"That would only happen over my dead body." Agnes slapped her palm against the table, her nostrils flared, and her eyes were ablaze. "We will never give our daughter to the son of a murderer."
Ruby gasped sharply, covering her mouth. She had barely absorbed her mother's harsh words when her father's angry voice filled the room.
"You're truly your father's son… arrogant, uncouth, and completely deranged," Jonathan snarled, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
"Your grandfather and father are murderers. Your mother is a cunning, conniving witch. They shaped you into a worthless brute with no regard for women. And you actually think I, Jonathan Angelo, will allow my daughter to remain married to damaged goods like you?":
Ruby could no longer hold back her anger at her father's inhumane words. Her chest heaved, her eyes stung, and something inside her snapped.
