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I heard the shuttling sounds of cameras. There was really no doubt that some of the guests or maybe some reporters were recording all that was going on.
Furious to the ultimate point, I grabbed her arm, and pushed her off me. She almost rolled down the altar, but fortunately for her, she was able to control her movement. Well, her butt knocked against the floor, and she groaned. Not in this life, not in my next life, would I have expected Tanya to turn out this dangerous. I wouldn't have ever thought I would do something this violent to her.
I beckoned at my men to come close, and get rid of her. But, before they could reach us, she stood up. She walked to Rae, grabbed her arm like a maniac, and in a blink of an eye, she hit Rae. This was too much to handle.
I clenched my fist, stared helplessly, and wondered what I should do to Tanya.
Rae widened her eyes like she was shocked, her hand resting on the innocent cheek Tanya had hit. "Hey, how dare you?" She panted.
"You," Tanya spat out amidst locked teeth. "I should be asking you that, b***h! I should be cursing at you for trying to ruin my man! You little devil, how dare you? How dare you—"
"That's enough!" Rae cut her off. She snapped her arms from Tanya's grip, swiftly pointing her index finger at Tanya. "See, I don't know how you deal with other women. But, don't ever, I repeat, don't ever, think of hitting me. I'm not soft. I'll treat your attitude."
Tanya squeezed her lips like she was about to cry. It seemed like she would attack Rae once again.
Rae snorted, and uninformed, she walked over to me, and nodded. "Kiss you bride," she instructed. "If you're hesitant, your bride will be forced to kiss you."
I glanced at Tanya. Without thinking for a second more, I pulled Rae close, and locked my lips on hers. This hadn't happened in a while. I hadn't kissed anyone in a while.
Pulling away from each other, I gulped. Rae stepped backwards. She was about to turn around, however, before she could do that, the devil attacked.
Tanya grabbed her arm, pulled her close, and hit her once again. "You fool!" She cried. This time around, my men intervened. They attempted to grab Tanya, but she pulled Rae once again. For a third time, she hit Rae. Ouch. That was a hard one. So hard.
I just kept staring. I was like a helpless bunny at the corner of a dark room. I felt stupid, knowing that I wasn't doing anything to stop this ruckus.
"Ah! This is it! I'm not your dump!" Rae yelled at the top of her voice. She stormed closer to Tanya. She kind of tripped on her gown, yet she was able to maintain her stamina. She pulled Tanya close, and hit her as well. No, she didn't just hit her. That was just the beginning.
Like a furious lunatic, she threw Tanya to the floor. She stayed on top of Tanya, her hands frantically grabbing her veil off her hair. She wailed, her fingers violently dashing into Tanya's rough hair. This felt so unreal, but yes, she was literally snapping off the strands of Tanya's hair.
"Ah! Someone help!" Tanya cried. I didn't know why, but her cry hit my chest. Of course, that was stupid. But yes, it was true. I still had a connection with her. No doubt.
"Stop them, idiots!" I ordered my men.
Immediately, they hurried toward Rae and Tanya, struggled to separate them, and actually pulled them away from each other.
"You b***h!" Tanya cried. I asked them to take her out, and as they did so, she continued to yell, "Y'all won't get away with this! And Ivan, you're so stupid and naive! Can't believe you'd get married to her! I promise to ruin y'all! Will make sure you don't harm my man! Ah, I hate y'all!"
I glanced at the pastor who just stood like a frightened animal. He shook his head, and walked away. The entire crowd kept recording everything that was going on, which was so, so embarrassing. I turned to Rae as well, scowling hard at her. She shouldn't have attacked Tanya that way. First, that was too violent. And second, she had no right to.
I walked to her, taking a hold of her wrist. "We're leaving here at this instant. Come with me."
"What?" She squeezed her face.
Not saying any other thing to her, I pulled her down the altar, stomping out of the Church. I hadn't wanted this wedding to happen, but I also hadn't wanted it to be like this. I couldn't even tell my aunt "goodbye", and see some of my old friends. I just walked out in embarrassment.
This was Tanya's fault. And maybe Rae's fault as well.
They had ruined my reputation.
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After we had left the Church, we had taken our time to finalize the marriage documents. Before I had gone to spend my evening at the bar, shortly after we had finalized the documents, I had told my men to take Rae home, and show her the rooms. And, after a few shots of alcohol, I had decided to come home. After all, this was the new life I had to face.
Sitting in my car, I looked down. Being frustrated was an understatement to what I felt. I was broken and shattered, clueless as to how I would begin this new journey. I knew this matrimony was nothing but a compromise—a marriage by paper, but, I also knew that I may have no choice but to see it as a responsibility. Now that it was finalized, it felt like a burden. I didn't know where to begin this from.
Finally, after about ten minutes of sitting in my car, I stepped out. The driver zoned off toward the garage, while I just stood in front of the mansion like a lost animal. Drake and Pablo, together with my other men, rushed over to me. With a flap of my hand, I dismissed them. But, of course, Drake and Pablo didn't go.
"Should we leave as well?" Drake asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Just ensure the security around the building is tight enough."
"Okay, sir." With that, they made their way to their quarters.
Heading into the mansion, I felt a bit giddy, owing to the fact that I was half drunk, half sober. Stepping in, a bunch of my maids welcomed me, lining up and bowing their heads as I walked in.
I glanced at one of the maids, and sighed heavily. "Where's she?" I asked her.
"In the master bedroom," she responded.
"Okay."
Immediately, I walked toward the stairs, heading to my room. Getting to the hallway, I walked a bit slowly, feeling very uneasy. Reaching the door, I thought twice before opening it. I didn't understand why I felt this disturbed.
I shut the door behind me, and stared at the woman who was now my wife. She had her back on me, as she sat on the king-sized bed. She was in a night dress, looking all hot and attractive. I smirked a little, and chortled. I had really gotten married to this woman?
She looked at me past her shoulder, and looked away. "Had thought you wouldn't ever come," she said. "Anyway, welcome."
I stepped closer to her. I was groggy and irate, feeling the need to relax and have a sound sleep, and feeling the need to have a taste of the woman who was my wife. Reaching the bed, I sat behind her, scrutinizing her body. There was no doubt that she had worn this dress so I'd get close to her.
She attempted to turn her neck around, but I stopped her by holding her arms from behind. I leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "No. No, don't move. You shouldn't look at me."
Surprisingly, she flinched when I held her, and it seemed like she was shuddering. She heaved hard. "What do you want?" she asked.
I pulled my arms around her waist, sniffing her neck. Goosebumps teased the exposed skin of her body. I was confused when she seemed to be vibrating like my touch was an electrocution. Her breath was heavy, and yes, I could tell she was scared or nervous. What was this?
"You smell so good," I commented. I leaned closer to her. The moment my lips made contact with her neck, she yelped.
She gasped for air, and almost snapped off me. "Please, don't do anything. Don't touch me. I don't want this."
I was partially shocked. I was supposed to act surprised, but I just sniggered. I was already in so much pain and irk, so her attitude couldn't move me. It couldn't create an additional emotion through me.
"What do you want then?" I whispered in her ear.
She pulled her body off mine, and turned around. Fear. Fear was the emotion that raced in those brown eyes. I saw little tears in them, and she looked terrified. "Please, don't touch me this way."
I glanced sideways, and scoffed. "What are you? Even my maid would let me touch her. You're my wife now, aren't you? How do we get an heir if you behave this way?"
"We'll get one. But, not now." She looked down.
"Wow." Raising my fingers, I pulled her jaw up so she'd look at me. "Woman, you know what? Don't feel special because Ivan Kurt wanted to touch you. Right now, I feel nothing but hatred for you. I feel like you're the reason I get to be in this b*****e. I feel like you're the cause of this agony in my heart. I blame you for everything. If you didn't look hot tonight, and if I was fully sober, I wouldn't have dared to come close to you. So, stop the fear. Get rid of the terror in those eyes. I won't ever touch you. You have no place in my heart."
She nodded. Though I expected my words to make her feel better, she still looked upset. Not being able to stand the heat and fury that hovered in the air around us, I attempted to stand up, but she held my hand back.
"Make me a promise," she commanded.
I c****d an eyebrow at her. "What?"
She pulled her hand from mine, and looked away once again. "Promise me that you won't ever touch me without my consent. Promise me that, in the future, you won't try to force yourself on me. I've almost faced a trauma like that. I don't want it to happen again."
"You show yourself so much importance, right?" I scoffed. "Ivan Kurt doesn't break his promises. So yes, I promise you that. Goodnight, my wife. From tomorrow, get ready to face anything that life throws at you. Peace."
With that, I made my way out of the room, heading to my study room. To get rid of these emotions, I guessed I had to drink a few more bottles of alcohol.
This was the beginning of something new, something I had no idea about. Hopefully, it would go well.
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