Bottled with love

In my opinion, imagination and constant day dreams my life played out perfectly. My image was perfect however what I saw was not my life but no one would believe it if I had problems. It's not because I am filthy rich and have parents who inherited old money . I am just sophisticated young lady . I know what to say , how to say it and to who. I always ensure that I have a perfect image through knowing when to cut and what to keep to myself. Sweetie, everyone can have a happy life like mine accept being rich but if you just stop at a certain point your life is perfect. I know that I am not destined for this . Everyone deserves me but not everyone is worthy of being in my life .If I could ever escape from home , I wouldn't. Because I enjoyed being trapped by my parents and yet knowing a lot about the world. My family inherited the money from my grandmother Bridgette Matau and believe me she isn't French. The Matau family is a 200 generational wealth family. Whoever chooses to marry a girl of this family must change their surname to Matua .Being trapped inside gave me security that I could be safe and away from whatever negativity the world presented. But now I am just running as fast as I can to wherever my legs are taking me. I don't know what to do , the bravest don't run away from the battle . I try to convince myself to turn back and tell my parents that I don't want to get married to such a man to their faces . A man with such a past , a man that feast on other's suffering and most importantly a man I never met .But I remained audaciously focused on the fact that I am not brave , my mom and dad were always enchanted by my sister's bravery and courage . But I probably pushed my parents to the limit of their patience. Because they gave up on me ' being brave' concept. Not that I cared. My whole life I have been prepared and groomed for this everyday and particular moment .I have raised to get married to him , taught how to love him and I have been conceived so that I can conceive his children but I won't bear to give birth to the kids of a monster.Ever since I could walk , I have been taught what it means to be a wife to a man I never got to see maybe will never get to see. He should rot in hell for making me suffer this much and I deserve to be the one to send him to his grave , goodness knows how I will strangle him and cut his body meat to cubes and feed it to hyenas but before all this I will teach him a thing or two about making a girl's life revolve around him . I will pierce a dagger in his heart and turn it around so many times. He will start begging for mercy but wouldn't be given so that he can feel the pressure, insecurity, desperation to prove myself and pain I felt all this 23 years of my life.I will peel off his skin while he is alive and put him in boiling oil and when he is crispy I will then cut him into cubes and feed him to hyenas . I will keep his skull as a souvenir right next to my bed and turn his borns into numerous necklaces for my jewellery collection. I will then attend his funeral like the wife I was supposed to be. I will cry in such a way nobody has ever in rich elite funerals. If I was him I would tell my parents to cancel the wedding and stop looking for me 'cause if we get married he would suddenly die out of food poisoning and I will inherit his fortune and spend the riches of his family and the rest of my life as a his lonely widow or I will fake my death and let him be the widower then slowly execute my first plan and end up his widow again . It's doesn't matter how I do it but I am going to end up a widow and I will ensure that it happens. I will lead his family to destruction and his underground connections will be left destroyed in a way that it can be repaired but they wouldn't have the means to bridge the relationship. But yet I am running away from the only purpose and responsibility I know . If Candice Mulalo Matau isn't the glamorous princess. Then the world doesn't know how to define glamour. Spoiler alert it is I Candice Mulalo Matua. Some say rude but others prefer ignorant , narrow minded , Brusque,Supercilious , Churlish , Scurrilous and Uncouth though I strongly disagree with uncouth my mom did try to do a good job after all manners , grace , elegant and etiquette rules is all I have been taught.But money does have a language of its only and I can speak the language fluently and it's called power .Haters would say my dad spoils me but unfortunately he indeed does . Not my problem you dad isn't rich , what was he doing when my dad got rich . Nobody in this Island could survive to get the word glamorous before their name .But beauty isn't all I possess, I have the brains I am talking immense knowledge and wisdom.I am a model and a very famous psychologist. I am unfortunately the not the 'It girl ' in this breath taking Island Edmon . Nobody wants to be with me due to the princess's checklist. Most can't even fulfil one item on the list and still dreams of marrying me but this famous business tycoon Katlego Mokwena. Ticked all the boxes before being born. My sister Cassandra shonisani Matua is my only competition in the world but yet she overshadows me completely. She was supposed to lead a simple life in the village until she decided that she wanted to evade my life and steal the limelight from me. she graduated as the best Matriculant on the island, pursued a Actuarial science degree and a B.com degree in quantitive finance at 21. If you think that's all , sorry sweetie you are sooo wrong, that's only the ice cream cone , there is still ice cream and a gigantic cherry on top . The rest makes me want to vomit out of pure jealously. Cassandra doesn't know when to stop and how , she had a book written about herself and a movie I was and still would be compelled to watch every Christmas until I die .Did I mention that she is my elder sister even though she is literally my twin sister but during birth we were triplets but my brother who has supposed to be the future king was a stillbirth . Maybe if he was born I wouldn't be in this situation and wouldn't have to make the decisions he would have made if he had been alive and live his part of life as well maybe I wouldn't feel like his substitute . That moment during our delivery forever shaped my life when Cassandra won the race and I forever remained third . Third to a dead person and what pains me the most is that I can never occupy the second place cause " it has a lot of responsibilities" I can't handle but sometimes I find myself playing both roles. Cassandra forever remained the first and true to her own role . I also admire Cassandra's ability to say no to mom , her ambitious self , the fact that she followed her heart and stood up for what she believed was right and mostly her almost feint goals. Maybe that's even why can't catch my breath and running away from home. A castle with no warmth. Cassandra is a black curious woman and a vision of beauty, with radiant dark skin that seemed to glow in the light. Her striking features were accentuated by her confident smile and piercing eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Her hair, a lush afro, framed her face perfectly, adding to her natural elegance. She was my sister no matter all the differences but ...