Chapter Two
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Mother helped me get the dress on that daddy had chosen for the occasion. Today was my birthday, I was now turning eighteen daddy decided to throw me a party, I was so excited because he has never done anything that didn't benefit him and so I thought. I tried tugging the dress though, the dress didn't get any longer. I'd never worn anything this revealing.The dress was quite short and had a low V-cut at the front and it was backless. It was clinging to my curves and complimenting my breasts. My hair was pinned up and some few strands pulled out. Mother was wearing a floor-length rose gold silk dress. "You look amazing, every man will be drooling over you",she whispered.
I cringed "I look like an escort".
Father had never liked me showing off my body he always said that is how sluts dressed . Mother put her hand on my waist as we were leaving the room. I stared down at my cleavage. The dress accentuated my full size Cs. "Here", mom handed me five-inch Louboutin's. The red bottomed, gold lace up pumps were sexy as hell. The problem is I didn't know how to walk on heels. "Hold you head high". The way she said was like she was taking a sheep to the slaughterhouse. "Ladies and gentlemen, my beautiful daughter, Aiyana Caifano ", my father says as the crowd applauds. Then it hits me that I know no one attending the party, but i'm not totally shocked since daddy never lets me go to normal school and interact with people my age instead I am home schooled. "Today, we celebrate the uniting of the Castellos and the Caifanos, for decades the two families have been in war but that changes now, my daughter will be married to their older son to establish between our families, that is all, you may proceed enjoying this engagement party".
"Engagement party! what is the meaning of this", I echoed, my voice sounding distant. Mother was pale , her face drawn with shame.
I carefully move out from her arms and walk to my fathers office. My stomach is in knots when reach his office door. After a moment to wipe my tears, I knocked.
"Come in", he says as if knowing I would come to him.
I entered forcing my eyes to look elsewhere but him as he is sited behind his mahogany desk in a wide black leather armchair;behind him is a huge shelf carrying books that even daddy didn't read but they hid a secret exit from the house and out of the premises.
"Sit". I hesitate for a moment but the look of irritation on his face changes my thinking.
"Father, why me? I am just eighteen I can't get married. What about my plans for the future, you did not even consider asking me on how I felt on this 'engagement' ", I chocked as tears start balling out of my eyes. I couldn't breathe.
I gripped on my dress so tightly my knuckles were turning white. At this point I felt nothing numbness worked its way through my body.
"The wedding is in a month, you are to get married to Viktor ".
My father was now throwing me into the arms of a stranger. MY HUSBAND.
My vertigo was now kicking in. I've heard a few things about Viktor Castello; everyone was afraid of him and his nickname 'The Reaper' for cutting off a man's head with one slice because he was two days late from paying his debt, even daddy was always afraid of him.
He was also thirteen years older than me; from the rumors I've heard his wife died of an illness but people suspect he murdered her.
"Is that all", I hiccup wiping my tears
"He's here tonight to see you so go freshen up fast and come meet your fiance, that will be all for now". he says then leaves.
I ran to my room throwing myself on my bed and couldn't stop crying. What did i do to deserve this, I stand up and walk to my dresser and stare at myself at the mirror, here I thought father as really doing something for me but once again i'm wrong. I remove the smeared makeup of my face and replace it with newly applied one.
I pull out my phone and google him. I find several photos of and articles about Viktor. He has the coldest blue eyes I've ever seen. Those eyes looked like they never show mercy to his victims when he puts bullets through them. He looked like he was 6'4 in height and was really muscled up no wonder daddy calls him a beast behind his back.
I put my phone down and take deep breathes and leave the room.
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