The Unexpected Marriage

CHAPTER ONE : TODAY'S SUMMARY

ABELLA's P.O.V.

The alarm that sounded from the clock timer that was high above, made me jolt up from my sleep, causing me to groan out.

Jeez, I must have slept a lot. My eyes widened out of its socket when I realized the mop I held a while ago was still in my grasp.

I glanced at the time, it was almost 3:30pm and my uncle and his wife would soon be back.

Three hours ago, Aunt Betty, my uncle's wife, asked me to do the house chores while their daughter princess, Emily, was left to go out as she wanted.

I let out a soft sigh. It was not new to me anymore. That was the life I was made to start living ever since my Dad passed away while I was in college.

Mr. Andy, my Dad's brother who brought me to live with his family, wasn't helping matters at all. He once claimed that he would take care of me, but that was all a lie and a big prank to me.

They snatched the little thing I had left with Dad… his inheritance from me, and started making millions out of it, leaving me to live in penury and in a pitiful condition.

I became a slave and was heavily maltreated in my uncle's house. Every day, Emily, their only daughter, would bring in different guys or go out with her friends to enjoy life while I stayed locked in like a prisoner and forced to do the chores.

However, my thoughts were cut off when a loud bang came from the main door, making me jolt up again as I quickly went back to my chores, mopping the tiled floor.

I tried not to hear the loud bang, but it came again, and again.

“Abella, open up!”

My eyes perked up when I heard the familiar voice and I rushed to open up. It was my neighbor 'Bailey', who happened to be my great friend.

Bailey stretched out a white nylon bag at me, her eyes gleaming friendly.

“Can I come in? Are they around?"

Bailey glanced inside the house in a low voice, checking to see if they were around, and I chuckled.

“No, Bailey. You can come in,” I flashed a smile at her, urging her to come in while walking back to the kitchen.

“Here, I got this for you.” Bailey stretched out the nylon bag she brought along with her to me.

Oh, no. She's at this again.

I glanced down at her stretched hand, pointing in my direction, and my head shook negatively.

“No, Bailey. You've done enough for me."

Bailey rolled her eyes, forcing me to take the nylon bag from her.

“Can’t you see you're getting leaner by the day? You aren't eating properly, Abella! Stop being stubborn.” Bailey told me.

I shrugged.

“At least I'm still alive.”

“This isn't funny.” Bailey made a blank expression at me, and the broad smile on my face died down.

Oh, she was being serious.

“You look all tattered, Abella.” My friend Bailey, said with a worried look. She wasn't lying or bluffing. I was looking all tattered. I rarely eat food because the so-called people who claimed to be my family never bothered about me eating or not.

Bailey has been one of the best things in my life and the gift God has given to me. She never ceased to take care of me in tough times and at times, even offered me food and, right now, she's offering me another food.

“But I am still busy, Bailey…” I trailed off, but she stopped me.

“Not now. I know you haven't eaten since morning and that's why I brought you food. Leave the chores for now and eat,”

I glanced at the time again and a sheen of sweat cascaded down my forehead.

“Bailey, I'll eat this some other time. You have to leave before they get here,” I said.

My voice was calm and low as I tried to coax her to leave.

“What? Are you…”

“No, I'm not, Bailey. You just have to go before they see you.” I cut her off when I knew what she was going to say.

The moment Bailey left, I had expected either Aunt Betty or Uncle Andy to come in, but instead Emily showed up with a heavy package that was weighing her down.

“Uh, let me help you.” I tried to volunteer, but Emily cut my hands away, staring at me with disgust.

“Get your hands off my wedding dress!”

My eyes sprung up. Wedding dress? Did I just hear correctly?

Emily scoffed at me, still struggling to take the package until she got to her room, which was barely opposite mine.

All through doing my housework, I couldn't resist the urge to ponder about Emily getting married.

It was a great shock and surprise hearing this because the Emily I know is a street toilet, who loves to flirt around with all manners of men, and laid easily by them.

So how come she’s getting married? To whom? Were her parents supporting this?

Suddenly, Emily came out of her room and walked arrogantly to the kitchen. She screamed bitchily on seeing there was nothing in the pots.

“Abella!!!”

I rushed in.

“Yes?”

“What do you mean, yes? Why isn't there any food in the kitchen? Didn't you cook?” Emily asked with an angry voice and I shuddered, nodding my head.

“Yes, there's no food in this house,” I didn't know where I got that audacity to talk because she almost slapped me, but withdrew herself.

I watched her glare at me with disgust and hatred.

“The day after tomorrow is my wedding. You better not show your unattractive face at the cathedral.” She instructed, and I nodded curtly.

“B-But why?” I couldn't stop myself from asking.

Emily faced me with another glare.

“Nothing.. I just don't want you to be there, don't you get it?” She snapped at me and I almost flinched.

Gosh!! She looks so scary and mean.

“O-Okay,” I scurried away from her sight to resume my chores. Tears almost threatened to fall from my eyes. I missed Dad, I missed Mum.

‘Only if you guys didn't go out that day,’ I mumbled, sniffling.

I'd almost flinched when Emily came from behind me, and before I could turn to look at her properly, piles of clothes were thrown at me.

“There!!. Wash those before I return tonight.”

I stared down at the clothes and undies she threw at me, squeezing my face.

“You want me to wash your underwear, Emily?"

I knew this was the beginning of her troubles. But who the hell was she marrying? I didn't know of any fiancee she brought home…