Forced marriage: Mr Flynn darling wife

Chapter Two

CELESTE’S POV

The ceremony concluded as the evening light faded. Luca and I exited in a car arranged by the Flynns. The silence between us was louder than any words could be.

The sting of waiting for an hour at the altar still burned inside me, simmering under my skin. I couldn’t just let it go.

“An apology would help,” I said, adjusting my seat belt, hoping for any acknowledgment.

Luca’s gaze lifted from his phone momentarily, indifferent, before he resumed scrolling. The dismissal struck me like a slap, my chest tightening.

“Luca!” My voice cracked, my fingers digging into the edge of my seat.

He sighed, finally turning to face me, his expression void of warmth. “Celeste, this isn’t some fairytale. Don’t expect it to be.”

“Fairytale?” I spat the word, my heart hammering with frustration. "Is that what you think this is?"

“I had important meetings today, and I postponed them for this goddamned wedding,” he said, each word cutting deeper than the last.

“Our wedding is ‘goddamned’? Our wedding is an inconvenience to you?” The words left my lips in a whisper, more to myself than him. It was almost surreal, the man sitting beside me, my husband, felt as distant as a stranger

The car pulled to a stop, and without a backward glance, Luca stepped out. I followed, the weight of my gown making each step heavier. His strides were confident; mine trembled with uncertainty.

We climbed the steps, and he opened the door to his room, hesitating just long enough for me to notice. He stepped aside, allowing me in with a sigh before disappearing into the bathroom without a word.

The suffocating fabric of my gown clung to my body. I needed to be free of It. I started undressing. At first, I tried to wait till Luca was done so I could do that in the bathroom, but he was taking too long, and the dress was too uncomfortable, and I had no choice.

I slipped the dress down, leaving only my bra and lace thong.

I stood in front of the mirror, with just a brassiere and a thong on as I stared at my reflection.

The mirror captured the beauty of the room alongside the beauty of my body. I was lost deep in the reflection till I caught a movement through the mirror - Luca, standing in the doorway, eyes locked on me through the mirror.

I turned sharply, arms instinctively covering my half-exposed breast, but the realization that the mirror's reflecting my butt made my face flush.

Luca’s eyes weren’t cold this time; instead, there was something unreadable in their depths. A flicker of something I couldn’t decipher.

He cleared his throat, the spell breaking. Without saying a word, he reached for a fresh suit jacket and dressed swiftly. “I’ll move my things when I get back,” he said, already moving toward the door.

“When you get back?” My voice was small, trembling as dread coiled in my stomach.

The slam of the front door and the roar of the departing car answered my question. I stood by the window, watching the night consume his taillights, wondering if this marriage would be the prison I feared—or something far more dangerous.

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LUCA’S POV

“Ah, what a fine child you two will have,” my grandfather, Sabestier Flynn, mused. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me like iron chains.

“Children, Sabestier,” Celeste’s grandfather corrected with a chuckle, the two men sharing a hearty laugh over drinks.

I glanced at Celeste, who wore the mask of a perfect bride. As much as I wasn’t interested in this marriage, I couldn’t ignore her beauty. The image of her in nothing but that bra and lace thong had seared itself into my mind, taunting me. I’d left the room before my self-control slipped.

Tonight, a feast was expected to celebrate our union—a pointless tradition that irritated me. I wanted nothing more than to get through it and return to my life, my business.

I had hired a renowned culinary company to handle the feast, but they were nowhere to be found. The guests’ who have been on seat for a while murmur grew louder, frustration building like a storm.

I dialled the company repeatedly, each call going to voicemail. My jaw tightened as I made a silent promise to make them regret this. But for now, I had to resolve the chaos.

“Let me handle the cooking,” a soft voice said behind me.

I turned to see Celeste, determination glinting in her eyes

I hesitated, pride battling practicality, but I knew I had no other option. If she messes up, It was her risk to take, not mine.

Celeste soon made herself useful in the kitchen, while I continued talking to the guests. Taking glances towards the kitchen now and then

Minutes passed; our nose was filled with a tantalizing aroma of food.

The murmurings changed to praise as dishes were brought out, the guests’ expressions shifting from impatience to delight.

judging by the look alone, I knew the food was superb.

I glanced at Celeste, who was seated beside me, a triumphant smile tugging at her lips. Her expression seemed to say, “I never disappoint.” As the guests' praises and compliments followed.

For a brief moment, I felt the urge to acknowledge her efforts, perhaps even offer thanks. But my pride held me back, and instead, I leaned in close, my voice just a whisper.

“Celeste, don’t mistake this for anything more than it is. I won’t fall for your trap.”

Her smile faded, confusion clouding her features as my words sank in.