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Laura lay on her bed, her back to the ceiling, legs raised, cutting back and forth like a pair of scissors, as she stared at the photos on her hand.
They came out incredibly beautiful, even though Ethan wasn't smiling. She traced around his face, remembering the warmth and comfort she'd felt whenever he had to hold her.
Specifically, she enjoyed when he'd wrapped her in a back hug. It felt safe, secure, and comfortable.
“This isn't bad. He's not invading my privacy, and I'm not invading his.” She said, getting up from her bed to arrange the photos in her drawer.
Humming, she threw a coat over her gown, and left the house, ready to enjoy the evening breeze.
Delphi followed, the breeze ruffling her shoulder-length hair behind her “We need to talk, Miss.”
“About Ethan, I presume? Ethan, and Ryder, isn't it?” She asked softly, as she played with her nails.
“I tried to accept you suddenly marrying a complete stranger, but then this stranger brings in another weird stranger. It feels like a scene in those movies where two bandits team up to exploit a naive young lady.” Delphi poured out, as she tried to keep up with Laura's increasing strides.
“No one is exploiting anyone. He doesn't recall a thing. I saved him from the water, remember? A situation like that isn't something anyone can plan, and no, I won't be exploited. I'm not falling in love with him, and we're not having anything together, and who cares if he burns money. Money is of absolutely no use to me. I don't like shopping, going to parties, traveling… I'm just someone who likes to stay home, and read books, so him using my money doesn't sound like exploiting me.” Laura explained, as Delphi fell in step next to her.
“So what's your next plan? After the marriage?”
“I'm going to show everyone just how rebellious I can be.” Laura replied, stopping in her stride. All her life, she'd been controlled.
She had always been the one listening, and doing what they wanted. Well, not anymore.
She would show them how much of a mistake they'd made, and she was starting by marrying the wrong man.
“Miss.” Delphi's hand flew to her forehead, as she could not imagine how she would deal with a rebellious Laura.
Just then, a car swerved off the road, nearly knocking into them. The two women screamed, as Delphi pushed Laura aside. However, the car stepped on its brakes heavily, before the door opened, and Laura had to shield her face with her arms, as the strong golden beams of the car's headlights threatened to blind her.
Her heart pounded hard, as the shock harassed her veins, sending blood pumping through her ears.
A figure came to stand in front of her, blocking the light, and she looked up to find George grinning, his face twisted into a mask of nothing but pure wickedness.
Now, her heart wasn't just pounding, it was trying to tear out of her chest. He found her—again!
This time, he was well prepared. Two more cars stopped, and from them, poured bodyguards in unified black uniforms.
“Now, you're coming with me. You can run, Laura, but you can't hide.” He sneered, bending to snatch her wrist in his grasp. Her heart jolted, kicking, as adrenaline flushed harder into her body.
She wrenched against him restlessly, but he was too strong.
“What the heck are you doing!?” She raged at him.
“You can't take her. She's ma…” Delphi began, as she tried to squeeze Laura's wrist out of George's grip,
George raised his hand, and landed a backhanded slap on her face, tearing a sharp gasp out of Laura, who began to kick, and scream, trying to call attention to them.
Delphi’s cheek was a blazing red, as her hand slipped off it.
“You must be crazy! What do you think you're…?” Laura began, only to receive the same thing. George landed a nasty whack onto her face, and hands immediately grabbed her shoulders in an iron grasp, taking her to the car.
Delphi followed, trying to grab hold of her, but was pushed down mercilessly by another set of guards.
Laura was taken forcefully, and squeezed into the backseat of the car, like she was a non-living thing.
The car raced away into the night, while Laura's chest rose and fell in waves, as she watched George silently through the scattered hair all over her face.
“Too bad your prince charming isn't here to save you. Married, my foot. Tonight, you'll be my play doll.” He said, as he examined the golden wristwatch on his hand.
“I want to speak to Father.”
“Ah, that's fine. Your father will be coming to my place.”
“I tell you I'm married! Can't you see the ring on my finger!” She screeched at him, holding up her shaking fingers.
“Oh, that's fine, sweets. I have one too.” He replied casually, raising his fingers full of rings with a lazy grin spread on his face.
Immediately they got to the large mansion, after driving for almost an hour, Laura was pushed down from the car, and led into the mansion with walls full of grotesque pictures, and naked ladies.
Graphically insulting images like p*********y filled the portraits in the living room.
The maids all stopped what they were doing to bow to George, casting meaningful side glances at each other.
“Look here. I'm married.” Laura fished out her phone, and began to search for pictures of her and Ethan, “Have your fill of them! You will see our certificate of marriage there too. Too bad. I can't get married twice!” She spat at him, refusing to get intimidated.
George slackened his tie as the phone was brought to him by one of his men.
He slid through them, taking his tie off, then chuckled.
“Ah, when did you both do this? When have you been dating?” His eyes still lingered on the photos.
“That's completely none of your business!” She spat venom at him, her body trembling.
George tossed the phone away, and approached her.
Laura made herself stand tall, shooting laser beams at him through her eyes, refusing to be intimidated, only for her to be shocked.
In two powerful moves, George's hands were at the neckline of her dress, ripping it open with a satisfying SHRRRIP!
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