Kidnapped before my wedding

Chapter3

chapter3

My eyes widen and i say in disbelief, “n-no that cant be my wedding is tomorrow.”. The man with the brown hair growls and i flinch. “Liam your scaring her.” The blonde one glares at liam. “Leon how can you be so calm when our fated one is thinking of another man.” he glares coldly at Leon."Because i know she doesn’t love him.” he smirks and liam glares at him.

“Uhm,” I mumble, “I don’t think that you’ve got the right person.”

“No, we do.” Leon shakes his head confidently, as if he cannot believe I even questioned him.

“How?” I ask. “You’ve never met me before today.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Liam snaps

“Maybe it’s a mistake,” Liam says, and for a second, I think he’s going to say it’s a mistake that they thought it was me. That they’ll leave me alone and let me sort my own life out. But instead, he finishes with, “Maybe she doesn’t want us.”

His words make me feel like I’ve just got a punch to the gut.

“That’s not true,” Leon says quickly

I freeze because the words make me feel like my heart is closing in on itself. Why though? why does it make me feel that way? these men kidnapped me and are complete strangers.Leon looks at me urging me to reassure liam that what he says is not true and i sigh, “I don’t know what you want me to say.” How can they think that i could ever love them when i have a life waiting for me? “Please, just let me go.”

Liam’s jaw tightens and I almost take pity on him. Almost. But then he turns around and walks out of the room. Leon watches him leave then turns back to look at me. His eyes are blue and bright and I have to remind myself not to get sucked in by them. He kidnapped me, I remind myself. This is insane.

“Don’t be upset,” Leon says.

“Upset?” My voice rises to a shriek, “You’ve kidnapped me!”

He looks sad, like he’s the one who’s been hurt. I tear my gaze away from him and stare down at my own hands. My fingers are trembling.

“It’s not kidnapping if it was meant to be,” Leon says softly.

“You don’t know that!” I stand up quickly, and the world swirls around me. I fold forward and hold my knees taking steady breaths.

Leon moves to help, but I wave him away. His face is all earnestness and regret.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and there’s a waver in his voice. “I know it’s a lot.”

He sounds so sincere, so painfully sincere, that I almost believe him. Almost let myself follow this delusion he’s so convinced of. But then I think of my wedding dress hanging in the closet. Of my mother’s face when she finds me gone. A life unraveled by this madness.

“What if you’re wrong?” I say, looking at him squarely.

“We’re not.” He takes a step back and the distance between us feels like something solid. “This is just—” He pauses, searching for the right words. “It’s just not what you planned.”

“No,” I say firmly. “It’s not.”

Leon watches me with an expression I can’t quite read, something between resignation and hope. Then he turns to leave like Liam did. As soon as he leaves fear grips my heart. will i never see the face of my mother again? hear alondras beautiful, hopeful laugh. I begin panting and gasping for air and tears well up in my eyes.

I fall to the floor, my knees hitting the hardwood with a cold thud. I want to scream. Instead, I gulp down air like it’s the only thing tethering me to this world. My wedding is tomorrow. I have a dress and a cake and a life that’s supposed to start, that’s supposed to be mine. How can they not see that?

The room is too quiet now, too still. I stand shakily and make my way to the window, the view unfamiliar and vast. A dense forest stretches beyond the glass, trees swaying slightly against an overcast sky. No landmarks, no sounds of traffic or people. Just endless green.

They’ve taken me somewhere remote, somewhere hidden.

Panic claws at my chest again, but I shove it down with everything I have left. If they think they can sway me, they don’t know how stubborn I can be.

After what feels like hours, or maybe just minutes—it’s hard to tell when time passes by when stuck in the darkness. I continue to sob as the hours pass by and eventually i pass out from exhaustion.