At that moment, Girald busted in, looking a little tense for the first time.
"Hellooo?" She threw her free hand in the air dramatically, gesturing to her half naked state. "Knock kno--"
"You are not Viky Laridga." He stated flatly, his eyes brewing with anger.
Bodyguards immediately rushed in, snatching the phone away from her while trapping her hand painfully behind her back.
"What is the meaning of this?! Do you know who I am?! My lawyers will be seeing your lawyers in court because of this!"
"Exactly." Girald took a step forward. "Who are you?"
"Ivy Romina Rominnez." She answered threateningly, a bit of sassiness in her tone. "Search it up."
Girald titled his blad head to a side, signalling to the bodyguards who still had her confined in their painful grips.
Next thing she knew, a mask was thrown over her head, they dragged her out of the room, down the stairs, into another room. By the time they pulled the mask off, she was staring into blinding white light, in an almost empty room, chained up to one of the wall with turtore equipments littered all over.
"Woohooho. I'll cooperate. I swear, I'll cooperate." The words quickly tumbled out of her mouth. The thought of losing any of her body parts to their insanity that was going on right now, didn't seem like a good picture.
Even the metallic smell of this place, just like torture!
"Good. I will ask again, who are you?"
Tears rushed down her face and she sobbed loudly.
"I already told you. Ivy Ro--"
"Are you a spy for one of the Houses?" Girald asked, moving closer, a knife in his hand.
She started breathing heavily, her eyes on the sharp blade.
"This has got to be some sort of mistake! I'm no spy. Look at me, do I even look like I'm capable?"
Girald stopped, took a quick look at her and a sought of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"You don't look it, makes you even all the more capable."
"Oh my God, this cannot be happening to me." She muttered underneath her breath.
"Who. Are. You.?" Girald asked tightly, inching the knife towards her.
"No! No! No!" She tried to move her head away as far as possible. "Not the face! Please, getting rid of scarring will cost me and I'm not that affluent right now."
"Your life is the one at stake here, intruder, set your priorities right."
"I have my priorities right!"
Girald leveled the knife against her throat and she stilled.
"You think you'll go scott free with killing me. They will find you."
"Don't bother about that. We will be sending your packaged slaughtered body to them ourselves."
Something about the way he said it made her realize that he meant every word. Her heart dropped, her facade started crumbling as she realized how much mess she was in.
If only she hadn't gone for that one night stand?! Then she would have gone home on time, married the right groom. Although, sadly, she would have missed out on the ecstatic experience with Handsome Man but whatever it was that would have been waiting for her would certainly be better than this.
Why did she have to get caught up in their mess? She wasn't even a bad person!
"H-how about we... just all calm down and talk about this huh, we--" she paused, suddenly remembering the conversation she had been having with her mother before they busted in. "Oh my God!" She gasped.
"Ready to talk?"
"I am not the bride for your Master."
"Obviously." Girald replied, the knife still leveled against her throat.
"No, you don't understand. My wedding was also today but there was a mix up and it's your fault."
"The bride we were supposed to pick, was logged into the hotel next to the club we found you standing in front of. We asked if you were the bride and you said you were. You came willing to the Temple..."
"Willingly?" She scoffed but Girald continued like she hadn't spoken.
"Because you are a spy and it was all part of the plan of the House you are working for. A stupid plan, if I might say, because how on earth do you think we wouldn't find out?"
"Maybe because this is not a plan but a mistake."
"So maybe this is simply a distraction while the House you are working for, perform some treacherous activities against the Master."
"House that I'm working--? Can you just search up my name online or something? Can you just let me go, this is all a mis--"
"Now tell me, what House are you working for and what are their plans?" Girald replied, not buying into her explanation as he pressed the knife further up against her neck. "Fang? Fur? Wings? Speak!"
She felt blood run down her neck and she started shouting.
"Don't kill me! DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE! I had a wedding today and there was a mix up--"
The door flung open at that moment, with his eyes still trained on her, Girald said.
"The report reaching me is that there are no suspicious activities ongoing from any of the Houses right now."
"And on this intruder?"
"She is telling the truth, Boss. She was supposed to be in another wedding today. The one filling the headlines."
Girald eyes widened a little in surprise and Ivy's heart raced.
So she was the Lorenzo's bride? The news headline was her business after all.
"We made a mistake, Boss, we picked up the wrong bride."
"You see..." She said between choked tears as he withdrew the knife away from her neck. "Can you just please let me go?"
Girald immediately gestured to the bodyguards who came to her aid, freeing her from the chains, attending to the small cut on her neck, while helping her into a big jacket to cover up herself.
"Well, this mistake might cost us our lives. You all have 30 seconds to make your peace." He announced.
Immediately, the bodyguards started dailing away on their phones, calling their loved ones.
"Can I just go back home now? I promise, I won't press any charges, my lips are sealed. We should be able to dissolve this marriage somehow--"
"Time's up!" Girald announced and they all put their phones away.
He walked over to a laptop by the table, one she hadn't even noticed before and flipped it open.
The whole room was silent while the now familiar voice boom from the laptop once again. Unlike while they were in the church though, his voice still sounded just as authoritative but with a sought of threateningly anger rumbling beneath it.
"I heard I married the wrong bride." There was a click, the voice of a man begging for his life then a gunshot. Ivy almost jumped in her seat, terrified by the bang. She looked around to see fear in all their eyes. Even Girald looked terrified.
This didn't look good.
There was silence before the her 'husband's' voice boomed from the laptop again.
"Tell me, Girald, how did that even happen?"
"Master, I---"The voice of another person rambling for her life, then a bang of a gun interrupted him."I'm too busy for any situation going on over there right now." There was a ding from the laptop, signifying the arrival of a mail."Fix it."The line went dead and immediately Girald turned to her, walking intently with the laptop in his hand.Ivy started scurrying away, almost falling from the chair."I won't press charges, I already said I wouldn't. There will be a peaceful annulment, I won't ask for anything, I swear. Please don't kill me."Unlike before, she wasn't worried about her face. The cut on her neck still hurt terribly, and she didn't want to imagine how badly it would hurt, if he decided to carve a larger cut."I will not kill you." He sat down on a chair in front of her. "Yet." He added and she gulped."Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Just let me go.""Desperate? Good." He turned the laptop towards her so that she was staring at the screen. "The Master has s
Just like that, they were in front of her masion. She hadn't given Colin her address or anything, but he had dropped her off right in front of her mansion, and now she was walking into the large gates. Honestly, after seeing the Villa, she really didn't think big and the house she lived in, could be rightly used in the same sentence anymore. Why? Well, she had seen bigger. "Romito--" she heard her mother call out to her, well she half ran half walked. Her mother welcomed her home with open arms and just as Girald had said, she was right in time for lunch and hopefully, her father would be able to take get his usual 6pm nap. She didn't spend too much time with her parents though, she quickly excused herself and went up to her room. Giving an excuse that the meetings had been tedious and she needed all the rest in the world. Her mother had not suspected anything and if her father had, his mouth stuffed with food didn't let him say anything about it. Once the door was closed
A large warm hand slidding down her thigh, lower and lower, pushing her baby blue silky nightgown slowly off her.Her fists tightened around the sheets as she threw her head back in pleasure, her eyes shut tight, toes curling, sweat glittering across her forehead despite the open window and the heavy rainy and the wind that threw her red curtains up.She could feel the warm breath of someone across her bare neck, the warm hard on her inner thigh, now griping a little tighter. She arched her back, wanting desperately to shove herself into whoseover that was.She could feel the cold lips, plant lingering kisses along the crook of her neck.A low moan slide out of her mouth as she felt pointed teeth graze her ear lobe, her breathing became rasp,desire lit through her veins.Then she saw the farmiliar face, the same face she had seen yesterday night - Handsome man?He looked just as breathtaking as she remembered.She let go of the sheets, reaching out to his bare chest, only to be stopp
Duck!This mustn't be happening right now. She saw them approaching quickly but she knew she was not ready to face Handso--Chris or even the situation that her and her best friend might just have fancied the same man!"Hi, umh, where is the exit?"The waiter immediately eyed her table, seeing the wine and wondering if she was trying to run from 'a bill gone wrong' situation. "I don't know if this is right but I have to get out of here fast." Ivy flipped opened her purse and handed her some bills. "For the wine. So now, where is the exit?"The waiter eyes lit up immediately. "Ex situation." He mumbled underneath her breath. "Quickly, it's around here."He said, leading her outside in no time. She played along, telling him how her non existent ex had some stalker tendencies and temper issues. Non existent because Ivy wasn't one to believe that there was anything such as an ex. A man could either be yours or not, it didn't matter if he was in the past.So no one was her ex and she w
"You won't believe what happened on my way here. So many chocolates and flowers are still in the car but--" she paused, giving her a one over, "A receptionist?! Are you kidding m--Chris!"She flung her arms around him and he held her in a warm embrace."Hello, Amryelsa."Ivy's eyes widened at that.He calls her full name?! Wow! A lot of wows.These two must really be an item and if not, then they were probably really close to it by a few steps. Ivy felt like an absolute unneeded piece in this lovey-dovey moment.Could she just disappear?"What are you doing here? I thought you said you had a meeting." Elsa said, sounding the most caring and careful that Ivy had every heard her sound before. That meant that she cared about how he viewed her and Elsa had never really given a damn about that before. Once again, could she just disappear?"I just finished the meeting." He guestutered over to the table some distance away. "I was just standing here to make a reservation for tomorrow. Matt
Christopher had taken the 'see you around' promise really seriously.He had meetings in the restaurant everyday! Plus a dinner or Lunch with Elsa here and there.She was stuck with having to see him everyday, his gaze doing things to her, her wet dreams about him increasing just as the nightmares about her mysterious groom.It was all overwhelming, which was why she took a day off.Her father had been a little worried, and he had chipped in a question or two about her state of health, while intently observing the bags underneath her eyes and her back-breaking, neck-snapping posture on the sofa."Are you sure you are okay? I've been observing you. I'm glad that you are becoming more responsible but--""I'm good, Pa."His hand tightened around his briefcase."Are you entirely--""Romito is fine. Will you stop worrying for nothing?" Her mother stepped into the sitting room in her loose blue shirt and black baggy pants, flats, and her branded handbag.She could be a century old and she wo
"I don't understand, Elsa. What did I ruin?" Even she was surprised by how firm and controlled her voice was but she kept going, despite her thundering heart. "Is this about your birthday?"Elsa looked at her dead in the eyes and there was silence for a while before Ivy continued again.This didn't look good. This didn't look good at all!"Elsa, I might have not being talking about it but you mean a lot to me. I have plans for you. I did not forget your birthday."Something had glimmered in Elsa's eyes, at that point where Ivy had said she meant a lot to her. She staggered forward, clumsily falling into her embrace."I'm so sorry that I was being cranky. Yes, it was about my birthday." Ivy let out a breath of relief, she patted her back lightly, yet she couldn't help but worry. Had that really been it? It had seem like it was more than that. But Elsa had always taken her birthday super seriously, so it wasn't out of character.She felt Elsa squeeze her tightly to herself before she
Finally, DeTaste.They got down from the car at the packing lot that was right in front of the restaurant. Just then Chris and Jett came out to greet them."You look really beautiful tonight, Amryelsa." Chris said, helping her out of the car."Thank you. You look stunning yourself."Jett stepped forward and helped Ivy."Red," Chris commented, looking straight at Ivy. "Is there anything you wouldn't look breathtaking in?""For someone who has only seen me in my formal office wear, that's a bold statement." Ivy chuckled nervously."Is that so?""Dinner!" Jett declared, breaking off the awkwardness. "I'm hungry and Chris has handed me with a lot of business to do after this so. Shall we--"Elsa hurriedly stepped forward at that moment, almost tripping over the stairs but Chris caught her just in time."Elsa, are you okay?"Ivy rushed from the other side of the car over to her.Elsa didn't answer, instead she held on firmly to Chris's arms that had being her rescue."Are you alright, Amry