THE DEVIL'S BRIDE

Chapter five

(MR & MRS)

"Jesus Christ, mom are you insane!" He yelled, the veins in his head popping out like there were going to explode.

Sinclair stormed outside and everyone followed, his breath ragged with fury as he turned to face his mother.

“I ask again, are you insane, mother!” he demanded, his voice filled with fury.

He moved closer to her and she flinched back.

“You arranged a marriage for me and still tricked me into it without my consent? Do you think I’m some puppet for you to control?”

Carla stood her ground, her face unreadable, but her eyes gleamed with a sense of satisfaction that only fueled Sinclair's anger.

“It’s not what you think, Sinclair. This is the best thing for you"

“No! Stop it mom” Sinclair interrupted, his voice shaking in anger.

“You don’t get to decide my life for me, not like this! I won’t marry her, I won’t!”

"But you're already married to her, so you'd have to live with it" Carla said.

Leah, felt a cold shiver crawl up her spine. She could barely meet Sinclair’s gaze, her hands trembling at her sides. Urine threatened to escape from her bladder, but she clenched her muscles and prayed it wouldn’t happen.

"I’m not letting this happen. I won’t have a wife forced on me. This thing here wouldn't step her feet into my house"

With that, he turned sharply entering into his car but Carla grabbed Leah and made her sit at the back seat with Sinclair. He jumped out of the car like she was carrying a deadly virus.

"You can f*****g take the car, I'll take a cab instead" He said to Leah walking away from them while trying to book a cab with his phone.

"Take her to her husband's house" Carla told the driver as he ignited the engine, driving Leah away. A cab highlighted in front of Sinclair and he jumped inside.

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DUNCAN'S RESIDENCE ~ 7 PM

Duncan lounged on the edge of the bed, chuckling as he swiped through his phone reading all the news carrying the marriage of Sinclair.

“Would anyone believe Sinclair’s in an arranged marriage?” He mocked, his voice dripping with amusement.

"I literally can imagine his face right now staring at the stranger called his wife"

Lysander, seated across the room, was distracted, rifling through her drawer with a frown. She didn’t seem to share in Duncan’s amusement. Her hands dug through the multiple jewelry boxes, her expression more agitated by each passing second.

Duncan paused, watching her in confusion.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

“My golden bracelet,” Lysander replied, hitting the drawer violently.

"Is that why you've decided to tumble the room?"He asked again.

“Don't say that Duncan , that bracelet cost $15,000 and you know it, it can't just go missing like that. Besides I wore it to the mall yesterday so it should be somewhere in this house " She said and resumed her search, this time more violently.

Duncan’s smile faded slightly as he stood up and walked over to her.

“Lysander, don’t stress over it. It’s just a bracelet. Let it go.” Her eyes snapped up to meet his.

“You don’t get it, Duncan. It’s not just a bracelet. It’s valuable, $15000 that's the worth man” She tap his chest.

Duncan sighed, leaning against the edge of the desk.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get you another one. Consider it as a gift.”

Lysander paused. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah, I'd get it tomorrow "He smiled and she jumped on him, showering his face with kisses.

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SINCLAIR'S RESIDENCE ~ 7 PM

Sinclair stormed into the sitting room his face still contorted in anger. He hadn't returned home since after the wedding. The sight of Leah sitting casually on his couch instantly fueled his anger.

"Get up!" He barked, his voice sharp and cold. "Don't you dare sit on my couch ever again!"

Leah's heart raced as she quickly stood, her body trembling under the intensity of his gaze.

"I'm so sorry sir" Her eyes focused on the floor, afraid to meet his fiery gaze.

Sinclair’s nostrils flared, his frustration simmering as he headed straight to his room to get some rest. But when he opened the door to his bedroom, his anger flared again. Leah’s luggages were there.

He clenched his jaw, stepping forward into the room.

"Who told you to put your things here?" His voice came echoing around the house.

“The driver… He took them in here, as per Carla’s orders” Leah said with her shaken voice.

Sinclair’s hands balled into fists as he stormed back down the stairs, heading straight for the driver. He yelled the driver's name and immediately he came , Sinclair grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“How dare you bring her things into my room?” Sinclair’s eyes were red with rage.

Before the driver could respond, Sinclair’s palm connected with his face in a brutal slap that made the man stumble backward, blood pouring from his nose.

"Forgive me sir" The driver apologized cleaning his bleeding nose.

Sinclair’s chest heaved as he pointed a trembling finger at Leah, still standing in the sitting room.

“I'm going to warn you not to touch anything of mine, not to go near my space. In short stay far away from me, avoid me like a plague or else you'd see the devil in me" He said with authority.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

"Y...ye..ye.yess s...ir" She stammered and in a second, unexpected urine started rolling down her rickety legs.

"Wtf! are you insane?" His voice thundered louder than before as glanced at the wet floor.

Shock ran through her bones and another set of urine started. Sinclair started coming toward her with great speed, Leah closed her eyes for the worst to happen.

TBC...