---- 23_If not for me, do it for her memory. Faith | open my mouth, but since a single sound won't leave me, despite my desperation to be heard, | give up on trying. It would be one thing if Lola and the nurse listened to my thoughts, shared my misery or even just looked at me with pity, but that wouldn't change a thing. Besides, | am miserable enough, | wouldn't share the void | had with another, it would be cruel, not even if it gave me some reprieve. No matter how much | would try to tell everyone how miserable and unhappy | am - no one could help me. And it wouldn't be worth the risk to them if they tried. | wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to Lola. No one could save me from this fate. The only people with power are my awful father and Alpha Dorian. Neither would be my knight in ---- shining armour, they see me as nothing but a tool for them to exploit. Those two men would rather | die than allow me freedom. After all, a daughter's worth is less than half of a son, as my father used to remind me. My father can't pass on this opportunity to get easy money, and Alpha Dorian... Well, his intentions and reasons are a mystery to me, but I'm sure he wouldn't back down either. This is my life now. This is the mess | have to survive for the people who were harmed and dragged into debt by my father. The same people who did nothing to protect and shield me whenever my father had a fit of rage. | hate myself for remembering those things, but | can't help it. The only thought that keeps me going forward is the reminder of what my mother might have wanted. She wanted a strong daughter that would take care of her people. If there is anyone who can save them and make their lives better, it's me. No matter the cost, no ---- matter how much it takes from me - | must do the right thing. For them. For Lola. For mom. "Look at me. Faith, child, look at me," the maid pleads as | avoid her gaze. How could | meet her eyes? Just the sight of the older woman makes me want to cry until there are no more tears left to shed. | can't cope with the fact that | have to leave her behind. What will happen to her now? She was my personal maid for my entire life, even if just a little bit, | could always try to shield her from my father's rage. Who will protect her now? "When your mother chose your name, she chose the one that made her believe good things happen." Lola whispers, instantly catching my attention. How does she know that? To my understanding, father hired Lola after, not before my mother's death. Who told her why she chose my name? Is there someone in this packhouse who was close to my mother and shared this information ---- with Lola? | don't have enough time to react, let alone question the maid, when she speaks up again. "There is good in this word. You were her meaning. Stay strong. If not for me, do it for her memory." Tears glisten in Lola's eyes when | finally meet her gaze. I'm so confused by her words that all | can do is raise my eyebrow at her. She quickly shakes her head, as if to tell me this conversation about my mother can't happen here, and lets out a heavy breath. "I'm not the only one against Alpha's ruling and the idea of marrying you off. Sooner or later, we will come after you. Give us time, and we will free you from that monster,' she whispers the promise. | still can't get over how confidently she spoke of my mother, as if they knew each other for years, and changed the topic as soon as | caught on to her words. | don't want to let the doubt and fear lead me, Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!