My Secret Twin Sister.

CHAPTER 5

FENGOR POV.

“By the way, what's the name of the school you attended? Common sense should tell you that you should wait for approval before barging into a room.” Kendra spoke with intense rage as she winked her eyes with annoyance and directed her displeasure to Nathan.

"Sorry, ma'am, it's an urgent message that can't wait to be delivered.” Nathan is speaking in his baritone voice. Though his eyeballs have been covered with his dark sunshade, his body language tells us that he is not paying attention to Kendra's drama.

Nathan handed the phone to me as both of us clumsily tried to put on our clothes.

"Son, won't you get your ass up here with your wife because we are all waiting for you?" My father commanded. Do I need to tell him that Camilla disappeared a few hours ago by dropping a note?

“I… I am sorry, Dad; something came up that urgently demands my attention, but I promise to join you guys soonest. I stuttered on the phone while dressing up properly, and my gaze followed Kendra out of the room, seeing her murmuring with displeasure and frustration written all over her face.

“What should be more important than your wedding today? Can't you delegate it to the numerous PAs at your disposal?” Father angrily stated. I knew I had crossed the line. Father never jokes about marriage or family-related issues. I kept my mouth shut while he kept sermonizing me like a priest.

“I just don't know what is wrong with kids these days, where you take marriage as an institution with levity." He stated his point blankly.

“Like I used to say, son, business can be very bad, but you will always have a home to go back to." He cut off the phone.

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As I walked through the auditorium, anticipation filled the air as all eyes glared towards me. I could feel the intense happiness in the faces of my parents as if they had won a multi-trillion-dollar lottery.

Both are sitting rejoicingly in the front seat, while I manage to hold the sweat palpitating through my skin. The thought that I can't wait for all of these to be over and for every activity today to be hitch-free gravitates in my mind and causes uneasiness within me. For the first time in a long while, I could feel the weight of anxiety on me.

With confidence and panache, I walked the aisle, seeing from afar a bald-headed man with a fairly protruding stomach in the person of Father Amos, waiting for me and my wife-to-be, Camilla.

Thanks to my well-tailored suit and perfectly crafted shoes, though they fairly cost a fortune, they exhibit elegance and uncommon sophistication. The glittering of my suit was enhanced by the flashes from the camera all around me.

I know some of these people are here not for good reasons only for me to wake up to see my face on the front page of tomorrow's tabloid, in case things go south.

The solemn music from the choir stands and the usual murmur from the audience added to the significance of the occasion—not to me but to my father—as I approached Father Amos on the altar.

I quickly scanned the length and breadth of the auditorium to notify my security team if there were strange fellows among the congregation disguised as guests to avert any potential danger. I could see some of my security team and members of the police force taking their strategic positions amid the congregation, disguising themselves as well-wishers.

Where is Camilla? Has she disappeared into thin air again? She should have been here at this time.

Finally, the main door of the auditorium. Here comes the bride. I heaved a sigh of relief. She walked elegantly towards me on the aisle. It sent a little bit of murmur and chatter into the air.

She held her bouquet delicately in her hands as my little niece, Kimora, the flower girl, playfully threw little pink flowers into the air and around her.

As she moves closer to me, each step carrying grace and purpose and drawing the attention of the congregation to us, the intricate details of her gown catch my attention—a cotton-like transparent texture mixed with a touch of satin. I know it would have taken the designer hours of sleepless nights to come up with this masterpiece.

This person doesn't really look like the real Camilla, or am I the only person noticing this? She looks a little frail; maybe this is due to the stress. But where is her sparkling skin? gone too? Should I call the attention of Nath to this?. Either real or fake, since my plan to get married is still intact, I don't care.

As we moved closer, she managed to put up a smile. I knew it was not friendly from the inside. It’s a smile mixed with intense hate and despair, a smear with an element of compromise. I know at this point that if Camilla had access to a nine-millimeter pocket pistol, she wouldn't have thought twice about aiming it at my temple.

But the little happiness in me was short-lived when I saw Kendra as the maid of honor. Maid of Honor at My Wedding? A seducer? Someone who wanted to sleep with me for a few hours before my wedding. Her befitting place should be in the back seat of the congregation.

No one ever informed me that Kendra would be serving as maid of honor at my wedding; I would have completely repudiated it. Peradventure: I was informed but occupied with some other things.

Now, I am stuck between two people. The one I want to forcefully marry and the one that forcefully wants to marry me. Both steer at me with intent and hate.

“Whoever has anything to say about the joining of these two should say it now or remain forever silent," Father Amos declared.

I opened my mouth slightly wide in astonishment and couldn't close it, with words that just hit me.

I could see some people turning their heads to see if there would be a black sheep. Silence filled the room to the point that if a piece of needle should hit a well-polished floor, it would be clearly heard. This is the make-or-break moment.

The utterances send jitter into my system as if several volts of electricity have been passed into my bloodstream. People around me know I hardly let situations get to me, but this time I could feel the jilter in my limbs, to the extent that I almost lost my balance.

My gaze was directed at Kendra.

‘Here comes the time you have been patiently waiting for, Kendra. A time to bite very hard. Here is the time for Fengor to pay for all his sins, pleading on his knees for mercy in the eyes of the whole world, but none will be granted. It is time for the world to know how many times I have slept with you, the number of times you have been pregnant for me, and how I have convinced you to terminate the pregnancy, either because I had a career I was pursuing then or because I was not psychologically balanced to become a “baby daddy” ’. All these thoughts overwhelmed me.

For Camilla, the evidence to discontinue this marriage abounds at the tip of her fingers. Then all these will be over in a fraction of a minute.

My gaze shifted from the congregation to these two before me, potential threats to end my marriage.

“Whoever is in this congregation and has any substantial evidence of joining these two people together in this holy matrimony should come up with it now, or forever remain silent." Father Abraham affirmed it boldly and resoundingly this time.