HIS STOLEN BRIDE, HIS MYSTERIOUS PA

Tears rolled down my cheeks as my hands were being chained by the people I called parents. “You can't do this to me, daddy!!” I cried out loud, hoping my voice would break out of the basement where I was being locked in. “It's for the family's good, Stacy. Stella will make a good wife for Jason Ford, and put our family in a better light than you. All you have to do is cooperate. You will gain your freedom after Stella settles in the Ford's mansion,” My dad explained. I couldn't believe what was happening. I shook my head and looked at my mother who was standing behind my father. Her face wore an expressionless look. “If you had been a good child, Stacy, you would have had your way to the beautiful things in life. I'm sorry you had to go through this. It will make you learn to be a better person,” my mother added, not an atom of pity in her voice. I looked at Stella, romancing my diamond ring on her fingers. My lips trembled as my tears flowed past them. “Don't be afraid, Stacy, I'll take good care of Jason, okay?” She said with a smirk and kissed the ring. “No!! Somebody help!! Help!!” I screamed my lungs out. My father rushed towards me and placed a seal on my mouth. I couldn't scream any longer. I tried to fight, but the chains were holding me back. “Bye, sister, wish me all the best in my new home,” Stella smiled sinisterly as she turned to walk away with my parents who were holding onto her. My world shattered before me. I cried a river of tears and laid on the floor. I was a fool. I shouldn't have come back home to break the news to my family. Earlier today, I had married the richest man in Stanford city. A billionaire who found me worthy of love. Even when my own parents never loved me. I was Stella's twin, but I was hated by my parents. Stella made sure they hated me from childhood. We were identical twins, and whenever she committed a crime, she would put the blames on me. My parents believed her, and they thought I was cursed. On our 22nd birthday, she slept with my boyfriend. My parents took sides with her. Angered by everything, I went to a club to drink my ass out. Only to end up in the hands of the wealthiest man in Stanford city. “What do I owe you for taking your virginity?" He had asked me that morning after a night of pleasure. I knew he was a billionaire, so I didn't hesitate to mention “ five thousand dollars?" He laughed and brought out a diamond ring and said “Here, Marry me instead," I was dumbfounded at first. I didn't know why he had asked me to marry him. But one thing was sure, I wasn't losing the opportunity to break free from my family. After the flash private wedding, I went home to break the news to my family. " Mom,.dad, I'm married to Jason Ford!!" I explained, showing them my diamond ring with the Ford's family signature. They didn't believe it at first. “You b***h! You stole the ring!" Stella accused me. They never believed I would marry Jason. After finding out I wasn't telling a lie, Stella connived with my family to take my place as Jason's wife. " I'm sorry, Stacy, I don't think you're fit to be Jason's wife," my father had spilled. I was flabbergasted and I chuckled and asked “ meaning?" " Stella will fit in as Jason's bride. We don't want you bringing embarrassment to the Browns family. Your presence in the Ford's mansion will drag us to filth. Stella will make a better bride," my mother added. I took a step back, trying to walk away from them, while trying to comprehend what they wanted to do to me. I tried to let out a scream, but they rushed towards me, pressed my mouth and Stella grabbed the ring off my finger. " No!! No!!” I screamed as they lifted me off the floor. “Where are you taking me?!!” I tried to scream as my legs wriggled for freedom. "To the basement, where you will belong for now, till Stella settles in the Ford's mansion,” my father's words echoed in my ears. And so I found myself in the basement, locked up in regret, knowing Jason would come for me and Stella would be handed over to him in place of me. Would he ever know? I cried bitterly, looking at the chains that bound my hands and feet in the basement, like a slave. TWO MONTHS LATER. “Vomiting again!!” My mother's angry voice broke into the basement which was now littered with my vomit. I didn't know what was happening to my body. My temperature was high, I've been feeling nauseous, dizzy. I couldn't even eat whatever food they served me. I'm still locked in the basement like a prisoner in my own home. My mother mopped the floor. She looked at me suspiciously. She took my urine and left the basement. She returned with a test kit “You're pregnant!" She announced. “Pregnant?!" I exclaimed in my head. I didn't speak out. She left. My pregnancy grew bigger and bigger. My baby became my only companion with every kick and movement. My mother tried to be nice, taking care of me all through the pregnancy. During labor, she took me to a midwife's home to birth my child. “My baby!! My baby!!" I heard cries as I pushed out my baby. But that was the last thing I heard before passing out. I woke up so weak. It was dawn and my mother and the midwife were looking at me with a sad face. “Where's my baby?" My red cracky lips muttered. “I'm sorry, Stacy, we lost him,” my mother revealed. " No!!” I exclaimed. The midwife came to me with a baby. He was dead as they handed him over to me. "This is too much for me to handle,” I cried as I felt like dying right away. My baby was the only hope left after losing Jason. I had promised my baby that I was gonna break free from the basement after I gave birth to him. Now, I felt a new strength and I was not backing out of that promise. My mother and the midwife tried to console me. Just then, I felt adrenaline surge through me. Filled with rage for my baby's death and the suffering I've been through, I pushed them away violently. I heard the clattering of equipment on the table as I dashed towards the door. Still soaked with postpartum bleeding, I dashed out of the door, and into the streets I went in search of my husband, Jason Ford.