vengeance

surprise surprise

As she emerged from the torpor of slumber, the unwelcome pangs of morning sickness beset her, prompting a languid stretch and a refreshing ablution. The unfamiliar constraint of being unable to indulge in her habitual minute-by-minute scrutiny of social media felt peculiar, but she was determined to devise a solution to this predicament forthwith. After donning an elegant attire, she descended to the lower floor, only to be greeted by the duplicitous countenance of her fiancé, already seated at the breakfast table, his gaze lingering on her disheveled appearance in her night attire, a sly smile playing on his lips as he offered her a courteous salutation.

“After speaking with your mother, I arranged to take you out for breakfast and later do some wedding shopping,"

he said to Charlotte.

With her arms crossed, she replied firmly, "Will you buy me everything I want?"

Her mother listened to the conversation with interest.

"Of course, my love, anything that brings you joy," he agreed.

Charlotte's lips curled into a sly smile as she said, "I want a new phone."

He let out a deep sigh, leaning his head back and responding with a hint of resignation, "Alright, if you promise to behave from now on."

Charlotte's smile turned condescending as she said, "I think we have a deal.”

Charlotte quickly got ready, and they set off in the car. He opened the door for her, displaying a gallant gesture. On the way, she placed her hands over his on the steering wheel, effectively hindering his control.

"Good grief, are you out of your mind?"

he exclaimed, pushing her hand away to prevent an accident.

"Mad about you, maybe?"

she said with a sarcastic tone, prompting him to roll his eyes. As promised, he bought her a phone and a few other things, and now they were having brunch at a table.

"I want to give you something," Charlotte said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What is it?"

he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and caution. "Oh, hell...", she began, giving him a playful yet slightly threatening look, which he chose to ignore.

The day of their wedding finally arrived. Charlotte's mother and best friend were there, surrounded by thousands of guests, as befitted the wedding of one of the city's wealthiest businessman. Charlotte looked stunning in her long princess wedding dress with delicate mesh details, a design she had chosen herself. She knew this day would be unforgettable for Ryan, given the special plan she had in store for him.

The ceremony started…

The officiating priest posed the solemn query,

"Ryan Gabriel, do you take Miss Charlotte Desdemon to be your lawfully wedded wife—" However, before he could respond, Charlotte interjected, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"I have a surprise for Mr. Ryan, if I may," she declared, her words punctuated by a piercing gaze that left Ryan visibly perplexed. Despite his request to proceed with the ceremony, Charlotte's voice rang out, clear and resolute.

"Marie, please proceed." At her behest, a large screen behind her flickered to life, projecting a damning array of evidence: Ryan's own messages and voice notes, candidly shared in a group chat, detailing a sinister plot to eliminate Mr. Desdemon and usurp his business empire.

Ryan's face turned pale as the guests in the hall began condemning him, their voices filled with outrage. His own family looked on in embarrassment, while Charlotte's eyes seemed to pierce through him. As her mother cried, recalling Ryan's plan to kill her father, Charlotte's anger boiled over. She grabbed Ryan's collar, pinning him to the wall, and shouted, "You're a ruthless killer, a despicable man! May your own son be the one to punish you!" Ryan stood speechless, not out of shame, but in admiration of Charlotte's bravery. His response was laced with threat:

"You've made a grave mistake, princess. Two days, and you're gone." The room was filled with curses and disgusted looks, a wave of revulsion that surrounded him.

Ryan pushed Charlotte away and asked the priest to continue the ceremony. He took his vows, promising to take her as his wife, and now it was her turn to respond. Just as she was about to answer, her mother rushed onto the stage, despite Marie's warnings. "Don't make this mistake," Marie pleaded. "We can leave and everything will be okay." The guests watched with curiosity, while Ryan stared at Charlotte with a smug expression. Charlotte closed her eyes and whispered, "I do..."

Ryan closed his eyes with satisfaction and said,

“I can't tell if it's brave or stupid of you but either way you're in for a surprise.”

The wedding ceremony ended, but the shock and drama lingered. Charlotte's mother was visibly upset, hurt that her daughter had married the man who had kill her father. The two weren't speaking, the tension between them palpable.

As news of the dramatic wedding spread on social media, people couldn't get enough. Everyone had an opinion, and the story quickly went viral. People were fascinated by the twists and turns, and the hashtag #RyansDarkSecret started trending. What was meant to be a celebration of love had turned into a sensational story captivating millions.

The tension between Ryan and Charlotte in the car was palpable. Ryan broke the silence, his voice low and menacing.

"What did you get out of all this? Do you know what you've gotten yourself into?" Charlotte's response was sharp. "I'm quite aware, and I'll make you regret every second."

Ryan's smile grew wider. "Opposite, my dear."

Charlotte's anger boiled over. She had risked everything for this moment, and Ryan's casual tone infuriated her.

"Stop the car, or I'll jump out!" she demanded. Ryan's response was taunting. "I dare you, wifey." Charlotte tried to open the door, but Ryan had locked it.

In frustration, Charlotte hit Ryan's thigh, but he just smiled. His reaction only fueled her anger, and she glared at him, her eyes flashing with fury. The air was charged with tension, and it was clear that this was just the beginning.

Ryan's phone erupted into a frenzy of notifications, buzzing and beeping incessantly. His eyes widened in shock as he scrolled through the endless stream of social media videos, the comments piercing his facade like daggers.

"Killing your fiancée's father for money? What a cliché," one comment read. "I guess he's a psychopath," another chimed in. "Maybe he's a killer and has killed more people before this," a third speculated.

Ryan's hands began to tremble as he read the words, his face paled in anger and humiliation. Meanwhile, Charlotte watched him with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and vindication.

But Ryan's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a sinister intent. He abruptly stopped the car, the sudden jolt throwing Charlotte off balance. Before she could react, Ryan pulled out a gun of course he was carrying all along and pressed it against her temple, making her gasp in terror.

"If I'm a killer, let me show you how to be one," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. The air seemed to freeze, the only sound the soft click of the gun's safety catch being disengaged. Charlotte's eyes went wide, her face frozen in fear as she stared into Ryan's twisted grin.