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I'm a married woman now.
Sitting on the huge bed of the gigantic room, I would assume was mine, in Don's house, and that was all I could think about.
That I was married.
This was what wealth smelt like. This was what my life was like.
Obviously I'd be getting all the riches I can handle if I stay in this marriage but then, would I be happy?
Immediately, it snapped in me that I'd left Suzy alone.
She'd never slept alone. And this was not the perfect time to let her do that.
Not with her condition.
What have I done? I've sold myself for money and left the main reason I did it, alone.
I stood up from the bed, pulling the wedding gown off my body.
Panic surged through me as well that flowed in my head was the need to get home to her.
I had to take care of her.
She needed me, she had said her condition was worsening and obviously she needed someone who'd be there to take care of her.
I had on a white silk dress that was beneath the wedding dress
The dress lay just below my butt.
Normally I wouldn't feel comfortable dressed in such short cloth, but that was all I had and I needed to rush to Suzy quickly.
Since I didn't have any shoes (because I literally got her without any belongings), and the heels was terrible, I decided to walk barefoot.
It was only when I jumped to my feet, about to rush out that my brain snapped.
What am I doing?
Maybe I should think about this before leaving.
It would be smart if I call Rose and ask her to stay with Suzy for tonight
Then maybe tomorrow, I'd be able to find out what to do.
Calming a little, I went back to the bed where I'd dropped my phone, picking it up and dialling Rose's number.
She answered after the third ring, “heyo wifey, have you checked the internet? You're literally the talk of the town at every f*****g social media.”
I had seen that coming.
Obviously everyone would be surprised to see the anonymous fiancee, especially after finding out she was no special.
I didn't even want to check my social media account.
I was too stressed for that and not sure if my body could brace itself for all those negative comments.
“Whatever, that's not why I called.”
“Then why did you call? I don't even want to know, now tell me, how's the wedding night going?” Her voice was teasing.
“You know fully well nothing's happening," I scoffed, hearing her chuckle from the other line, “nothing's going to ever happen, I'm already regretting it.”
Another chuckled, “well you can't go back now honey.”
“I know.”
“And don't forget you're doing this for Suzy.”
“Yeah," that was the sad truth, "and speaking of Suzy, could you stay with her for tonight? I don't want to leave the house or else it might stir up the media even more.”
“Oh sorry I can't.”
A crease formed on my forehead. “Why?”
That's when the little noise from her background caught my attention, “where are you?”
“I'm doing night shifts and can't leave, sorry. I'm sure Suzy's fine. You could give her a call if you're that worried.”
I really didn't want to leave Suzy alone tonight, but I guess it wouldn't be right to leave the house on my wedding night.
“Okay, bye then.”
“Bye love, tell me how your wedding night goes," she teased, her loud laughter echoing in my ears.
“Trust me when I say nothing's happening tonight.”
“You can never tell," her tone drew with those four words.
I had no time to listen to her so I hung up, dialling Suzy's number.
A sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach when I was sent to voicemail.
I tried the number again but to no avail, only making me more anxious.
What if something had happened to her? I had to go home and stay with her.
This marriage thing was all a mistake.
My parents would never have been happy if they were to find out I got married for money.
I couldn't live two years like this.
Scurrying out of the room, I tried finding my way to the door.
This house was too massive, I could get lost at anytime.
Finally, after about five minutes of searching, the door came to view which I rushed to.
But when my hands reached for the knob, a voice startled me from behind.
“Where do you think you're going?” Don's deep and stern voice spoke.
I slowly turned to see him resting on a pillar at the center of the massive parlor.
He had his arms folded across his chest with an intense glare that only sent shivers down my entire body..
“I-I want to go home.”
“Home?” He dropped his hand, no longer leaning on the pillar, before staring towards me. “This is your home.”
That caused me to pull my brows together to a frown.
I had no time for this, I needed to get to Suzy. “This is not my home.” I made that clear.
“What do you mean? We're married.” He stopped at a comfortable gap between us which I was grateful for.
“This whole marriage thing was a mistake, I don't know what I was thinking—”
“So what?” He cut me off in one of the most annoyed tone I'd heard from him.
“We're already married. Everyone in the media knows who you are, if you just go back home, that would just create something new for them to talk about.”
“I have to see Suzy.” My words came out straight and my annoyance evident.
“Why? From what I remember you said she was 21 not 2 years of age.”
“Yes, but you missed the part where she's battling with pancreatic cancer.”
“That doesn't mean she can't take care of herself.”
Gosh this guy was heartless. “I'm still going. I'm sorry but as I said already, this marriage was a big mistake.”
I turned to open the door.
“Don't leave.” He was still so demanding, argh I hate this guy. “If you do so, you won't get the money for your sister's surgery.”
“I won't sell myself to get the money, I'm sure I'll get it soon," with that, I ran out of the house with my last words being, “let this be the end of the marriage.”
“Miss Eri!”
Ignoring his shouting, I rushed towards one of his cars, hoping the driver will still take me home with it.
But then a bodyguard opened the door to the passenger seat, closing it as soon as I sat in it.
I gave the driver my address, ordering him to take me there, and grateful when he complied without any kind of argument.
The ride lasted for a long and anxious fifteen minutes as I kept on dialling Suzy's number but was still sent to voicemail.
When the car came to a halt in front of the building, I opened the car door, getting out of it immediately.
Not caring that I'd slammed the door shut, I rushed to the door still feeling uneasy.
What of nothing was wrong and I was just overreacting? Maybe she was asleep, placing her phone in silence or something.
But the uneasy feeling only worsened when I was greeted by silence after giving the door a knock.
Even worse, I realized she'd left the door open.
Why did she leave it open? Was she expecting me to come home tonight?
Well, whatever.
Opening the door, I closed it once inside.
“Suzy,” my word was followed by silence, which only alarmed me further.
She wasn't in the parlor.
“Suzy,” I called again, scurrying to the room.
My eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight, my mind struggling to comprehend with what I was seeing.
A scream left out of my throat when I saw my sister, only family member, lay lifeless on the floor.
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