HIS SECRET WIFE

BRANDY“You are getting married in three days.” Three days later and I still couldn’t believe it. Have you ever been stuffed in a car? Four bulky men stuffing me in the backseat of the car like a filling in a turkey. I did not know if to scream, cry or laugh, shocked to the core. “Brandy, It’s not that bad.” My sister Beaula said, and I could hear the lie, ripping a shiver from me. “Well, she shouldn’t have eaten so much if she wanted to look good for her wedding.” “I doubt she even thought she would marry.” Anna chuckled, our eyes caught on the review mirror. I had barely dropped my bags in my room when the news were sprung on me and Anna was right, I never thought I would ever see the day when someone called me their wife. The revelation had left me scattered in confused emotions. For one, a thing I had never thought would happen to me was happening, and secondly, I was being married off without my consent. “Be nice.” Emily threw daggers at Anna before she ran her hands dow

Tiles so sparkly they looked like glass. Eerie silence greeted my ears, two guards at my side but they didn’t step further in because a lady in a uniform stood with a bowed head. The security was tight, so many guards canvasing the grounds. I wondered if the house would be my new home. Somehow, I was disappointed it was so near to my dad’s house. “Ma’am.” The woman greeted, she looking to be around her late thirties or early forties. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail so tight it gave her a painful facelift. Her hands were clasped together, posture strong but slightly bent in a respectful manner. “Hello.” My voice came out so firm I was grateful. “Would you like me to show you to your room?” She asked. “I would appreciate it.” I said with her quickly turning and led me to an elevator. It was my first time seeing an elevator in a house. Actually, it was my first time being in a house that did not belong to my father. Reflective glass was all that surrounded us until we step

BRANDYDeath came for me in the shape of a loud blurring sound. I groaned out loudly, the throb in my head deadly itself. As I drifted more into consciousness, the pain grew and the sound grew impossibly irritating. “Can you move?” A voice came, so near. I groaned again, wanting to move but my body felt like concrete. It was a debate between switching the alarm off or staying exactly where I was and the alarm soon gave me no choice. “Hell.” I groaned out, nausea hitting me hard and taking my mind from the hard object poking my abdomen. I rolled so fast jumping out of bed to stop and bend as the room span so hard. There was no escaping it so I hit with all fours and quickly crawled away to the bathroom where I threw up in the toilet bowl. The smell of wine hit hard and it smelled fermented and awful. I quickly flushed, feeling a bit lighter. A heave pulled from me, my hair sticking to my forehead. I crawled to the sink, pulling myself up before I rinsed my mouth then brushed

BRANDYSomething was poking me. I quickly scrambled up, ready to fight. Music blurred, vision blurry with everything aching on my body. I pushed up, pulling the headphones from my ears, leaving them throbbing from the abuse. “Shit.” I huffed out. “We are leaving at six, be ready with your packed bag.” I jumped, turning around to find a huge man standing next to me. I couldn’t help but scurry back only to stop and realize he was my husband. I was married now. I sighed, a hand running over my face. I felt as bad as he looked. His under eyes weren’t better at all, as if he hadn’t slept at all. “Okay. I will borrow a packing bag though since I doubt you will be landing me your card anytime soon?” I gave him an eye, testing my luck in case he changed his mind and gave me the card again. My smile wasn’t returned, Husband turning and walking away. He looked pissy as hell, leaving me fearful for those who would spend the day with him. “Have a great day!” I screamed as the door cl

BRANDYI heard it at some point, the alarm. Yet I could not recall movement. Something warm lay under me, arms gripping me tightly. I wanted to bury myself deeper but something kept nagging me. Something was wrong. There was an alarm. I fought with sleep for what seemed like eternity and when I finally came to my senses it all clicked. My eyes opened wide, seeing skin. Husband was under me, holding me firmly. My heart went ballistic. Calm down, I whispered in my head, not wanting to wake him. I was not surprised, I was a very busy and restless sleeper, having found my way to him. Was I heavy on him? My eyes went wider, trying to shift but his arms were not giving way. I could not see his face but I knew he was deep in it. Then I recalled my cause for concern. An alarm. “Fuck.” I pushed up, barely successful. My hand lay on Husband’s chest, shaking him a little. “Hi, your alarm, you need to wake up,” I said, trying to recall when the alarm rang but knew it was well over a