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Mila. Literally a few minutes later. My deed has turned the whole house into chaos. And before we know it, we’re all booted into dad’s Mercedes and on our way to the hospital. Georgina was in serious pain from the allergic reactions and probably yet to tell her mother that I was behind her condition because she was rather occupied with concern for her daughter than talking to me about what happened. My dad and Georgina’s twin brother tried asking me what happened, I only shrugged and told them I didn’t know. Georgie eyed me with doubts, but I stared back at him with a blank expression. I looked at my father to read the look in his own eyes, it was fear, and who was the fear for? My gaze fell back on Georgina, he was scared for her? For his step-daughter?! Today is the first time in nearly a year that he has seen me or spoken to me, and the first thing he said to me was asked how Georgina arrived at her condition. I hate him. I’ll never forgive him. If only he’s not my father. We got to the hospital and Georgina was quickly rushed into a ward while we were to stay back and wait at the reception. Gretta was in tears, and Michael- it’s high time I stop referring to him as my father. He’s not, and that I’ll forever hate him for. Michael was quick to have her in his arms as he consoled her and assured her that Georgina will be fine. The scene was pissing me off more than I think I can handle so I stood up, told them I needed to use the restroom and left them. I strolled down the hallway of the building’s first floor with my eyes closed and head held up in a sullen tilt. My mind reeled at the story of my life, a twenty year old girl with zero direction in her future. Rather stuck in a miserable life with a clown father and his wicked consort. I miss my mother, I miss my life three years ago before it became a mess. I miss when I was happy. Feelings hit hard and I felt the tears rushing into my eyes and threatening to spill. “Ouch!” I groaned when my head bumped into a pretty solid back figure. I paused on my tracks to inspect the figure’s rigid back view, tall and quite a huge grime behind. Who the fuck is this breathing statue? “Hello? Excuse me? Can I get an apology for the nudge on my head?” I called for his attention because he refused to look back and acknowledge me. “You should have watched where you’re going,” he responded without glancing back. A tone that came out cold and rough, as if he had a beef with me. “Coming from the guy who could have taken his rock body anywhere else, but found it right to stand in the middle of a hallway. Rock brains as well?” I scoffed. My remark must have gotten to him because he turned around to face me. Wow! I nearly gasped at his freaking gorgeousness. The admiration quickly dissolved when I saw the disgusted look that pulled onto his face. Oh yeah I’m wearing a cloth I’d deemed a rag, and perhaps not in my best appearance. “Mila Jones. Interesting,” he spoke as though he was collecting data from my appearance. “So-“ a hand grabbed my wrist from behind and yanked me out of his sight before I could reply or try to get his name. It was Georgie and he seemed pretty furious. He dragged me away and into the nearest corner where he slammed me into a wall and pinned a hand straight around my neck. “What did you do to my sister?” His eyes raged with fury, and voice laced with venom. “Gave her a pineapple juice, and lay waste to her medication so she’d be unable to use it,” I answered truthfully, a psychotic smile on my face. His hand on my neck tightened as he bared his teeth, “I’m going kill you!” I gasped for breath as his hand wrapped tighter around my neck, with no room to respirate or allow oxygen into my lungs. Then suddenly he was yanked away from me and to a side in one throw. I looked up and behold it was the weird stranger that knew my name and had a disgusted first impression of me. “You could stay and try to hurt her more, or go away before I break those puny little hands of yours,” he stated, though to suggest a warning, but sounded more like a threat instead. Georgie scurried off before the next second ticked by and faded into the distance. “So, thank you I guess, but why?” I was confused. What made him come for me? He could have gone his way. He knows my name doesn’t mean he’s not a stranger whom I’m not strongly acquainted with. “You can thank me by getting married to me, how’s that for a payback?” I blinked and froze at his words. Did I hear wrong, or was there indeed a casual marriage proposal in his statement? “Huh?” I needed to prove that I heard wrong. “I won’t be repeating myself, and it’s a one time offer with a ticking timer.” His eyes flickered to his classic onyx wristwatch and then back to my face, “You have just a minute left to answer me.” “Wait what? What the hell? I don’t know you or your name, and you want me to suddenly marry you? What the hell? Who does that? Are you insane? I-“ “I’m Dawson Briggs, and it’s a flash marriage. We could be on a contract if you’d like, the marriage could last a year or two. Long enough for me to get what I want, and for you to be well- not who you are.” I noticed the snarky tone. Dawson Briggs! I may not know his face, but I sure know his name. This is him?! Wow. “And what do you want?” I inquired. “That’s for me to know, and for you to never wonder about. You have five more seconds. One, two, three…” “I will do it,” I found myself concurring with his proposal. Weird way for the universe to present me with an out from my messy life; I better not refuse it.. My wish has been granted, although in the weirdest way possible. I’m finally gonna escape my step mother’s clutches, and Michael’s ignorance. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. “That’s great. Now go bade your byes cause we have a court to attend and a wedding certificate to attain today. I’m giving you just twenty minutes to get this done and meet me back here,” he told me, and walked off before I could respond. What just happened? Somebody pinch me because there’s no way I’m truly going to become Dawson Briggs’s wife today. Out of the blue I might add.Chapter 4 Mila. “I now pronounce you. Mr and Mrs Briggs, you may kiss your bride,” the registrar announced with an unusual enthusiasm, a bright smile on her face as her expression urged us to carry out her demand. I looked at the man seated next to me; my husband; he is now my husband. Wow, this is surreal. He soon locked eyes with me, his gaze cold and empty like a windy night as he stared deep into the abyss my eyes were to him. I watched his head lean towards my face as his soft gaze trailed downward to my lips. “Sure thing,” he mouthed before he pulled me in for a kiss all of a sudden. I opened my lips up for him instinctively, awed at how he passionately weaved the kiss, his tongue thrust in range around my mouth, and my lips locked into a rhythmic dance with his. It was no tender kiss, but still, his rich taste of lavender mixed with mints shadowed the roughness of how he handled and dominated the kiss. He pulled away abruptly and adjusted himself back into his s
Chapter 3 Mila. Although my head was stuck with the sudden drift in my life; I managed to keep a sane face and a levelled head as I walked over to where Michael and his family were. Georgie was back with them, and by the looks of the scene must’ve probably outed me to his mother and stepfather about what I did to his twin sister. My father glared at me with a heavy disappointment and the urge to throw a punch into that face of his floored my heart. He stood up, left Gretta’s side, and came to where I stood. Not too close, and simply a few steps away. “My question is, why?” He quizzed as he crossed his arms over his chest. I snickered loud enough for him to hear. “Oh so you think this is funny? Is almost killing your sister funny to you?” His tone sounded aggravated. “It is, but what’s funnier is that you’re finally looking at me, and yet you can’t see me.” I rolled into an actual fit of laughter, pulling out a confused expression from his face as he stared at me like I
Chapter 2 Mila. Literally a few minutes later. My deed has turned the whole house into chaos. And before we know it, we’re all booted into dad’s Mercedes and on our way to the hospital. Georgina was in serious pain from the allergic reactions and probably yet to tell her mother that I was behind her condition because she was rather occupied with concern for her daughter than talking to me about what happened. My dad and Georgina’s twin brother tried asking me what happened, I only shrugged and told them I didn’t know. Georgie eyed me with doubts, but I stared back at him with a blank expression. I looked at my father to read the look in his own eyes, it was fear, and who was the fear for? My gaze fell back on Georgina, he was scared for her? For his step-daughter?! Today is the first time in nearly a year that he has seen me or spoken to me, and the first thing he said to me was asked how Georgina arrived at her condition. I hate him. I’ll never forgive him. If
Chapter 1 Mila. I woke up to the shrill sound of my alarm. I yawned out a loud groan as I stretched out my wrecked muscles, my body simultaneously lifting up the mat I was laid on. This is my house, and it’s no surprise that I live here in the basement, with only a mat to sleep on and two other rags to switch when the other gets sweaty or dirty. It’s no surprise for me because I watched the story of Cinderella as a kid, and although I wished to become a fairytale princess back then. I never specifically asked to become Cinderella before the magic words. There are little twists in my story. Father left my mother for a skinny model who is a single mother, then stole me from my mother by sending her to jail and assuming my full custody. As if my life wasn’t ruined enough, he left the skinny model a year later to be with a business partner of his, the final villain of my story. My father’s new wife, Gretta Gomez Jones. He married my father shortly after his separation with t







