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Spencer looked at the plate in front of her. Her mother had put all her love and hard work into that meal, she could tell. They never ate such extravagant food. She had given her the most tender piece of meat, which she probably cooked to comfort her, but she couldn't eat it. Not even one bite. Her stomach turned in all directions. She felt nauseous.

Her father just dropped a bomb on her. She was told that she was to marry someone she had never met before. Someone she didn't love. Someone who was a pariah to society. The 'one-handed monster' that's what the people in town called that someone.

A man who was known as Kristof Sutherfield.

Besides that, being famed for being a freak, he was also well-known for being the wealthiest man in the country.

Kristof wasn't liked by the people of class, for he had no class like they did. He held no title, like a mayor or a vice president. He gained his fortune by earning it with his own hands, or better yet, single-handedly.

The man only had one hand! His left hand was missing. He also had a big scar on his face. A flaw.

Running from his eyebrow, all the way down. It reached almost to the corner of his mouth.

The people in town told all kinds of tales about the man's missing hand. They said the devil ate it himself. Or that when Kristof was disobedient as a child, his mother chopped it off with an ax!

However, nobody knew the true story…

Though the people cruelly talked about Kristof's appearance behind his back all the time, he was also loved by them up to a certain degree. He helped them financially, even when their mayor wouldn't. They loved him for his money and praised him for that. But that's all they wanted from him.

"I will not do it, I won't marry him," Spencer spoke softly.

It was just so surreal to her.

"Yes, you will!" her father commanded, not tolerating any backtalk from his daughter. His firstborn.

Theo was offered a large amount of money for this arranged marriage. Of course, he didn't want his daughter to be unhappy, but the family was financially struggling and he had more children to take care of.

His daughter had always been popular and lots of people wanted to marry her. The beauty of Spencer, now twenty-one years old, was known all over the town.

Theo had always refused proposals, but this time the amount of money that was offered was so huge, that he just couldn't refuse.

"Kristof is a fine man. Wealthy, kind, generous, and somehow willing to marry a disobedient brat like you."

"A fine man? Do you know what the people in town say about him? How can I marry someone like that? Mother, tell him! Tell him I can't and I won't do it!" Spencer referred to her mother, screaming.

Her mother desperately looked at her. She had tears in her eyes and her lower lip was trembling, but she couldn't talk back to her husband because she also knew they had more children to take care of. So she said nothing.

Spencer’s younger brothers and sister were in the kitchen too, where the atmosphere was thick with tension. Their faces were crestfallen, all they could do was look down. She felt betrayed by her own family.

"I'm going to Roan," she announced, no longer able to sit with these people anymore.

She needed air.

"Be back here tonight or I will hunt you down, Spencer. The marriage will be in two days. Kristof himself will pick us up tomorrow evening."

"What?!"

"You heard me."

Two days her father had said? Spencer couldn't believe it. As she pushed away from the table with heavy stomps, her breathing came with difficulty.

Swinging the door open, she left the somber home without closing the door behind her. She started running towards the forest.

She wanted Roan. That was the man she loved. She cursed that man named Kristof. Not only in her mind, but she screamed it through the forest while running. She hated the man even before she ever met him.

The small house ahead of her was Roan's.

While watching through the window, Spencer saw Roan eating with his family. She knew it was rude to intrude on their dinner time, but she waved through the glass hoping that Roan would catch a glimpse of her. Her lover did. Roan signed something at her, and she knew immediately what he meant.

Their secret place... It was at an old abandoned house. Almost a ruin.

Spencer waited there and when she saw Roan making his way to their secret place, she ran into his arms.

Roan looked sad when Spencer told him everything.

"Let's run away together, please leave with me. We can be happy, Roan!" Spencer said while tears poured down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Spencer, but I can't just leave my family behind."

Roan seemed to be only a little sad. Spencer had expected him to be heartbroken, mournful, bitter, angry. Not this. If it was Roan in this position, Spencer would surely elope with him! Did Roan not love her?

She now knew that her love for Roan was greater than Roan's love for her. Still, she whispered, "I want to sleep with you.

"What?" Roan asked.

"I want to sleep with you...tonight before I leave with Kristof tomorrow. I don't want my first time to be with that man. I want it to be with you, the one that I'm in love with."

Even though she loved Roan more than Roan loved her, she wanted this.

Spencer looked at her lover. In her eyes, a mix of love, despair, sadness, and longing, and Roan didn't have to think twice about Spencer's invitation…

Spencer lay on her bed, in her room. She couldn't sit because it hurt too much.