Chapter 14: Chapter 14
When we entered, I could feel my body freezing. There were not many people, the media outside was growing crazy and probably more than the guests present here.
I walked down the Aisle as my soon to be husband was waiting for me at the altar, dressed in the perfect facade of beauty to hide his malevolence. My throat dried as Kenneth noticed my expression.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly.
“Yeah… Just nervous.” I mumbled, forcing out a smile.
“Why? You love him, don’t you?” He asked, arching a brow at me.
“Marriage is a different deal.” I dodged his question.
“I guess…” He trailed off.
“We will see at your marriage.” I chuckled dryly, earning a smirk from him paying heed to the altar again, slowly my steps even more.
Oh please!Offer my soul to a Devil but not to him.
I gulped as I clutched the flower bouquet tightly, praying this walk never ends. My brother was walking beside me but I wished my father was here to save me.
He was the best, my hero, all my courage was all thanks to him but I was afraid to fathom how terribly he was going to break the string of leftover courage I had left in me.
Unlike him. I always wanted a husband like my Dad. Caring, Loving, Absent Minded, so that I can scold him. Someone with whom I could spend my life happily with no dread of confronting someone’s dominance.
I smiled at my thoughts, but it didn't last long as I reached the Altar-
The origin of my Hell.
“Please take care of my sister.” Kenneth said sweetly, forcing out a sad smile.
“I promise, I will.” Liar.
Raymond offered his hands as I removed my hand from my brother's arm and took his hand. I am glad that my face is covered by a veil but I was perturbed to no extent.
His very eyes sent shivers to my core, scanning me like a predator, immobilizing me by his nothing.
“You look exquisite, Dear.” He whispered sincerely but I tightened my grip on the bouquet, not replying to me.
I raised my gaze and looked at him timidly, this was the first time I noticed his features.
He had always been so intimidating that I could focus but the tender smile eased my tension for a moment as I gained a chance to glance at how he truly looks.
He was undeniably handsome.
No, he was a perfect being with an irresistible look. I stared at him, he has pitch black hairs that are perfectly combed.
His eyes are silver, filled with a mysterious look. His perfect jawline accompanied by his beard.
He was wearing a tuxedo. I didn't know my undesirable husband is a handsome devil.
But the thing is, I despise him.
We exchanged the rings. I blushed as I looked down, no matter what it's still my wedding. Then the priest said,
"Raymond Smith, Do you take Violet Cadhill as your lawfully wedded Wife?"
"I do." He said proudly, smirking at me, making my heart stop. Of course why would he say no?
"Violet Cadhill, Do you take Raymond Smith as your lawfully wedded husband?"
I gulped from fear. My hands were shaking, they're so cold. No. No. No. I don't. But my lips deceived my heart.
"I do.." I said in a whisper-like tone.
"I Pronounce you as Husband and Wife."The priest announced and my heart began to thump loudly because of what he's gonna say next.
"You may now kiss the Bride." He announced.
I looked down as Raymond pulled up my veil. No, My first kiss. He leaned in and our lips almost touched as he said huskily, seductively after contemplating my body making my heart race..
My art thumped uncontrollably, shivering by the contact, the sensation of his lips hovering upon mine shut down my brain for the moment.
"You look so Beautiful..." He held my chin And continued,
"You're Blushing. Cute.” “He chuckled, noticing my red face.
“Just get over it.” I whispered, trying to conceal the repugnance on my face.
“You can’t push me away now anyways." His dark chuckle halting my functioning, the anticipation of what he might do to me dreads me.
I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off with his lips.
He kissed me without a warning, taking me into a deep passionate kiss. My heart, mind, emotions, everything halted in the moment when my lips sensed his moving upon mine, slowly, lovingly but It made me feel cold.
I closed my eyes in defeat. I lost. I lost…
I could never fight someone as powerful as him, he had broken my last string of hope. He won. I lost.
He deepened the kiss, moving his professional lips over my inexperienced ones. I wanted to push him away, to slap him, but I couldn't. After some torturous moment.
Surprisingly, it was brief yet a devilishly long time to me and I pulled away with a satisfying smirk, delighted by the fact for being the first man to kiss me.
As I looked at him in disgust, indicating I hated it, I would never mely . He then whispered in my ears, warning me about something I truly planned to do.
"Don't you dare take off our wedding ring."
I clutched the bouquet firmly with one hand as I wrapped my other hand around his arms as I smiled weakly at the crowd, showing our much of an ‘exhilarated’ couple we are.
As the crowd began to applaud. I deliberately dug my long nails into his arms, I want to lacerate his skin to the point it bleeds and stain his deluxe white coat.
Feel pain.
This is nothing compared to my pain. I dug them with more force as we walked down and began to receive blessings from our elders.
Outside the church,there's a whole crowd of media. I clutched his arms tightly. I then gave my mother and brother one last hug.
I couldn't hold my tears anymore and began to cry. After wiping my tears, Raymond opened the Limo's Door for me. The moment I sat there my body froze in fear.
As my whole body became numb. My Fright reached its peak; as he said to me,
"This Pain is Nothing as Compared to What I'll be Doing to You Tonight".