Double Revenge

Chapter 4

Kelsea felt her heart racing. Marrying the man she loved filled her with excitement. Yes, she loved Carter; she didn't know if it was because he was her first man or if she just experienced love at first sight, but she desired so much to marry him that while a maid adjusted her dress, Kelsea felt a deep urge to cry.

The day before, she was sure he would choose her sister, not only because she stole the bracelet but also because of the way Carter treated her. However, now she was there, in front of the mirror with a racing heart, dressed in white, to marry the man who had taken her virginity the day before and made her the happiest woman in the world.

"Surely he recognized me," she thought while smiling widely.

"Let me finish getting her ready," Kacey, her sister, said as she entered the room with a tense smile on her face.

At that moment, Kelsea felt a chill run through her body. Her sister wasn't a sweet woman, and she had never helped her with anything, so she was sure that she was planning something.

"Very well, little sister; Carter has chosen you as his wife." Kacey tightened the straps of her dress, and Kelsea immediately screamed in pain.

"You're hurting me, Kacey!" she exclaimed, struggling to breathe.

"You unpleasant monster, I have no idea how you accomplished this, but you will pay for it," Kacey said as she tore the train from her dress. Kelsea covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle her cry.

"Please, no, I haven't done anything; I don't know why he chose me," she sobbed.

"Don't lie." Kacey slapped her, and Kelsea grabbed her cheek. "You're going to pay dearly for this," Kacey said, triumphantly leaving the room. Immediately, the poor girl, dubbed a "monster," rushed to open the door, only to discover it locked from the outside.

Kelsea sat on the bed and cried, hating how weak she was and how foolish she was, but what was she supposed to do? She had already tried to stand up for herself in front of her parents, but they always believed her sister, and they even kicked her out and threatened her for wanting to send her grandfather to a nursing home because if she left, no one would take care of old Mr. Anderson. She curled up on her bed until she felt a pair of hands touch her shoulders.

"Grandfather," she sobbed, looking at the old man with a smile.

"Today is your wedding, Kelsea. Come on, let's get you dressed," Mr. Anderson said gently. She looked at him strangely. It was very strange for her grandfather to be remembering things, but it felt good to see him happy.

"You told me not to marry that cruel man," she said, lowering her gaze. The patriarch of the Anderson family had told her exactly those words the night before when she told him she would marry Carter Smith.

"Yes, yes, I know what I said, but your destiny depends on this wedding." Kelsea looked at him, puzzled.

"But Kacey ruined my dress; I'm already so ugly that I can't go with a torn dress," she said sadly. Mr. Anderson took Kelsea's hand and gave her a letter.

"You open this only when I am no longer in this world, and you need it." Kelsea looked at the envelope, puzzled, but didn't give it much importance. She tucked it away among her belongings and looked at her grandfather with a smile.

"Let's go, Kelsea; I have something else to give you. It's your wedding, and you'll go no matter what," he guided her to her room. "This dress belonged to your grandmother. It's not very fashionable, but it will look beautiful on you," Mr. Anderson said, pulling out a white silk dress.

It was old-fashioned but very beautiful. Kelsea's eyes filled with joy. She was on the verge of shedding thick tears because she had already applied the majority of her makeup and did not wish to further damage it. "Thank you, Grandpa," she said, lovingly kissing his cheeks. She went straight to her room and put on the dress immediately.

…

Carter was in the church, waiting. Carter fixed his gaze on the door. Suddenly, Carter's eyes focused on the beautiful woman who entered. He watched as Kacey came in with a smile on her face. Then he remembered the night he spent with her, how he made her a woman, and how everything happened. It was a great coincidence that she was his business partner's daughter and the sister of the woman who had caused so much harm to his family. He sighed resignedly, wishing to fulfill his revenge and then be happy with her. The questions filled his mind:

"Did she recognize me? Does she know that I'm the man from two days ago at the masquerade party?"

He pushed all those thoughts aside because, despite his interest in her, he had to stick to his plans.

Suddenly, he looked at the door again, and he didn't understand why his heart raced when he saw her enter—when he saw Kelsea Anderson, the woman who had deceived his brother and had left him without caring about all the love he had given her. Carter clenched his fists in annoyance, scanning the woman from top to bottom with anger. She was wearing an outdated silk dress, but her beautiful body couldn't go unnoticed.

Despite her burned face, Kelsea was very beautiful. Her hair cascaded down to her hips, and her well-formed body made her look splendid. Moreover, the girl had something—something about her that not even her sister knew what it was—and that Kacey Anderson could never take away from her. Suddenly, his body reacted immediately to her and the human monster in front of him. Why? Why did she make him tremble? He clenched his teeth in frustration at his reaction and said something to annoy her.

"Wasn't there another dress?" he asked in her ear as soon as she was close. Then Kelsea felt an overwhelming urge to cry. She was dressed like that because of her sister; it was never her intention to wear that dress, but why say it? No one would believe her, as always.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Shut up, don't say anything; we're already here, and we're getting married," he said, looking at the priest.

…

The wedding took place quickly. Kacey couldn't stop looking at Kelsea with hatred for showing up at the wedding, and their parents were both annoyed that it was she who was marrying Carter and not their beloved favorite daughter.

"I hope you know how to be a good wife," her mother said, gripping Kelsea's arm tightly. She nodded with her head down and then walked over to her husband, who was talking to Kacey.

"Carter," she called him softly. He smiled tensely. There were cameras all around, and he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"What do you want? Why are you bothering me?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Well, I thought we should leave for the honeymoon."

"No, there will be no honeymoon; have you gone crazy?" he said, annoyed.

Kelsea looked into his eyes. Why was he treating her like this? Wasn't she supposed to be the one he chose because he liked her? Or not? She tightly pressed her lips together to hold back tears.

"It's better if we don't go; I don't want the cameras to keep filming," he said, grabbing her hand tightly and dragging her to the garage. "Oh, Kacey," he said, turning to look at the other twin. "You and I have some unfinished business."

Kelsea clenched her dress tightly. Was he flirting with her sister in his eyes? Then why didn't he marry her if he liked her so much? She was going to tell him all of that, but she didn't dare utter a single word; she knew that if she spoke, her tears would come pouring out of her eyes.

She spent the whole journey to their new home leaning against the window. She was nervous; she had never lived far from her parents, and she had never been alone with a man, let alone the man she loved, because she felt that she loved him. She smiled, remembering the nights she had spent with him until Carter snapped her out of her thoughts.

"We have arrived home," he said, getting out of the car.

Kelsea smiled as she looked at the mansion in front of her. It was huge, yet lonely, in a secluded part of the city.

She got out of the car behind Carter, as he didn't even open the car door for her, and then followed him along the stone path to the property.

Carter opened the door of the house and asked her to enter.

"Welcome to hell, dear wife," were his words.