Shadow's Of Redemption

Shot gun wedding

**Amelia POV***

It was my wedding day, I felt sad, looking at my reflection in the vanity mirror. My eyes were puffy and red, since I had cried all night. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was getting married to Don Perdro of the castilago cartel. If it wasn't for my father, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Oh! Dear, you look divine,” Diane said. She was assigned the role of my maid of honor. I barely knew her, so I paid little attention to her compliment.

“You look amazing child,” Gustavo said with a smirk on his face, weilding his gun around.

“Bring the Diamond stud heels for her.” Diane ordered one of the maids.

I put them on and glanced at the mirror. I looked good as I let out a smile.

“Arh hah, perfecto,” as she grinned from ear to ear.

It didn't take long, as I noticed everyone leaving one by one as the entire room that was once buzzing with life became silent. I raised my gaze to see who commanded such respect and fear. Then our eyes locked. It was Don Pedro, he was handsomely dressed in his tuxedo and Gustavo, although far more older than him, was his best man.

“You look beautiful,” he said in a calm, yet sweet voice.

“You don't have the right to compliment me! ” I snapped

“What?” he roared at me. I could see the rage in his eyes.

“You heard me right, this is an arranged marriage, you might buy my body, but you'll never have my love.” I said, as I walked towards the drawer.

“Stop right there!, he barked at me, I could see he was ready to skin me alive.

“Nobody walks out on me, I own you. The earlier you get that through your thick skull, the better for you,” he said as he approached me.

“If I say you're beautiful, it means you're beautiful.And you appreciate my compliment,” he added.

“You can't,” I said, but was shut up by his muscular hand, as he pressed my neck.

I gasped for air, he was suffocating me.

“You’re beautiful, what will your response be?” he asked as he pinned me to the wall.

“Thank.. You…Don” I whispered, my eyes were bloodshot already.

He released his hands from my neck as I started coughing, grasping for air.

“Good girl, get ready, we don't want to keep our guest waiting now, do we?” he said with a smirk on his face.

As he sauntered out the door, he paused in his tracks, and said “Dont embarrass me, Amelia. Your father's life depends on

it,”

Gustavo led me out of the room, holding a gun to my waist, in case I tried anything funny. The walk down the aisle was different from what I had imagined for myself. I envisioned myself getting married to the man of my dreams, but my reality was far from my imagination.

“Do you, Pedro castillago, take her to be your lawfully wedded wife?”In riches and poverty, in good health and in bad till death do you part?

“Yes I do.” Don Pedro replied.

“And do you, Amelia Alex, take him to be your lawfully weded husband? In riches and poverty, in good health and in bad till death do you part?

“Yes,” I felt the blood drain from my face as I struggle to fight off the beads of tears already forming in my eyes.

“You don't have to be so dramatic. It's your wedding day,” Don Pedro whispered into my ears as he waved at the congregation who were oblivious of everything that was happening.

“This is going to be our room for the night” Don Pedro said. His voice was lovely but I couldn't cast my mind past the fact that he was a monster.

“Our room?” I retorted, “ I only agreed to marry you, I didn't agree to share the same bed with you.” I was fuming.

I picked up a pillow, heading to the door when I head a gunshot to the door knob.

I paused in my tracks, as I slowly turned, my heartbeat pulsated as I trembled in fear.

“ I have no desire of sharing the same bed with you Don.” I said, the tears I was fighting back so hard not to drop, flowed freely down my cheek. I couldn't take it anymore.

“You have no say in this,” he replied.

‘This wasn't a marriage but a torture’ I muttered to myself.

“I won't stay here with you!, I won't.” I said as I stood up in defiance.

He pushed me to the bed as I struggle to fight him of, but he was too strong. I tried to reach for the door, when his strong muscular arms yanked me into the air, reaping off my gown.

He raced towards me, slamming my head again the bed counter.

“How dare you refuse my orders.” He lashed out at me.

He pinned me under his muscular frame as I screamed for help, but none came to my rescue. He tried kissing me but I refused. He managed to kiss on my neck.

“Stay still,” he said with a seductive voice. I could feel his member hard against my walls. He fondled on my n****e as he kissed me passionately. I struggled to fight back, but he overpowered me.

He pierce into me, with his large member, thrusting into me. As I screamed in pains.

He took me by force. I could see the excitement in his eyes. He was worst than the devil. I cried for help that night, more than I had cried during mum’s funeral.

I prayed for a miracle, but this was my present reality. No one was coming to my rescue.

“Arghhh, that was awesome as he jerked inside of me. I could feel the warmth of his semen burning within my coochie.