Torn Between Two Alpha Brothers

Back To The Beginning

GRETA:

"Surely, the King is not mad enough to want his Stepsister as a wife." A feminine voice floats into my air as I battle with the will to wake up or remain in my groggy subconscious. It is far more relaxing than facing reality. "It is a taboo and the Kingdom will fall if this marriage happens."

A laugh comes, rippling through the space. "That is not going to happen. He's probably just going to let her go later on. The Council will not allow it. I heard the Queen is doing everything in her power to stop this from happening."

When my eyes fly open, the voices stop. I look over to the other side of the room, where two women are standing, dressed in uniforms with brushes and a bucket by their side.

From the way they are dressed, I can tell that they are maids. Gossiping maids.

But it brings me to a question of how I am in a room with two maids in the first place. Surely, I should be at the hotel room I booked with Kylian for the start of our honeymoon, but a hotel room doesn't look like it was built in the Victorian era, a hotel room isn't as large as this with bay windows pouring bright light into the room. A hotel room doesn't have a four poster, Queen-sized bed or artefacts and figurines adorning the very anciently modern mantelpiece and furniture in the room.

Jolting up amidst the confusion and fear, I give the room a good look. The walls are painted in the most beautiful shade of sage green and the thin and intricately carved plaster of Paris lining the walls are covered in gold paint, reminding me of how Royal rooms of the past used to look.

But there are modern elements in this room; the low hanging crystal chandelier, the very modern vanity table with a large mirror and bright neon lights adorning it, the walk in closet and the plush oriental carpet at the end of the bed, the air conditioning, scented candles and sweet smelling diffusers and even the vacuum cleaner resting against the northern part of the wall.

Once I am done with my quick digestion of this new room, I turn back to the maids, burying their words before I awoke at the back of my mind.

"Where is this place?" I ask.

The first woman stares at the second and shakes her head, like she is willing her not to speak. They both exit the room, leaving me with unspoken questions.

I can't remember anything. Not yet at least. A slow headache nudges the back of my head and I feel like I have a concussion at the back of my head but when I press my fingers against my skin, it turns out that I am fine.

I look down at my body to see that I am wearing a wedding dress which looks all too familiar and when the memories return, I gasp as horror engulfs my whole body before flying out of my bed and rushing towards the door.

I had been kidnapped on a day I don't even remember and Kylian had been brutally beaten up and left for dead. How the whole congregation had torn apart in disarray as gunshots permeated the air remains fresh in my memory.

"Kylian!" I cry out, trembling as my fear intensifies. I need to find him or call him. I need a phone!

When I realise that I left my phone with Brenda at the wedding, I yank the door open before bursting into the dimly lit hallway. I need to find a landline or something. I still remember Kylian's number so I can contact him and inform him that I have been kidnapped once again.

Pulling my wedding gown up, I run down the all too familiar hallway, tears slipping down my cheeks as I go in search of a landline to contact him.

Didn't Klaus inform me that our contract had expired already? Why was I here again?

I didn't stop until I got to the gallery and looked down below, my breath coming out in heavy spurts. I let out a sob, covering my mouth to muffle the sound before I began to take the steps down the hall.

It was empty. There was no one around and I stood in the middle of the room, confused, frustrated and desolate as more tears streamed down my cheeks.

Kylian had been badly wounded and I didn't even know if he was alive. I needed to contact him to be sure that he was doing well.

Just as I turn to continue my search for a telephone, standing before me is the scary mother of Klaus.

My heart immediately drops and I feel my body slow to a halt before I swallow, hoping she ignores and pushes past me.

But she doesn't. She gives me a disdainful once over, shaking her head and scoffing before she speaks. "I still don't know what my son sees in you. You're in a wedding dress and you belong to another man but somehow, he still wants you. Tell me, did you charm him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I reply in an impatient voice before looking down at my gown. "I don't know why I am here. I need to be back home. I need to call my husband! He was brutally beaten by your son! I don't want him. He's the one who doesn't want to leave me!"

"I do not believe that!" She draws close to me, burning my skin with her hot glare. "Klaus pines for no woman. He chases after no woman. They are the ones who chase after him so I know you did something to him!"

I shake my head, my lips trembling. "I have no time to explain to you. I know you don't want me here as much as I do. So help me get out of here, please! I promise not to return here. I'll hide far away from him."

She folds one arm over the other and stays silent for a while like she is deep in thought. Then she finally speaks. "I honestly would have done that myself but my son is in charge. He's going to find you no matter where you go."

With those words, she turns to leave.

Looking around frantically, I know I must leave this place. From the looks of it, Klaus isn't home so instead of searching for a landline, I make my way towards the large mahogany door, pulling it open with the last strength I have and running out of the door, thankful that there are no guards manning the area.

If I can escape without being seen by Klaus, then I am free forever. I would confess the truth to Kylian so we can run far away from here. Far away from Klaus and his evil whims.

My feet have just touched the last step when the wrought iron entrance gates pull open. A matte black Aston Martin Valkyrie zooms with insane speed into the courtyard.

It stops before me and I stagger backwards, feeling a sense of insane panic fill my whole body. The door is pushed open and stepping out of the car is none other than Klaus, looking like he just walked out of the IMG magazine in his masculine glory.

"Where are you running off to without my knowledge?"

"You bastard!" I hiss, snarling at him. "Who do you think you are to kidnap me on my wedding day? I can sue you for this!"

Scoffing, he ignores me and turns to one of his suited men who has just come to stand behind him. "Have her return to her room and make sure she is perfectly cleaned up by one of the maids.”

“Klaus!” I call after him but he walks past me, into the mansion.