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Cassandra.
A wedding ought to be a beautiful thing. A joyous and memorable occasion. Where two souls are joined in holy matrimony. Bonded by laws. To love, to Cherish and obey. In sickness, health and otherwise. The day where two young lovers vowed to spend the rest of their lives together in each other's arms. A percent union of two imperfect people. Like the happily ever after. It is meant to be a loving, intimate, selfless relationship between a man and a woman.
If you tell me I'll be getting married three weeks ago, I'll laugh right in your face and call you stupid. Three weeks ago, I never imagined I'd be walking down the aisle or being led to the altar by a complete stranger. A man I met just once. On our engagement day. The very day he threw my ring so carelessly. As soon as I got back inside that night, I ignored everyone and went to bed immediately. I didn't care if my father got angry or that I had an engagement party going on. All I needed was space.
Sebastian Spenser.
The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business.
I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.
"It'll be the talk of the town" She had said.
It is a cover up story for the public, the people and media. Grandfather was one of the richest men in the country. He is resourceful and very influential. He mingled with the richest men in the country. Likewise the Spencer family.
"Are you nervous?" Isabella asked as she did the last touch of my make up. She is an old maid in my grandfather's house and took a liking to her whenever I was there. Today, I wanted her to dress me up.
My mother already hired a professional to do the makeup and dress me up but I turned it down because I don't want to share the last few minutes I have in this house with a bunch of strangers who only care about dolling me up.
Mother was infuriated but she later gave in as she didn't want to cause a scene on an important occasion like this.
"No," I replied. The truth is I couldn't even tell if I was nervous or not. Terrified
Yeah. That's the word. I didn't know what was in it for me or what was to come.
"It's okay to be nervous, Cassandra." She is finally done with the make up. She swirled my chair so that I was facing her. "It is always like this at first, later it will get better"
I wanted to tell her there's no better ending to this. In less than thirty minutes, I'll be tying the knots with a man that couldn't bear to see me. I'll be bound to him for the rest of my life.
Running away isn't even a possibility because my father would hire the best team to hunt me down. My face will be displayed in every media and no one who knows who my grandfather is will ever help. Unless they'll be returning me home for a ransome.
"You were like a daughter to me Cassandra, I watched you grow up right under my eyes. Your grandfather loved and Cherise you. I want you to know that. Even though he later had to drag you in his battle with your father" Isabella paused and nudged my chin high with her index finger so that I held up high.
" You're about to get married and become a Spencer. You'll get served and be his wife which means you'll have to produce him an heir. No matter what Cassandra, you don't have to give up. You'll be responsible for your new family. You must not let him use your weakness against you. " I nodded, feeling my thrust closed with unshed tears.
She pulled me into a warm embrace. "I'll miss you Isabella" I say in a small voice.
"I know, me too Cassandra. I'll miss having you around" she said, patting my back in a Rhythm.
The driver parked the Ferrari and Taylor came out of the car. He went into the luxurious hospital building, which was owned by his Aunty. Why did he have to see her? He was going to teach her a lesson. He was going to put her in her place. He was going to tell her that she had made a big mistake by coming in contact with him.He was directed into Alicia's ward by one of the nurses. Taylor's heart pounded with a mix of anger and frustration as he stared at the girl his car had hit. Alicia lay on the hospital bed, her face turned away from him, her body battered and bruised. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring her vital signs.Summoning all the sarcasm he could muster, Taylor called out her name. "Alicia," he said with a bitter edge to his voice, "I hope you're enjoying all this attention."Alicia managed to turn her head towards him, wincing in pain. Her eyes held a mixture of confusion and pain. "Who... who
Taylor's private office was a statement in architectural drama. High ceilings, marble floors, a window that was a wall of glass, in front of which a large slab of gray marble rested on legs of forged steel. As he moved across to it, the pale sunlight of a winter morning shot shards of cold steel through his black hair and added a sharpened cast to his lean dark profile that spoke of his ruthless and cold-hearted personality. Stepping around the edges of the slab of marble, he slammed the newspaper down on its smooth gray top. It unfurled on impact, showing him the inner-page headline that his personal assistant helpfully presented to him. It was Marcus' job to scour the world's newspapers, his job to mark those items he believed would be of interest to the acting head of the Schultz International Company. But Marcus would not be making the same mistake again very quickly, Taylor mused as he glared at the train for all of his anger. His car had run into a lady, causing her a fatal
The driver parked the Ferrari and Taylor came out of the car. He went into the luxurious hospital building, which was owned by his Aunty. Why did he have to see her? He was going to teach her a lesson. He was going to put her in her place. He was going to tell her that she had made a big mistake by coming in contact with him.He was directed into Alicia's ward by one of the nurses. Taylor's heart pounded with a mix of anger and frustration as he stared at the girl his car had hit. Alicia lay on the hospital bed, her face turned away from him, her body battered and bruised. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring her vital signs.Summoning all the sarcasm he could muster, Taylor called out her name. "Alicia," he said with a bitter edge to his voice, "I hope you're enjoying all this attention."Alicia managed to turn her head towards him, wincing in pain. Her eyes held a mixture of confusion and pain. "Who... who
I stood in the doorway, her heart sinking as she took in the all-too-familiar scene before her. Her mother, Sandra, sat slouched on the couch, a glass of Brandy in her hand, her speech slurred, and her eyes bloodshot. It was a sight that I had witnessed far too many times.Anger welled up within me, mixed with sadness and frustration. She couldn't bear to see her mother like this again, destroying herself with alcohol. Tears streamed down I's face as she rushed towards Sandra, wrapping her arms around her in a desperate attempt to provide comfort."Why, Mom? Why are you doing this to yourself?" I sobbed, my voice filled with anguish. "You can't keep going on like this. It's tearing me apart to see you like this."Sandra's gaze met I's, and for a moment, there was a flicker of remorse in her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh before finally speaking, her voice laced with defeat. "I... I just got fired. I lost my job today. Everything is falling apart, and I don't know what to do."My grip
Soon I was ready to leave for the cinema. I walked over to the garage, trying to choose between the many flashy cars that caught my attention.I finally picked the red one, because it looked much smaller and easy to dive around without getting into clashes with other cars.This time around I drove on my own without having Romeo follow me around. To end this foolish feeling I was starting to develop for him, I needed to stop seeing him around.Later in the night…I was sitting in front of the ornate, antique mirror, its gilded frame reflected the soft glow of the lights. The room was dimly lit, creating an atmosphere of quietness as I carefully removed the layers of makeup that had adorned my face throughout the day.As I delicately wiped away the last traces of foundation, my mind began to wander, pondering the events that had led up to this moment. How did Sebastian manage to enter my sanctuary? I distinctly remembered locking the door before I began my nightly routine. And when did
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