CHAPTER 3: MARRIED TO ALEXANDER PIERCE

Melissa

"Never, I'll never marry him. I'd rather die than find myself spending forever with someone like him," I cried for the 100th time. My father wasn't listening to me, he came home that night announcing my marriage to the last person I ever thought of.

I had dreamed of fantasy, happily ever after. Irrespective of how old I was, I still had the stature of a 20 year old kid. I always believed that one day my prince charming would come and sweep me off my feet.

I couldn't believe I was keeping myself for him, I was going to be married to the bastard I had hassled with in the morning.

"Father please," I lowered myself on my knees, begging him, because I knew my life depended on it. "Don't do this, my whole life will be halted. I'm in my final year in school, let me finish in grand style, please."

"Unfortunately Melissa, there's nothing I can do for you. Your fate has been sealed. Tomorrow you get married to the billionaire, Alexander Pierce," he said deadpan and walked out of the room, locking it.

I crawled to my mother, she sat in silence with her face to the floor on her wheelchair.

"Mother please, don't let father give me away. Alexander is a bad man, he's not a good person."

"I'm sorry my dear, I tried speaking to your father when he told me but he mentioned that his company is on the edge of falling out. Apparently Sir Alexander helped him out with some money and demanded your hand in marriage in return. It's just a coincidence, child."

"It's no coincidence mother, he's hellbent on retaliating," I narrated everything that happened that morning to her. She sighed and weeped for my future instead.

I walked into my room with my school bag, hanging lowly on my shoulders, only to find a lovely white wedding dress with a veil hanging in my closet. A box of jewelry sat in my open wardrobe and 2 inch silver colored heels with tiny diamonds on it. It definitely would have cost a fortune.

My teary eyes trailed the embroidery design on the neck and the waistline. The dress was spectacular, my mouth agape at its simplicity.

"Such a beautiful cloth for an unfortunate circumstance," I whispered to myself, reclining on my bed.

I never knew he would take it this far, asking for my hand in marriage just to show me who's boss. I admitted defeat right at that point.

The windows had iron burglaries, there was no way I could run away; running away wasn't even an option. I laid on my bed, trying to come to terms with my new circumstances.

*****

The walk to the aisle felt like I was being led to a slaughterhouse, my slaughterhouse.

I could see him from under the transparent veil I wore, he clothed himself in a navy blue shiny suit and a black shoe, combing his long dark hair back and also complementing his look with the stupid smirk on his lips. I finally reached the end of the line and stood opposite him.

It was a very few gatherings, my parents and the servants and he was just there with Felix.

And also the officiating priest.

My mind wandered far as the priest started talking, all of a sudden I felt my father poke me by the side, giving me a straight face. I looked around and I realized that they were waiting for my response.

The priest repeated his question. "Do you Melissa Dawson take Alexander Pierce to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for rich and for poor?"

My whole family depended on me, I couldn't fail them at this point. I closed my eyes.

"I do," I answered.

The same question was repeated to him and he answered with so much eagerness.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest announced.

He took a step forward and lifted my veil, he smiled and I could tell that it was genuine. My heart was breaking into 2 and he was smiling, what the fuck was making him happy?

He nibbled on my lips carefully, pushing his tongue in forcefully when he noticed I wouldn't let him go in. His breath tastes like mint, mixed with vodka. I fell into his embrace as he wrapped me from my waist, goosebumps appeared on my skin. This bastard just stole my first kiss.

Seeing it was going far, I bit his lips to stop him. He hissed and looked at me.

"I told you to watch out, cupcake but you thought I was joking, we'll continue this unfinished business at home," he whispered in my ears and I could feel my body shiver from what he said.

The drive home from the wedding reception was quiet, he refused to say a word and I was really glad he kept quiet. My eyes followed every movement from the window, I was trying to process how my life would be from now on, my school was on hold and everything just seemed to be working against me.

Bless heaven, I was quick to send an email to the school, asking for deferment. I explained that there were matters beyond my control and their mail was the first thing I woke up to.

The gates to the house opened and I was lost in its beauty. The aesthetics of the outer part of the house was breathtaking, I marveled at the gold statues who stood at the entrance of the house and also the decorative waterfall in the middle of the compound.

"When you are done drooling, follow me," he said, cutting me off my amusement. I followed him into the inner part of the house, marveling at the inner part as well.

We took the long flight of stairs and finally stopped in one of the rooms. I could tell from the space and the aesthetics, we were in the master bedroom.

"This is my bedroom, which we would be sharing together from henceforth. I have a few rules that you would abide by. First of all, do not talk to my servants except Felix, he is the only one you are allowed to speak with.

Secondly, don't try to cook here, everything is at your disposal. You are my wife, I wouldn't want you to stress yourself," there came the stupid smirk again.

He kept talking and talking, I had zoned out until I heard him say something not resonating with me.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked again.

"I said strip, you are my wife, it's time to consummate our marriage."

My ears and legs failed me, I fell to the floor. There was no way I was giving this monster my virginity.