Bound by Revenge

Rina's POV “Now get that sorry look off your face and walk down the aisles… I will be at the venue waiting for you…” my step father said to me as he stomped out of the room where I was being made up for the big day. The big day that I just wanted to shrink away from. I was about to be married off to the son of one of my step father's business partners whom I heard was a total jerk. But my step father insisted on it as he wanted to get me off his hands as soon as he could. At the same time he was trying to win the favor of his so-called business partner. He wanted to solidify the bond by giving me away like I was some sort of legal tender. After a while the maids okay back into the room as they had all left for my father. Everyone was scared of him and he always got out to a safe distance whenever he was about to talk to me as they were sure that he never had good intentions for me. Most of the time, the conversations we would have would end up with me getting beaten real bad. That was a sight that no one would like to see but it had been my reality for most of the early stages of my life when I had lost my dad and my slutty mother had decided to be with that bastard of a man. She stuck with the bastard all because she had all the money she didn't and she didn't give a hoot about whether I lived or died at the hands of the man she had forced me to call father. She wasn't moved by the fact that I was about to get married off as she had been on a vacation ever since and was going to be on a vacation till the entire wedding was over. I was finally going to be married off and I wasn't sure of what that marriage would hold for me as almost everything I had heard of the dude who was meant to be my suitor wasn't good at all. Some said he was a crackhead who was just full of s**t and that he was quite abusive as well. The abusive part was what scared the living daylights out of me. I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with a younger version of my stepfather. That was just like hopping from frying pan to fire as he would be even more vibrant and energized to beat me up whenever he wanted. It felt like a death sentence, a death sentence that I necessarily had to fulfill. None of the maids dared to breathe a word to me as they hurried up with the makeup being applied on my face. I was meant to leave that place very soon and if I left any later than that, I could possibly get beaten up on the day of my wedding. The room was too quiet to be the makeup room for a bride on her wedding day. I really didn't know what to say or do at that point as I stared at my pretty face in the mirror. Too bad that I was looking pretty for a total jerk who wouldn't see my worth. “We are done…” Maria the chief maid said to me as everyone seemed to back away from me. “What else do we have to do? I guess you are set to go. You look amazing by the way…” The silence in the room suffocated all of their compliments right there and then as there was nothing happy about that moment. It was the most dreadful moment of my life only next to the moment where I had heard the news of my father's death. “I will get going then…” I said that as I stood from the seat where I have been glued to for the past hour. The maids walked with me all the way downstairs as they were the only friends but as I had in that miserable prison which I had been forced to call home for most of my life. On the other hand I was the only true friend they also had as every other person was harsh to them and we would definitely miss each other. I noticed most of them were crying already with each step I took closer to the front door. It was a really emotional moment and I tried my best to hold back my tears so I wouldn't ruin the make-up they had spent the last hour putting on my face. Always being compared to my step sister was yet another torment which I had to face every single day. It was really terrible as I was also going to see her while walking down the aisles. Maya was probably going to taunt me on my way to the altar. I waved goodbye one last time to the maids who had made my stay there a bit more tolerable. But it was sad that our glide ride was finally over and all that was left before me was hopelessness. Soon enough I got into the car and it took off straight to the venue of the wedding. It was an old cathedral which my stepfather used to take us to. The door of the car opened at once and they ushered me in only for me to see my stepfather at the door. “You are late… head inside…” he snarled like a wild animal for me to head inside. I said nothing as I walked past him all the way to the door which led to the main auditorium. That's once I was met by curious eyes which couldn't get off me for a single second. They all kept looking as I walked all the way to the altar where the jerk was waiting for me to say ‘I do’ to him. Right at the moment I was standing opposite him and in front of the altar and the Reverend, I noticed that dude was nervous as he had a hard time looking at me. We barely knew each other but we were about to get forced into a marriage. With a closer look from behind the veil that was making it really hard for me to breathe I could notice the guy was sweating as he had both his hands clasped together like he was trying to hold himself from breaking down right in front of everyone. He didn't raise his eyes at all as if he would turn into stone if he looked at me. That was really weird and I didn't expect anything like that from the person who had been acclaimed to be a party monster and the rash gentleman. Being nervous was the last thing I had expected from that sort of person. I had been expecting him to have been looking at me with lascivious eyes like he was sizing up a male he was about to devour that night. But he looked like he was having a panic attack within him as the Reverend was giving all those cliche speeches and soon enough it was going to be time before the birth of us to recite vowels that we clearly didn't mean to each other. I couldn't help but to wonder how I was going to navigate through that sort of awkward emergency union. I have been given just a week's notice that I was about to get married and there was nothing I could have done about it. “Mr Gabriel…” the Reverend cleared his throat, “Do you—” “I'm sorry, but I can't do this at all…” the jerk finally looked up at me before he took to his heels at once and was out of the cathedral before anyone could stop him. His armpits were dressed as wet and it had soaked his white jacket. And just like that I was all by myself on the altar.