Chapter 3
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Sierra's POV
"Close your eyes," the make-up artist uttered.
I'm not sure why we need to marry if he already has a ring on my finger. I asked him why, but he only had one simple answer: 'We need to get married so we can show them we're real.'
Isn't that crazy?
This is a simply wedding with guests. I have no idea what kind of man he is because he proposed without planning after signing that contract. I felt compelled to withdraw.
"All set, Miss. You are so beautiful," the make-up artist said, and I opened my eyes to see how lovely I am.
My makeup is simple, and I'm wearing a simple but elegant wedding gown, pearl earrings, a pearl necklace, and white high heels. He bought everything in one day? Unbelievable.
He's a lot wealthier than I thought.
"Do you like it?" she inquired.
"I love it; I never thought I'd see myself in a wedding gown before..." I nodded.
"Well, you already do, but let's get going because your driver was waiting downstairs, and the groom won't wait until tomorrow, will he?"
"Yes, definitely," I chuckled.
I stood up, and she assisted me in carrying my long gown downstairs. He reserved a hotel room near the church where our unexpected wedding will take place. A man in a black suit and sunglasses greeted us. He must be the driver, right?
"Who are you? Where is the driver in charge?" she wondered as she looked around.
"He have diarrhea and told me to drive her."
"It can't be; we just spoke on the phone an hour ago, and I'm sure he's fine," she grumbled.
"Why don't you just call him?"
Before dialing the driver's number, the makeup artist pulls out her phone.
"Hey, there's a guy here who says you're sick; is that true?"
"Oh, really? Is the boss aware of this?"
"OK," she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket before turning to face the young man.
"Take care of the bride, Mr. Miller wants her safe and sound, and don't let me down."
"You can count on me," the substitute driver said.
"Ms. Rodriguez, he's going to be your substitute driver because your driver was sick," she said, "but I'll notify Mr. Miller."
"Sure," I said, shrugging.
"Shall we go, Ms. Rodriguez?" the driver inquired.
I followed him out of the hotel and went inside when he opened the door for me, while the makeup artist said something to the driver that I couldn't quite understand. The driver then climbed inside and started the engine before driving away.
This is the day. I'm marrying someone I met in the hospital without knowing anything about his intentions or background. However, in order to save my brother, I accepted his offer and became that man's contracted wife.
I know this is ridiculous, and I'm marrying a man I've never met, but I need money to save my brother and our lives. I lean against the car window, looking out the window, wondering if marrying him is the best idea. It is, right?
I don't need to expose myself and dance for money, and I certainly don't need to swallow my pride. Should I call this liberty or temporary liberty? Nobody knows.
When I realized we weren't going to the church, I asked, "Wait a minute, isn't that the church? Why did we pass?"
"Don't worry, young lady; I'll make sure you meet your husband; however, you must first see my boss so that everything can be exciting."
"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned to face the church that was now moving away from us.
He looked in the car's rearview mirror, and our gazes locked. He had a menacing grin, and I knew he was up to no good. I was overcome with fear.
"Who are you? You're not A driver, are you? Where is he?" I asked, trying to relax.
"Calm down. He's in a quiet place now and resting, so if I were you, I'd be quiet; if not, maybe your husband won't see you again," he said as he showed me the gun and had no idea where it came from.
"Did he send you to scare me?" I inquired boldly.
"Are you kidding me? Don't tell me you don't know the man you're going to marry, young lady?" he exclaimed.
"What exactly do you mean?"
"I wanted to tell you everything, but I don't feel like I'm in a position to do so; it's better to wait for him to tell you so there's a thrill, right?" he replied.
"Where are you taking me to?" I inquired.
But he didn't respond and pulled over to the side of the road, where someone opened the door beside me and hopped in. He's dressed in a black mask with shades, black gloves, and carries a gun. I'm terrified because this man is far more dangerous than the others.
"W-who are you?" I mumbled in fear.
"We've been trying to track you down, and now we find out you're going to be that man's wife? Isn't it ironic? He's our enemy, and his wife has debt to pay with us," he grumbled.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about..."
"Sierra, should I introduce myself again? When are you going to learn to sing? Your mother has been hiding from us for over a year."
My eyes widened as I realized this man knew my mother. Do you mean he's my mother's creditor?
But how did they track me down? Unless…
"By the way, how's your brother? I believe he's still breathing and fighting for his life?" he asked, recalling the night my brother nearly died.
"You! You hurt my brother!" I clench my fist.
"I am, Sierra. We have told you so many times, wherever you are, we are going to track you down. You should thank me because I let your brother live even though he keeps shutting his mouth."
"How dare you! You're a monster!"
"Yes! I'm a monster! Start the car, Leo!" he yelled, and the young man did so right away.
"Now, why don't we inform her husband and start this party? In the meantime, you have to sleep."
After saying those words, he fired his gun into the back of my head. Then everything went black.
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