"You may kiss the bride," the priest announced, and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I said to him two days ago rang in my ears. "I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight." His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without a word from his mouth. He forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, no, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward and raised my chin with his forefinger. I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. I was disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment. Liam pulled away from my lips with the same rude smile intact on his face. "I made you mine, baby girl, and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly. My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes.