The bride of Ghost Lord had never imagined the truth to be that harsh, let alone the revelation about the secret identity of her friend, who had always guided her and remained beside her, sticking closely like a shadow.
Lolita paused for a moment after she began to narrate her tale to Syna and sighed helplessly before she could continue to the weirdest, and glanced at her friend, who was staring at her.
"We both are victims, Syna. I thought I had successfully escaped from my destiny but who would have known that I have been performing my duties unknowingly. And you thought you could beat your fate by escaping the Ghost Lord and his family but eventually you ended up with his brother, Sinclair MacLaverty."
Lolita again paused for a moment, she didn't lift her head up, suspecting that Syna might not have believed her. A grim silence accompanied the quickened voices of their beating hearts while the ladies kept on analysing everything with their sealed lips.
