MARRIED OFF

My Wedding

I nearly puked at the banner on the car, written on it is "Newly Wedded" in bold letters. 'Newly wedded' my ass. It should have been newly captivated instead of that crap.

People who are newly wedded are usually happy about it since they finally get to spend the rest of their lives with their loved ones.

But my case was reversed here because Luca is not my loved one but my enemy, my buyer, my hated one. Let's just say any word that describes someone you despite dearly.

"What did I say about you not smiling?", Luca groaned quickly. But I ignored him and kept my straight face on. Marrying him is already enough punishment. He can go on and do his worse because I Camila won't be smiling today.

Yeah, it's our wedding day. His. Not mine.

Right after he dragged me out of my father's house, actually his minions did the dragging. He just stood like a statue as they did it. Yeah, they dragged me while I cried and begged for them to let me go because I wasn't going to leave my family house for a devil.

But I guess my crying and begging didn't stop them because here I was in this wedding dress and my black long silk hair was all curled and rolled up in a bun. A f*****g bun. They couldn't even pick a better hairstyle or dress.

I stare at his suit and body..... "Camilla don't test me, put a smile on that damn face of yours or get a bullet on your skull. The choice is yours" he yells, cutting me off from my thoughts.

So I put on a fake smile to avoid his death threat.

A joker. That's what he is. If he thinks this is what a wedding looks like then he must be joking. If he thinks he's going to get away with all of this then he is a bigger joker. A comedian

Camilla Gracia is going to make his life miserable. And he will wish he never married me. Luca Leonardo, you will wish you never married me. This is a promise.

When we got back to his mansion, I hurried and tore the wedding dress and loosened the horrible hairstyle on my head. Just as I was about to lay on my bed and get a peaceful night's rest. I hear a knock on my door.

I ignored. The person should go to hell or wherever.

And they knocked again and harder this time. I opened the door facing an angry-looking bodyguard. "What do you want?"

"Master wants you in his room now. He says you should be there in thirty seconds if you don't want a bullet to your skull.", he announces with a wicked smile on his face.

I slammed the door on his face and sat on the bed. Time to face the devil.

I walked into the de, vials room. As expected, everywhere was dark and ooozed by smoke.

"What do you want? ", I ask spotting him sitting on his bed. And I try not to cough because the smell of smoke chokes me sometimes.

He stares at me like a lost puppy. Don't ask how I can see in the dark, his phone screen light is on.

"Strip."

What? Did I hear him right? Or are my eardrums failing?

"I'm sure you heard me, princess. Don't let me repeat myself. Take off your f*****g clothes."

Just a single word. A single word that I have avoided all my life. The reason I never had a boyfriend.

Someone help me because I can't lose my virginity to this devil.