Eldorado's Unwanted Bride

Kai-“Any updates, Marvin?” I scratched my head, frustration finding its way through my words. “Did you find her?” I asked, my voice laced with anticipation however, his drooped head made me lose every rope of hope I had, “then leave if it’s not about her.” “We have a situation, sir.” He stood before me, his eyes gawking at the marble beneath him, “Mr. Ashton McCoy’s daughter, you have to meet her tomorrow.” He sent his words in an irritating wavelength that I tried to avoid but couldn’t. “Dawn McCoy,” he said, “only child, mother died when she was eleven, grew up with a man called Ivy, finished her studies from Harvard, wants to become…” he paused longer than needed, piquing my interest, my mouth opened. “What? Wants to become what?” My leg tapped against the floor in anticipation waiting for him to speak, “a fashion designer? A teacher? Give me a typical profession that every girl chooses nowadays,” The fact that Kai Eldorado’s wife needs to work makes me scoff at the heavens and t

Dawn- “Dawn…” I flinched listening to his hoarse voice and quietly moved upstairs as he was following me. My room is not exactly in the best condition since I lack the ability to clean it. He stood outside my room as I went in with hesitant and fearful steps afraid of the outcome, I was gonna get. For this document, he came all the way back to my house and I ruined it. I pulled the coat out which was soaking wet in water, my hands started shivering to look at the dreadful sight, I slid my hands inside the pocket and found a wet, crumbled paper. Gross. “Uh! Everything’s fine… it’s just a little wet.” I scratched my head walking toward him. The moment I tried to open it; it tore apart into pieces. His jaw dropped, speechless, shocked and dreadful, he was going to kill me. His veins popped out of his forehead and he punched the wall slightly taking support of it. I felt he’d lash out at any given moment. My body was shivering with fear, eyes battling to find a normal place to lo

Dawn-“Ivy!! Stop. I don’t wanna fight him… it’s not his fault.” I defended Kai as Ivy seemed angry, I on the other hand was broken into tears. “It’s not his fault?” Ivy huffed in frustration and we got out of his car. Apparently, he asked his men to know the whereabouts of Kai and here we are. I feel terrible but it can’t be helped, can it? When my own father didn’t stand by my side, why would I expect a man I just met two days ago defy his own father for my sake? Kai finally gave up on me, I was free but not one bit happy about it. It is not like I wanted to marry him, but I didn’t want to be abashed like this either; being rejected like this wounded my pride and left me feeling humiliated. “Kai!” Ivy roared, “how dare you hurt my Dawn?” I’ve never seen Ivy being angry around me. Usually, he’d calm himself down whenever I'm around but today… is it because I'm hurt?“Ivy, stop it.” I tried to catch up to him, but Kai’s eyes on me held me stationed at my place, in the moment, Ivy r

Dawn- I don’t know what’s there to feel so pathetic about, I mean it’s not like he’s cheating on me. What was I even expecting when that was nothing but a forced marriage? A marriage that didn’t even happen nor do I have his ring on my finger, so, why would my heart ache? A girl he’s already in love with, what’s my role here, the least I can do is save myself from humiliation, save my crumbled pride not letting it get crushed under anyone’s foot. I didn’t know where to go, I walked around for a bit and sat under a tree, it was dark so trees seemed like huge werewolves about to eat me up. I’m scared of darkness, the same darkness that has taken over my happiness. I don’t believe in ghosts but I still fear them. How vulnerable of me, I can’t stand the crowd but I can’t stand loneliness either, where do I seek comfort? However, the yelps of my heart are more dreadful than the demons of darkness. The darkness swiftly dissipated as a car’s headlights illuminated the tree where I wa

Dawn- Why am I here in the first place? What did I do? When did I become so wrong to be treated this way? Am I going to understand his behavior while he crumbles my soul beneath his foot without wanting to know what’s going inside me? He might be a sick-ass, suffering through whatever but that doesn’t give him the right to talk to me that way. Am I supposed to stay in this room forever just because my own dad disowned me? I’m old enough to live on my own. I packed my bags though I had nothing here I could call mine, it’s not like we’re bound to each other. His worries are not my concern neither is his pain, all I can care about is my plan to escape which is exactly… nothing. I haven’t planned anything, perhaps I'm spontaneous, perhaps I'm stupid to think I can easily step out, but planning would make me lose the motivation I have at the moment, I might face hitches that I'm now overlooking and that’ll make me weak and vulnerable. It got dark as I waited for him to sleep, I didn’