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EVANGELINE
I gazed outside the car as it speed down the busy street that evening, all I could think of was ways of making Don Volkov to reject me. I do not have to become his wife, I have to stop this from happening.
I could feel my heart beat fastly inside my chest the more I think about getting married to this strange man, to make it all worse, my father seems to be afraid of this same man. Who was he?
I asked myself continuously, His name was Don Volkov according to dad. I didn't want to make assumptions just yet, but he had the same name as my highschool bully, Leon. I can never forget that m
Name even in my dreams..
Leon made me hate myself for years.. I shook my head immediately the thoughts crossed my mind, I didn't want to think about it anymore, it's in the past now. The car alighted right outside a huge restaurant, definitely one of the biggest restaurant in the city..
“La reussite”
The moment I stepped outside the car, a cold wind brushed through my body, sending shivers down my spine as I thought about the whole situation. What if he truly didn't like me? Or remind me of how ugly I was just like Leon did? I will never forgive myself if I get mocked again.
I took a few steps into the restaurant while I stared at the message which popped out of my phone's screen. It was from dad, he dropped the exact table number booked for Don Volkov and I, he also asked me to give it my best and see that he likes me
I really do not think that I want any of that to happen, but I have to make sure that mother gets her treatment paid off. I was finally inside the restaurant after a few minutes of contemplating, I had only taken a few steps forward when a man approached me at the reception..
“Welcome ma'am, welcome to la reussite, how may we help you?” He asked me politely.
I smiled gently at him. “Thank you, a date has been booked for Don Volkov and Evangeline” I said to him, showing him the text message on my mobile phone. The man smiled immediately as he received me, showing me the way to the VIP room where I was to wait or meet up with My date.
I knew that he wasn't there yet, the man made it obvious. As we both went inside, he lead me to a seat asking me to feel comfortable. There was something odd about his character but I couldn't place a finger. I could only ignore and focus on what brought me here.
After he left, a waiter arrived to take my orders while I waited. “Get me water, please” I immediately said, only to dismiss her quickly so I could figure out how to make my soon to be husband hate me.
My water arrived after a few minutes and I was back to brooding and planning. There was nothing I could think off, I stared at my looks on the mirror opposite me, I looked very beautiful, Carlotta didn't lie when she said I looked like a star. How the hell am I going to make him hate me?
It's been over ten minutes and he was yet to arrive, I felt like using the bathroom from gulping down that whole glass of water out of anxiousness. I just couldn't help it.
I stood up quickly, walking as fast as my legs could take me downstairs to the reception where I asked the waiter about where the bathroom was.
The moment she pointed the angle, I vanished, rushing quickly to relief myself. I took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror after washing my hands. It was time to head back out and wait for my date and while I didn’t want to do that, i had no choice.
Whoever he was going to be, I was going to be marrying him either ways so I needed to get my nerves under control.
I walked out back into the reception and saw men dressed in black suit and ear phones snapped into one of their ears. They looked like bodyguards from some security agency. Like the ones you see in the movies.
They were littered around as if checking the place to make sure it was safe for...
It clicked my head that my date had finally arrived. Who else could cause such a fuss if not him?
The movement of a particular man in a black suit caught my attention. I knew he wasn’t part of the bodyguard crew because he had no earpiece stuck to his ear and he stood arrogantly on his phone.
I could smell his masculinity from afar. He was bound to be one of those rich men who were rude and arrogant.
He had his back turned to me so i couldn’t see his face but I had this strong feeling i had met him before.
He turned his side a little and I gasped at the resemblance of the side profile this man had to Leon. Or could it be Leon? Plus they had the same color of hair!
I had not been able to see his face properly as another man in a black suit walked up to him, blocking my view.
Carefully, I took a closer step, straining my neck to be able to see who it was.
I didn’t have to continue any further as the men in black suits diapered around the man which looked like Leon, allowing me see his face.
The problem was he didn’t just look like Leon, standing right in front of me was my bully Leon.
I was too stunned to speak. My heart racing as I took a step backward, staggering.
“Leon.” I whispered out, at him.
He didn’t look surprised to see me which only made my anxiety spiral.
He opened his mouth to speak to me but I instead gathered by dress, leaving the restaurant as fast as I could before I lost my mind.
I wanted to scream, cry, throw something or rather hit that man I called a father. How could he do this to me?
And just like the gush of wind that hit my face the moment I stepped outside, I realized I was going to marry Leon Volkov.
The same man who had tormented my life for years was the same person I was expected to commit myself to?
There was no way in hell I was going to marry him. There had to be another way around this and I was going to figure it out.
Without giving it a second thought, i stopped a cab quickly as I stared back at the beautiful restaurant where Leon probably sat alone waiting for me but I would never come.
I would never become his puppet or tool for amusement again.
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