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Chapter Sixteen

She kept pounding her fists in the punching bag, her knuckles were bruised, and she was using her pain as fuel to build herself strong. She kneed the bag, and a row of punches was thrown on it. Her anger could be seen from her deep frown that formed lines over her forehead.

"Shelbina," Janette's infuriated voice reverberated in the gym. Her footfalls were louder than normal.

She didn't stop jabbing her fists and kneeing the bag. Sweat was dripping down her forehead, neck, and back, almost she was bathed in her sweat.

"Ell!" Sara's voice was soft. It couldn't stop her, couldn't pacify her rage.

She felt a hand covering her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut. She began to breathe in and out, "Mom, Father wants you to cook today," She forced her voice to be calm, pushing the anger away.

"You're going to wed," Janette scolded her as she pulled on her shoulder to face her.

She lowered her gaze which was a pool of burning enrage and i
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