CHAPTER THREE : THE OLD MAN IS THE BUTLER NOT THE HUSBAND
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Freya stood in front of the mirror , her beautiful reflection taunting her and reminding her that it was a wedding day she never wanted . It was supposed to be the happiest day in her life but instead it was simply signing a contract with doom itself
“ Ma'am, everyone is waiting” a maid said , her head lowered .
Freya's eyes looked hollow but beneath the look of emptiness ,laid dread .
She walked out of the room, her white dress luxuriously filling up the space . Freya looked up , the hall looking elegantly adorned with multiple chandeliers of different aristocratic backgrounds . Her mouth hung open but the thought of marrying an old man made her stomach churn with discomfort.
She gulped and walked down the aisle with no one by her side . Her eyes caught sight of her mother and her sister who didn't spare any chance to mock her. Her mother had a smile plastered on her face while her sister's face brimmed with malice and sarcasm . Tears brimmed up in her eyes as she watched everyone whispering.
They must be wondering why she was alone , nobody to walk her to her ‘ husband’ . Her fingernails dug into her palms , the pain shooting past her hands up to her heart . She inhaled deeply .
“ I won't let you win , you won't see me cry” she whispered to herself , boldly walking up the aisle .
Allison had a smirk on her face . Watching her sister getting married to an old man would mark the happiest day in her life . A sneer appeared on her face. Want to become a doctor ? You can try !
“ Mom, that must be the old man who is supposed to marry her right ?” Allison asked , her gaze locked on the old man standing on the altar .
Astrid flashed a sweet smile , “ your sister is lucky to be married to a man like that . She would have a lot to gain and nothing to lose” Astrid said innocently , her voice echoing with insincerity.
Allison became overjoyed, Freya had no place to go , she would never be able to escape the clutches of the bloated man . She would spend her life pleasuring a dirty man.
Freya's gaze locked on the smiling man on the altar , her heart sank rapidly , sweat ensuing on her being , this is not the life she wanted!
“ You are even more beautiful than I have imagined” the old man complimented .
Freya's lashes flickered with disgust . An old man knew what it was to be beautiful? He should also be aware that he was too old for her .
“ It was never my wish to marry you, don't be deceived” she spat , her voice laced with venom .
The old man furrowed his brows , confusion flickering in his eyes , “ ma'am, am sorry my boss is not here yet but am certain he would be here soon”
Freya's face distorted , her gaze laced with disbelief . Wasn't he the one she is to marry ?
The crowd started whispering, murmuring complaints and disdain .
“ Why isn't he here yet ? I came here just to see his face” one of the guests said , folding her hands .
“ I actually thought his wife would be from an aristocratic background, who would have thought she was just a village slum” another voiced with disdain .
Astrid's expression changed , Freya was already looking too good for the old man , why was everyone complaining ?
The next minute , The door burst open revealing a refined man with a well defined body arc . He looked hurried yet composed . His jaws were well sculptured, his eyes piercing and commanding respect . The wedding hall turned into a concert with fans only looking at their idol.
Zarek carried himself with an aloof shoulder , not giving anyone the face . Men of calibre, aristocracy and dignity were awestruck by his unparalleled beauty and explosive aura .
Allsion’s eyes widened, lips hung open with awe plastered on her face .
“ Who is he ?” Allison whispered , lost in the world of fantasy .
“ Haven't you heard ? He is the richest billionaire in the entire Asia who manages more than half of the country's resources. His influence in New York and in other Asian countries is unparalleled” a girl chatted up, her eyes locked on the calm frame of Zarek .
Allsion's eyes shone with admiration and longing . How could she forget , her sister was getting married to the rich old man ,it was only right if influential people came to this wedding .
She would do anything to make him hers, she thought her gaze locked on him as he walked towards the altar.
“ Yes, he really is everyone's spec, such a shame he is getting married to that village bumpkin today” another girl dropped the bombshell .
Allsion's eyebrows furrowed , “ getting married ? To whom ?” She asked , her eyes locked on the blonde who just spoke up .
Astrid's gaze was also fixed on the blonde, eager to hear what she had to say .
“ Seriously? Why did you attend the wedding, if you didn't know who was going to get married ? Zarek Valtor is getting married to the young lady at the altar , I feel so envious” the blonde said, crossing her arms beneath her bosom .
Allsion's world spinned , confusion flying around her like a whirlwind . “ Impossible!” She said , her gaze landing on her mother .
Astrid looked on in disbelief , the blonde must be a fool . The old man came to her and asked for Freya's hand in marriage , what was the fool saying ?
She sneered , the blonde was the one who didn't know the wedding she attended . This was her daughter’s wedding and she knew who the groom was.
“ Who is the old man then?” Allison asked , her hands softly clenching her dress .
“ The butler of course , that is Mr Rogers, the valtor’s family butler” she said , looking calm .
Allsion's eyes contracted , disbelief pestered on her face . She shook her head refusing to believe it . Zarek was not getting married to her sister , it was impossible , she couldn't get married to him . She didn't deserve someone like that , she was a village bumpkin , yes , a village bumpkin !
Astrid held unto her daughter knowing she could go crazy anytime soon “ let's go stay with your sister , we are the bride's family”
Allsion snatched her hand away, glaring at Astrid “ you want me to …stay with Freya ? Bride family ?” She sneered “ why don't you tell me to go and die? !” She barked, her body trembling with anger . Her mother had betrayed her, she let Freya marry Zarek. No one deserved him other than her!
Freya looked in disbelief, wait , what was going on. Wasn't she getting married to the old man ? When did it become the young man standing in front of her ?
Her head spinned making her feel hot and weak , what was going on ? Was she going to be sold out to the sailors ?
“ I will read out the vows” the priest broke the silence.
Freya was dumbstruck, she really was getting married !!!! The old man is the butler not the husband??!
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