m not a property, Vincent,” I said firmly, making sure he understood exactly where I stood.
• Vincent sighed, ruffling his hair with his hand. He spoke softly, calmly, this side of him he showed to me days ago. Vincent is all ‘shades of confusing.’ One minute he’s the strict, cold, stubborn, intimidating and powerful man and next he’s this. The second time, I see this person.