Married To A Handsome Devil

Karma Is A B*tch!

He went easy on me this time, the pushing that is. It was the best treatment received so far.

The inside of the mansion was poarse. As if their idea of decor ended with the garden. It lacked everything but a single chair at its centre.

A chair was all I could see... A wooden chair!!

“Is this a new house?” I silently wondered.

They sat me down on the chair and once more fastened my hands to the back of the chair, while I looked around confusedly as everyone I had walked in with went back outside.

Are they really going to leave me here?

I counted every minute I was left alone in the spacious empty mansion before anything else had happened.

Three minutes seemed long when surrounded in utter silence.

And elderly woman came in while rolling a single dress on a rack. “Tomorrow, you wear this” she ordered with a strict tone like she was talking to a child, her child, and left.

She sounded Russian, I thought, but still, “What the heck!!! Is that my wedding dress? What-, how did it get here?"

All sorts of questions that would not get an answer within the nearest future arose.

“Calm down, Jane” as perplexed as the kidnapping is... “It is your wedding gown” I say as I looked at the special design pattern I had applied by myself. “It’s yours” I tried convincing myself but just couldn’t as none of this makes sense.

There was no time to think straight of anything. How could I wear the wedding dress tomorrow if I was not going to marry George. Who then will-

“George! GEORGEEE!!!!” I yelled out, not willing to think of who it is that my lips will meet tomorrow “If this is a surprise, I do not wan-, I do not like it!!” I was more frightened at the thought of what if it isn’t a surprise.

I didn’t even realise it. When I gave up and fell asleep late at night.

I had woken up to the scent of coffee “coffee in the morning!” I groaned “Who does that?” Many people, just not me.

I see it as either an addiction or a deceitful way of thinking you have the energy, but instead, you’re just quickly wearing out your body.

I slowly jerk my head up in hope that though I am still strapped to the chair, I would not see that which was brought before me last night.

“You have got to be kidding me” it was still there, untouched. How am I even supposed to dress in cuffs.

“Heyyy!!!” No answer “Bastards, I am up” but still, no one had answered. “F*ck it” I gave up and tried falling back asleep, but could not till after a good thirty minutes or so.

I was awoken by a loud thud from outside the mansion, and before me is a cold plate of food. No steam from the coffee, and the bread looked hard.

I would rather die right now, I prayed.

Although the food was not to my liking, my stomach grumbled. I struggled to reach the plate on the floor but instead, the outcome of my efforts to appreciate what appears to be their kindness was a hard fall on my face.

“Ouch” I groaned in pain. Furious at both the person’s stupidity and mine. However, I still slither to where the dry bread is and ate using ONLY my mouth.

The cup of coffee had sadly spilled all over the place and I could not lick the floor. Gross.

No one came to my aid till at night. The elderly woman only cut me loose and said “Wear this” while pointing the wedding dress and left.

I simply obeyed... NOT.

How the hell was I going to put on a million dollar wedding gown without bathing. No make up, and worst of it all, I know not who I am wearing it for.

I rushed over to the door. It was locked. I cursed beneath my breath while looking for another escape route.

Many locked doors had I encountered, but one had surged back my lost hope.

I slowly opened it, unsure of what surprise I might find lurking behind the door... “What!” I exclaimed, immediately slamming the empty room’s door and decided to head back.

“Even if I wear this...” I say in defeat while holding one side of the beautiful wedding gown I wasted so much effort on “... what next?”

I had hoped for this gown to be the only real thing about me when I marry George, but now, I no longer see its value.

Something told me to just wear it. Obviously disturbed about getting naked in a stranger’s house with probably hidden cameras everywhere, but either way, I got dressed.

It was that or another whole day in confinement.

The white laced, sleeved gown I was afraid to be seen as an oversized cow was much more loose than I expected.

I was hungry, and could not deny it.

I had taken my stroll in slippers, which are now dirty. So I decided to loose it.

The floor was actually clean to walk on, but still, even with knowing this, I would not have used my tongue to drink my spilled coffee from the floors.

Despite wearing my gown that presently makes me feel like a big shot, I needed a mirror, and recalled the long body mirror I by passed by in search for an opened door.

“Thank God” I say when I saw it from a distance “f*ck no” and did when I saw myself in it.

“My hair, my skin, my everything I tried to preserve, all ruined” I cried.

Although I may not be a girly girl, I wanted to give it a shot, for an occasion as special as such.

I stood for minutes lost in the ugliness of my state and did not even realise when someone had walked in on me.

“The master awaits you” the dark skinned body guard said while curving his elbow as a gesture to hold his hand and walk with him.

Reluctantly, I took it and followed him in silence. He did not ask, or talk about how I looked or smelled. He simply walked elegantly towards a door.

The door I once tried to open with force, was now simply opened with a gentle push.

This life is not balanced, I thought.

No matter, that did not stun me as much as what I saw next.

Another side of the garden which was divided – a pathway – in which I slowly walked towards a figure that was not clear enough from where I stood.

The petals, white and pink in color, were scattered everywhere in conflict but still looked majestic.

The garden here looked much more tender than the one I first gazed upon. As though, if a slight breeze were to pass by, I will be carried away.

Which was exactly what was happening.

Soft music played in the background. The flowers swerved midair in circles and drifting off into the skies.

And my bare feet engulfed in carpet grass. Slightly sinking into them with every step I took. Giving me a feel of being appreciated, and held on to with much need.

My mouth unconsciously opened that I had forgotten to take another look at the guy on the altar.

No one else was around other than them and nature. Not forgetting, the priest.

I had unknowingly reached the stairs, my mind, drained in the beauty of the scenery I viewed through my mantle, and I was let go off by the brown skinned guard.

The next step was embarrassing, I tripped. Even though I was expecting less from the guy, a little saving from falling flat to the ground would not mind as much.

He looked at me, I am unable to read his expression as I tried avoiding his- “He looks-“ this face, this size, this aura, this feeling that never once left me ever since... That day.

Slowly, I got up on my feet, unsure of what to do. I just walked over the remaining steps I had not tripped on and ended halfway.

“This way miss” the priest spoke whereas I trembled.

Am I really getting married to this guy? He has not even said a word to me. I found him raising his voice at a weak old woman. He must be heartless at the least.

My paralyzed body had pushed him to come closer to where I was, and the priest followed en suite.

My face had partially been sealed with a white lace. He slowly removed it out of sight and over my head but his facial expressions only seemed to get worse.

His mouth slowly curved into a bitter frown.

The priest coughed to make his presence known “We are here tonight to join the marriage between Ivan Guillermo, and Janette Morina”

I only looked at my illegal husband to be. “Ivan” how can you know your husband’s name only the day you are to marry!!, I kept bugging myself with unanswered questions. Anything to take my mind off of whatever ritual this is.

No one has vows to say. Most especially me. But how can’t you have something to say to your kidnapped bride?, I was troubled with fright.

Something like ‘You are the best thing that I have ever kidnapped. After this, you would still be tied to a chair, well, another chair... Your wedding chair. Which probably will be made of steel this time as I already have you and can dispose of you at any time” I rampaged.

Before I could come back to my senses, the priest had reached the end “- and bad times, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in-“

“Cut to the chase” Ivan intercepted with a terrifying side glance at the priest.

The stiff and deep voice had not changed at all. It sounded the same to me. Harsh.

Even if he were to say that this is his normal tone, no one would believe.

The priest staggered for a while before finally saying “And now, by the power invested in me by God and man, I pronounce you husband and wife” he paused with a confused smile at me “You may now kiss the bride”

I had joked about the unlucky woman to marry this guy... Karma is a crazy ass b*tch.