Chapter Four
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AMELIA pov
All the papers were signed, and just like a dream, I was escorted out of the prison with a stranger as my soon-to-be husband. He wrapped his arms firmly around my waist and walked me into his car like I was some package he had just bought. Three other black cars followed him from behind, and three at the front.
The car smelled just like him, cold, expensive, and dangerous.
"What's your name?" I asked after sitting alone for almost two hours.
His expression remained hard; he did not even spare me a glance. "It is none of your business. And I would appreciate it if you keep quiet."
"Just the same way, I would appreciate it if you told me your name. We can't be getting married, and I don't know your name. It would help me construct a proper thank you speech."
He ignored me and instead poured his attention on the laptop in front of him. Is that how much he hates me?
I leaned back in my seat, eyeing him. "This is the part where you introduce yourself and make small talk. You know, like you can pretend to be human."
Still typing, no response.
"Okay, Mr. Silent Treatment. You married a woman and can't even look at her. Not creepy at all." I asked just to get a reaction out of him.
No reaction.
"What a jerk," I whispered. That caught his attention as he stopped what he was doing and looked at me, like glared at me through his dark-tinted glasses before he continued.
We remained quiet throughout the ride without saying a word till the car stopped at the mall.
I will be back in an hour. In the meantime, they would dress you suitably for the wedding," he said.
I furrowed my eyebrow." Are you going to leave me here?"
He stared at me with no emotions; it was just too hard to know what he was thinking or if he was angry. " Like I said, I would meet you here in an hour. I did not bring you out of the prison just to leave you here," he said.
An old woman with blonde hair walked in and stared at me. And then at us. "Who is this?" she asked.
He swallowed hard. "Amelia, my bride and Daniel's wife," he added.
Her eyes immediately hardened as she glared at me with so much hatred.
Did I do something to her?
She looked at him, "Kadyen, why her?" she asked.
Oh, so his name is Kayden.
He sucked in a deep breath and looked at her. "You know why, Rita," he said softly. "You know why."
She looked at him for a while before she heaved a sigh and turned to me, "Follow me”
"Okay, ma," I said and turned to the handsome stranger that has refused to tell me his name. "Goodbye, Kadyen," I said with a teasing smile.
He ignored me and walked into his car. I followed the woman inside the shop. "Sit here while we bring some of the dress he selected for you' she said.
I gave her a nod, even if I found it strange that he had already picked a dress for me. He seemed to be so sure that I was going to agree to his offer.
Some girls walked in with three black dresses. Not white, pink, or even gold but black. Who the hell chooses a black gown for his bride?
"I want white. A white gown. I can't wear black," I told her.
"He chose black for you. And you don't have a choice," she replied
I rolled my eyes as I muttered under my breath, "It's a freaking wedding, not a burial."
I heaved a sigh and sat down. "I guess I would just wait for him then.
He came exactly one hour later, he had pulled on his suit and was left with only a white long-sleeved shirt with his sleeves rolled up. Still had his dark glasses on. He turned to Rita and hugged her before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
He turned to me and immediately squeezed his face. "Can we go?" he asked.
"No. I can't wear this dress to the wedding."
He etched an eyebrow as he picked the dress. "What is wrong with it. It is your size."
'Yes, and it is black. I can't wear black to the wedding," I complained and then took a loud, annoying sip of my latte.
"You have no choice, Amelia, and it's going to be just two of us and some of my men. No need to be excited and go the extra mile to pick a dress," he said, his tone filled with sarcasm.
Ouch! I gave him a curt nod and followed the girls to wear the dress.
As I stared at the mirror with the black dress on my pale white skin, the black hand-gloves on my hands like some form of handcuff, I could not shake the feeling that this could be the worst year for me. That I could be walking into something more dangerous.
But, how bad can it be? A year and it will be done.
What more can it be? At least I know he does not like me, and he does not value our marriage. There would be no need to try to be friends. He has made it clear that he does not want that.
I have seen myself having nothing, and if I can survive that, then I can survive this.
With that, I sucked in a deep breath, put on the black heels that were placed by my side. Sat down and let them do the makeup before walking to meet him.
His eyes stared at me, his dark eyes licked my skin.
"Perfect," he said, almost breathless, his eyes softened for a moment before they hardened again.
"Let's go."
The ride to the church was quiet without a word. We signed the wedding certificate without even any formal kiss or anything, and he drove to his house.
His house had a unique design. Most of the rooms were painted black and white with golden designs around them. Most of his furniture was gold. I am sure he had a thing for black and gold.
He helped me lift the bag into a room. "This would be your room," he said, and rolled my bus into my walk-in closet.
"Mine?" I asked.
"Yes," he said and added, " the fact that we are married doesn’t mean we will be in the same room " he said, sounding a bit offended.
"okay," I responded in a low voice.
"Good. Stay in this room. Your clothes would be delivered to you and don’t bother stepping out because I will know” he warned
"Okay," I replied with a shrug. Is not like I know my way around here.
I heaved a sigh as I jumped on the soft bed smiling. At least an absent husband is better than the devil.
I watched him walk away, wondering what my life would be like.
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