BOUND BY DESIRE

WEDDING VOWS

The dinner was a silent one with everyone focused on their meals.

The temperature of the room was intensely high and there seemed to be an invisible choke hold as everyone, well except the owner of the house and his bodyguard, ate with their breaths held.

Alora was the most affected as her gazed just pinned to her meal but her soul wasn't there, her mind kept galivanting with the thoughts of the entire episode that took place and had been taking place since.

The man her father wanted her to marry was him, the same guy who always appeared in her nightmares and scaring the living and unliving daylight out of her.

Always whispering those heartless words she dropped at the prison to her.

"Criminals never agree"

Now that she thought of it, her mind scaled to what he said at the restaurant.

"We'll see again"

So this was what he meant.

Marrying her was the most legal way to end her.. He was rich and affluent and affluent people always had their ways.. He would easily end her and just like his, her case would be tossed.

Alora suddenly gasped at that realization.

HE WOULD KILL HERRR..

"Alora" His calm dulcet voice filtered into her ears and she snapped her wide eyes to him, her heart palpitations, loud and extremely fast, she prayed it doesn't burst out of her ribcage.

She traced his gaze to her palm and saw she cut herself.

"Go up the stairs and wash it off.... Replace her meal" His condescending voice broke the air like heavy hurricane smashing against her ears and that of the maid wish he referred to after, his eyes returning to his meal.

"Uhhh.. I'm.. I'm fine" Alora cleared her throat.

"Alora... Do as your soon to be husband says" Alora switched her gaze to her father and she blinked again as the average man glared quietly at her, she stood heading upstairs.

She walked into the first room she saw heading to the bathroom to the platinum white sink and turned on the water faucet placing her hand under it.

Her gaze lingered on the metallic red substances mix with water and rush down the drain in hurried slides.

She sighed.

But a frown made her brows crease, her senses heightening. her heart beat frantically and slowly she moved her gaze upward to the mirror .. To find him.. Right behind her.

He took a step closer, and closer, and closer till his scent overshadowed hers, her butt pressing right against his thigh, his height towering, his icy-blue frosty eyes, never drifting.

He took his hands out of his pocket and he stretched them forward placing them on hers that still held firmly onto the sink and a sound escaped her throat.

A gasp was intended but an hiccup pulsated instead.

Embarrassment flushed her.

Alora cursed herself for even feeling embarrassed.

He took her hands with his and placed them under the still running faucet washing her hands with his.

Alora's breathing was slowly failing, she had been unable to breath properly since he stepped in and now he was washing her hands.

The effect he had on her was toxic... To think she could detect his presence by his aura alone was mahd.

By the time he was done, he turned off the faucet, his aura still calm same as his body as he stood behind her, he didn't move back like she expected as he was done, instead he placed his hands at the side of the sink where hers were once placed.

Her hands currently were hung on the air where he dropped them immediately he was done washing it.

He shifted his gaze to the side of her face but Alora dared not look back, just shake like a leaf as he gazed comfortable at her.

He must be comfortable... Discomfort was eating her up raw.

"You seem so affected by me.. Malenkij Vrunishka.. [Iittle liar] " Davian muttered, his voice calm and composed, his warm minty breath filling her nostrils and circulating her senses and she gulped it before she could stop herself.

Alora couldn't not reply, her voice felt trapped.

"Answer me" His voice went up a little higher that a mutter but not as high as a yell, the sound jolting Alora to a shock.

"Do you dread me that much.. Huh.. Malenkij Vrunishka" He whispered this time breath tickling her ears but not the kind to draw laughs, the kind that sent even more dread to claw at her skin.

Alora shut her eyes, tightening the closed skin, her hands fistujg tightly midair as well.

"I don't"

Those words came out forcefully, the lie so obvious.

A derisive puff of air escaped his nostrils slamming against her neck as he leaned down.

"Liar.... Liars never agree.. Right..? " He said using the exact same phrase she used on him that day and Alora held back her breath tightening her closed eyes.

He finally moved back, away from her, heading towards the door.

" You'll find your wedding dress at your house.. Don't play funny... You know you can't win.." His dismissive voice exited along with him and Alora released the breath she was unaware of holding.

*NEXT DAY *

[WEDDING]

Standing at the door leading to the aisle was Alora with her father right beside her, their arms interlinked while she held the large bouquet of rose white flowers ornated with touches of irises looking so beautiful.

She was clad in the voluptuous white diamond crusted strapless wedding gown with the train far back behind and full to its limit.

This definitely was what she imagined her wedding to be like but definitely not what she needed it to feel like.

The grandeur, the bubbling atmosphere, the many people, her, dressed this beautifully, her dad beside her leading her to her husband.

That was what she wanted.. That was what she was getting.

But then, she never imagined to feel so..

Empty.

Lost.

Sold.

Alora bit her lower lip, the entire people in that arena blurred in her vision, just like she imagined the it to be on her wedding day. The man, the only one in sight

But he was the only one in her sight not out of love.. But the one feeling which made her heart increase its beat.

Fear.

Thr procession began and everything the Marriage Officiant said never got to Alora's ears as she stared at her soon to be groom through her veil not breaking the eye contact formated.

Anyone staring at them from the crowd would easily be deceived with the thoughts that they were gazing at each other with love.

The families of both attended necessarily, Sir Donald and Emily who had an unexplainable look on her face.

Also Sir Edgar Romanov and Greyson were there as well.

Greyson had a huge unpleasant scowl on his face as he watched the two get joined by their wedding vows.

"Do you Davian Romanov take Miss Alora Cree as your lawfully wedded wife, to love her in sickness and in health till death do you both apart" The Marriage Officiant asked and tension was cast in the air for Alora as she waited for his answer which was taking longer than expected.. And for the first time, Alora saw a slow derisive smirk appear at the corner of his lips.

"I do" He answered the two powerful words that sent thunderous claps in the air.

The Marriage Officiant asked Alora the same question and she parted her lips to let out the words but sound betrayed her.

At that crucial moment she realized the risk she was taking by accepting, , it was her happiness on the line here, she could refuse and end every shitty thing happening.. Her life after relied on just two words she would utter.

Her lip parted finally let out a sound that was almost unheard.

"I.."

" I...." Alora drawled and Davian raised a skeptic brow at her.

Sir Donald stood up from the crowd gazing at Alora and Emily held the sides of her chair like she was about standing up.

Sir Edgar frowned slightly and Greyson was suddenly interested in the wedding as he gazed at Alora.

Whispers filled the hall as all eyes were on Alora.

"I...."