Soon, the time for the families to meet has arrived and Cassandra felt she would never be ready. This was going to be held in Eshno’s Villa, where she and her parents would come and greet him.
Normally, the groom would greet the bride’s family to show respect to them (not the bride, just the family) but Eshno decided that it should be done at his house instead.
Jacoba really needed Eshno’s partnership to ensure that demand for their own products, so her father and mother followed his wishes like fools.
In any case, the fact that they agreed to do this put the entire family in a humble position. Eshno became even more blatant in consequence.
He looked at her with such sticky eyes that it was no different from actually touching her. Her stomach dropped, making her want to vomit again.
"So beautiful…" he said, stepping forward. Raising his palms as if he wanted to touch her face.
She immediately stepped away. "Please stop," she said, as nicely as she could, even when her stomach tumbled at his mere proximity.
Tradition allowed a man and a woman to meet before the wedding. However, they were not to touch. This was what calmed her down even if she knew she’d have to meet with him.
"Yes, yes, you must be shy," he said, grinning. He didn’t seem to see nor care for her discomfort, extending his oily hands to touch her face again.
She stepped back, avoiding his hand again. "Please, it is against tradition."
He frowned and looked around. His frown transformed into a sneer when he saw that no one from Jacoba’s side seemed to care about this tradition. Of course, neither did his side.
"Who cares about that—"
He said, hurriedly grabbing her. When she instinctively avoided, he just gestured to carry her.
She screamed, moving by reflex. "How dare you!" She yelled. She immediately slapped him by instinct, creeped out by the feeling of his hands on hers.
Although their levels were similar, this guy was incredibly weak. Her slap caused him to fall down, making the people in the room gasp.
"SIR!"
"CASSANDRA!" Her parents yelled, looking at her as if she had done something heinous.
Cassandra paled, her heart dropping. "I—"
The humiliation was naturally not something Eshno would let pass. He glared at her, slapping the floor under him. "Tie her up! I want her on my bed, NOW!!"
Cassandra’s eyes widened. No! This was not in the plan! She didn’t have her potion yet! She was not ready!!
She paled when she saw the guards—not just his, but also from her family—approach her, intending to hold her down. She was soon surrounded and her hopes to escape had become nill.
It felt like her blood froze, the reality of the situation sinking in.
"No! Stop!!" she yelled, stepping back and prepared to shield herself as necessary. She kicked the nearest person on the shin, and she even used the skills she learned from the family to defend herself.
"YOU!" her father yelled, eyes red. However, instead of appreciation, he looked humiliated. It was a face that asked: How dare she use the family skill, especially to ruin his plans?!
She had become desperate in her struggle, especially when stronger guards surrounded her, holding her arms and her legs.
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