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“No, dad! I won’t marry him!” Pah! The slap rang in her ears before she felt it. Her right palm cradled her cheek, her feet shuffling back, goosebumps travelling up her neck in response of what would come next. The hand rose again intending to come down harder on her face and she flinched, bending her head to hide her face but the pain never came. “If you hit her, how are we supposed to explain to Edmond that his bride is damaged goods?” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at the person that spoke, “Mum --” “Swallow those tears. If you cry anymore, your face is going to be puffed and all red. You are an ugly crier, Ria.” The woman grabbed her, freshly manicured nails digging into Ria’s arms shoves her into a chair. “No, mum, you don’t get it.” Ria turned to face her. “What is it that I don’t get?” the woman was already on her phone texting fast. “Dad’s saying that I have to get married in Racquel’s place.” The woman looked at the man standing in the middle of the cramped bedroom, his nose flaring, eyes bulging and sighed, “Mark, I told you to break it to the girl gently.” He scoffed in reply, “All she has to do is get to the altar and get married. How is that such a big deal?” Ria’s mum turned to her, “See. Do not dismiss the kindness of your father. Everything has been planned out. All you have to do is get married.” Ria shoot up and then fell back into the chair, her legs jelly as pain clawed its way up her throat. She suddenly became very aware of the nail marks on her arm where her mother held her a minute ago. One slapped her, the other marked her. Both acted without restraint. She shook her head vigorously, hoping it was another one of her family cruel jokes. “That man is Edmond Cozen mum. You possibly can’t be thinking of pawning me off to him.” “Don’t be ridiculous. No one is pawning any one off.” Her mum said sharply, grabbing a brush and running it through Ria’s hair. “Hmm, hair is wedding-ready. You were born with my mama’s hair. I always say that.” “Mum!” “Stop yelling!” Mark shouted. Ria cowered in fright, her hands formed a closed fist in her lap powering her from completely breaking down. “Mark” Ria’s mum called out gently. “What, Eunice?!” He snaps. “She acts like Edmond Cozen is a natural born devil. Raquel was excited to marry him!” he says. “True.” Eunice shrugs and grabs a fistful of Ria’s hair, tugging on it to make Ria wince in pain at the full beautiful tresses in her hand. “I always hated mother’s hair.” she muttered. “Racquel was excited to be closer to his money. She chose it. I didn’t and I still don’t.” Ria said. “Oh God!. On God, you’re the hardest kid to parent. Look at your siblings, they are perfect in every way.Racquel is a three time award winning champion and Rachel is the best in her gymnastics class. You, on the other hand …Eunice trailed off. “She took after your mother.” Mark snides. “And your great-aunt.” Eunice retorts immediately. “Both terrible people.” she added shaking her head. Eunice dumped Ria’s hair, leaving the soft tresses to form confused waves, “As your parents, we have failed you, so we have decided to help you out.” She grabbed a piece of tissue and wiped her palm which held Ria’s hair down, chuckling softly to herself. “I have a degree, but you won’t let me work. I have listened to you all my life. Please just allow me on this.” “Stop squirrming. We are doing what’s best for you.” Eunice hit the middle of Ria’s head with the handle of the hairbrush. Ria’s neck curled up from the sharp pain, “I’m not ---” “Where’s the makeup artist and whatever? We have only fifteen minutes left.” Mark interrupted. Eunice pinched Ria’s chin in her fingers, her nails causing Ria to scrunch her face, “Doesn’t matter. Your slap already added colour to her cheeks.” Ria looked from her mother to her father and from her father to her mother. Her mind was grasping at straws for survival. “Where is Racquel? If she wanted to marry Edmond so bad, where is she?” “Your sister disappeared. You know wedding jitters and all?.” Eunice smiled. “You have to take her place.” “You could call her.” “With that degree, I thought you’d be smart.” “Idiots also study physics, my dear. I know someone in college who studied chemistry. Guess what he did after college?” Mark asked cackling. “What?” Eunice joined him in laughing. “A high school teacher. His pay is so terrible, he celebrated buying a car with fifty thousand miles on it.” “What?” Eunice scrunched up her nose in disgust. She turned to Ria, “See, we are saving you from a life like that. We are literally the world’s best parents! You should thank us.” “That’s right. Ria said it herself when she gave us that printed mug, when she was like what five? twelve?” “I was four.” Ria muttered, her heart dropping with every word from her parents mouth. “I think I threw it out that same day. The idea was nice, but it was just so tacky.” Eunice shook her head. “Gosh, we should have known she’d turn out to be like this.” She added. “Irreedemably redundant?” “I’ll leave the large words to you, darling.” Eunice struts over to Mark and gave him a peck, red lipstick appearing on his cheek as she pulled away. Ding- ding! The alarm on Mark phone rang out. “It’s time for the wedding. Ensure she puts on the wedding dress.” Mark said to Eunice. His hand made a move for the tissue box on the dressing table and Ria flinched. Her mind was running faster than a racehorse. She should have run away from home yesterday, she should have never returned after her degree. Heck, can she run away now? “But that’s what Jerry here is for.” Eunice puckered her red lips and motioned to the armed bodyguard standing at the open door of Ria’s room. Ria sniffled. Running away now would not work. They will likely pack her in a bundle and throw her in front of the altar like that. She placed her arm in the crook of Mark’s elbow, a cheerful smile on her lips, “Don’t be late to your own wedding, darling.” Ria stared at her mum, a resigned look on her face, “Mum, I just want to live.”If I had a hole I could crawl into right now, I will not even hesitate one bit. I draw the belt of the robe tighter as if it could melt into my body.“Don’t.” she says softly.Her hand reach out to my back and I stare at her for a while, wondering if this is what it feels like to have someone that cares.Absoutely not.I shouldn’t fall for this. Not only is she Edmond’s staff but she was also sent by Edmond. She is going to go tell Edmond everything she saw. I bet you.I throw her hand away and step back.She glances at me with confused eyes.“You were mistaken.” I say.“There’s no bruise on my back. I would know since it’s my body.”“As for the help you want to render, I will have to stop you there.” I point to my dresser covered in gauze, methylated spirit, cotton wool, antiseptic wipes and bandages scattered all over it.Her eyes glances over it.“You seem well prepared.” She says to me.I shrug, “You never know when you might need such things. Along with food, medications should
“What ------?” “What do you mean?” I stutter.Does Edmond Cozen know?Know that I’m not the wife he asked to marry?Know that he was deceived?Is that why he has a Knife next to him?!!!!Am I going to die today?!In a Kitchen? What an irony.Edmond smirks, leaning back.“I’m going to ask you that question every time I see you until I figure out who you are.”I exhale deeply.Good. He hasn’t figured it out yet.I’ve got time to warn mum and dad that Edmond is getting suspicious, as well as disappearing myself. Good thing he gave me the code today.I need to run away as soon as I can.It would be stupid to wait for Edmond Cozen to find out that he was deceived while staying in his house and eating his food.Edmond taps the table before standing up.He slides the knife to me.“Ah!” I scream.He squeezes his face, pressing a hand to his ear, “What the fuck was that for, Whittaker?” “No, ... nothing.” I hide my shaky hands in between my thighs.Who the heck slides a knife sharply at som
“What ------?” “What do you mean?” I stutter.Does Edmond Cozen know?Know that I’m not the wife he asked to marry?Know that he was deceived?Is that why he has a Knife next to him?!!!!Am I going to die today?!In a Kitchen? What an irony.Edmond smirks, leaning back.“I’m going to ask you that question every time I see you until I figure out who you are.”I exhale deeply, the breath coming out of my lips shakily.Good. He hasn’t figured it out yet.I’ve got time to warn mum and dad that Edmond is getting suspicious, as well as disappearing myself. Good thing he gave me the code today.I need to run away as soon as I can.It would be stupid to wait for Edmond Cozen to find out that he was deceived while staying in his house and eating his food.Edmond taps the table before standing up.He slides the knife to me.“Ah!” I scream.He squeezes his face, pressing a hand to his ear, “What the fuck was that for, Whittaker?” “No — nothing.” I hide my shaky hands.Who the heck slides a kni
“How is she so poor at everything?” Edmond’s first words concerning me this week. At least in my presence, but not to me. His briefcase was in Kael’s hand and a man who I don’t know was hovering next to him, his face carrying a hint of a smile, both Edmond and Kael lacked. Even though his eyes wouldn’t reach me, his words travelled far to where I was. I guess Kael must have briefed him. I walk towards Edmond, my feet stopping short in front of him. He glances at me from the corner of his eye. If he notices the large bruise that I’m sporting on face, he doesn’t say anything. “What do you want?” He pauses at the bottom of the stairs. “Err…” Suddenly, all my bravado flies out of the window. Where the heck is courage when I need it?! After acting like I can actually say something to Edmond about Priscilla, here I am stuttering like I’ve got hot coals on my tongue. It is embarrassing, really. “The — the code. I wanted to tell you thank you for it.” I say, avoiding the three
The woman running this particular horror show introduces herself as Priscilla, an image consultant with a clipboard and the energy of someone who has never once in her life laughed at a joke that wasn't hers. "You supposedly are supposed to have a very specific public persona." Priscilla begins, flipping open a folder thick enough to double as a doorstop. "Outgoing with the kind of laugh that makes men feel important. Do you fake the persona outside?" She frowns at me. Great. So basically the opposite of everything I actually am. I don’t care about making men important. Whosoever that is actually important does not need my laugh to make them feel better about themselves but Priscilla and Racquel apparently seem to disagree. This is the point where I start to feel like Edmond got married because he wants a woman to seduce his clients for him? I really can’t tell what Edmond Cozen would have going on in his mind but this is the only thing Racquel can do effortlessly. "Precisely
Kael grins, wrapping his beefy arms around his chest.He leans on the wall, watching me run around the room, throwing everything into the closet to look at least a little presentable for the team."I like watching people panic in real time."My feet pause for a second, before my hands continue movement.Great.My husband hired a bodyguard with a sense of humor darker than his tattoo sleeves.“Birds of a feather flock together.” I murmur.“What was that?” Kael asks.“Nothing!” I yell.I’m not about to die before I can see Tom and explain to him what nonsense my parents got me into.And frankly, if he has any ideas to help me out.He really is my last chance and there’s nothing like being shameless in front of those who love you, right?I’m really grasping at the edge of straws now.I really hope I can find Tom.I shove the card into the lower drawer of my like it's contraband, because frankly, I might be doomed if I lose it.I head downstairs to meet the small army currently occupying







