"Vicky, relax. Everything will turn out great. I and Jackson have prepared everything. Just take a deep breath," Sarah said in a comforting tone.
I gripped the cell phone harder while biting my lower lip in nervousness. I looked at the heels on my bed.
It was my 18th birthday and my friends wanted to take me somewhere.
What if I trip? These hellish heels aren't going to help. Maybe, I should go for sneakers.
Why must I wear something so– so spicy like I am going to get laid or something!
God, what will happen if dad ever finds out about me going to the club?
I already have a bad relationship with him nowadays, if he sees me going to a club he's gonna be so livid.
Should I just ditch?
"Vicky, chill out, s
I wore a grey coloured coat suit with my hair tied up in a slick bun. A mahogany prada bag accompanying me.As soon as I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by La Vantié's manager and several waiters.I grimaced after seeing a flowery path ahead, consisting of rose petals.Why is he so extra?"My dear wife," Aaron quickly stood up with an annoying smirk, checking me out shamelessly."Contracted wife," I hiss, not bothering to hide my contempt for him."Be careful or the deal is off," Aaron's smile was gone as he looked around for the paparazzi spying on us.I sneered.What a two-faced man.But if it weren't for him, Empire wouldn't be saved. So I owed it to him."Do you seriously think I need you?" Keeping calm, I whispered but the hint of anger had not f
"When do you believe she can wake up?" Unfamiliar raspy words rang in the room."She's a pretty thing, eh? Even with her eyes covered." A rough hand grazed my cheek. Another person.2 unknown people. Oh, God."Knock it off, you b*stard. The boss said she's a kid. Don't touch her." Person 1 grumbled."Her ID card says she's 18 now," Person 2 snickered. "It's not wrong to have a taste of a ripe fruit."I made an effort to open my eyes. I got despondent when I realised that I could not. I was blindfolded.I wanted to cry. No voice came out.I wanted to move. But my hands and legs were tied.Where were the others?Sarah, Jackson, Ben?Were they okay?My breathing almost stopped and I showed no movement, feeling the environment around me.
"Vicky, relax. Everything will turn out great. I and Jackson have prepared everything. Just take a deep breath," Sarah said in a comforting tone.I gripped the cell phone harder while biting my lower lip in nervousness. I looked at the heels on my bed.It was my 18th birthday and my friends wanted to take me somewhere.What if I trip? These hellish heels aren't going to help. Maybe, I should go for sneakers.Why must I wear something so– so spicy like I am going to get laid or something!God, what will happen if dad ever finds out about me going to the club?I already have a bad relationship with him nowadays, if he sees me going to a club he's gonna be so livid.Should I just ditch?"Vicky, chill out, s
"Here," I offered Aaron an ointment and turned my eyes away from Aaron's face. We were in his office, sitting on his black leather couch. Plain simple but comfortable. He appeared composed after suffering from Uncle Max's heavy punch on the corner of his mouth.But I noticed he was wincing from time to time as he attempted to open his mouth. Seems like Mr Know-it-all was a human too.The area was bruised and the lip had a cut. Uncle did not look sturdy. Rather he was lean, but the strength in his fist said otherwise.If it were another time, I would have enjoyed this pain of his certainly."You don't have to do this.""Indeed, I don't have to," I sighed with dejection, "But I'm partially responsible. So refrain from speaking and let me help." My tone had no room for an argument."...Alright." Aaron finally shut up and I began to clean his mouth."Mr Atkins-" I stopped my sentence midway when a smirk broke into his face, and I coughed, embarrassed. Pr*ck.He deserved the punch."You.
Maximus Leinster. A person who never once crossed my mind when I made plans, was here in the flesh."You're back 2 weeks earlier, Uncle." I walked up to him.His tall figure donning a black coat while wearing a greyish turtleneck, became clear. He put down his luggage and assessed me like he always did when he came back."Oh, is this supposed to be a bad thing considering how pale you look?" He tilted his head, his moves slow and phlegmatic."No, it isn't. I'm just... astounded. It would have been great had you informed me in advance," I said slowly."That's fine. I simply wanted to surprise my pretty niece," Uncle Max waved his hand in dismay, suddenly smiling lazily. "Anyways, what are we having here? A party?"He observed the surroundings keenly. Taking in the sight of the well-decorated lawn. His eyes were of a hawk. Observation skills were one of his strong suits.Did I tell the lawn attached at the back was a part of our old house property where Grandfather and his children use
"Today we are gathered here to witness the matrimonial ceremony taking place between Miss Ford and..." I could not take a good look at the people I knew. Jackson had a sour/betrayed face. Michael and Stacy's faces wore grim looks. Uncle Victor had some emergency regarding the troublemaker trio, so he could not come. Sarah's lips were pursed. And Ben? He was not even here. What happened in the cemetery, should not have occurred. Ben had a pained expression, something I had never seen him wearing except for the time he lost to me by one mark in our biology quiz. I was sad inside my heart, stoicism seen from my face, and blank when it came to mind. Marriage. This word kept on repeating like a broken record. I was getting married today. Victoria Ford was getting married, and people were cheering her on for it. Media coverage. News broadcasting of our marriage on television. "Sweetheart," A charming and irritating whisper invaded my ears. "You don't think you could have gone