EDWARD'S ANGER.

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*INT. WELLINGTON ESTATE - 6 PM*

The front doors of the mansion slammed open.

Edward stormed in, his coat still on, his face dark as thunder. He didn’t stop at the lobby. He passed the maids who bowed as a sign of greeting to him.

He was heading straight for the sitting room — straight for his Grandfather.He was infuriated by the information his grandfather gave out and he wanted to confront him and demand answers.

But as he turned the marble corner, someone came out.

Kira.

She had just left the sitting room, her cream dress making her look small with innocence.She stopped dead when she saw him.

For a second, they just stared at each other.

Then Edward moved.

Fast.

In two strides he was in front of her. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her — not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to trap her — back against the cold wall of the hallway.

One hand on the wall beside her head, caging her in. His body so close she could smell his cologne,as well as his anger.

Kira flinched. Her breath got caught in her throat as her back hit the cold marbel.From this angle,the difference in their height came out very striking.Edward was far above kira.Kira had a small stature and her head was barely reaching the top of Edward's chest. 

Edward leaned down to level her eyes, his hazel eyes burning straight into hers, his voice low, furious, and shaking with rage.

“Is this a plan of yours?”

Kira’s eyes widened. “W-what?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, Kira.” His jaw was clenched, “From that hotel room till now — the reporters, the exact room number, the press conference, the wedding in two days — it's all your little set up,isn't it”

“I — I didn’t —” She was scared now, her small hands pressed against the wall behind her, her chest rising fast. She could feel his angry breath on her face.

“You didn’t?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it.  “Then tell me, Kira Dickens,how is it that you are becoming Mrs. Edward Wellington in two days? Tell me!”He hissed almost loudly.

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Kira’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head frantically.

“No! I swear, Edward, I didn’t — I didn’t know anything! I was sitting there and he — your Grandfather — he just said it! I don’t want to marry you this way either!”

Her voice cracked. She was trembling against the wall.

Edward stared down at her, his anger still burning but kira kept looking at him as if he owed her an apology,a house and three children.

“Liar—....he said after a while.

Kira opened her mouth to explain but Mr wellington voice suddenly sounded from  behind the door.

“Edward?”

Footsteps echoed from the sitting room, heavy and slow  coming towards the lobby door.

It was both Mr. Wellington and Grandpa Dickens.

Edward’s jaw tightened. In one second, he released her, stepping back, his hand dropping from the wall. He fixed his suit like nothing happened.

Kira adjusted herself quickly and got herself out the wall.

The door opened.

Mr. Wellington came out first, Grandpa Dickens right behind him, both talking in low voices.

Edward immediately bowed his head slightly  respectful, despite his rage.

“Grandpa Dickens.”

Grandpa Dickens looked at him, his old face stern but kind. He nodded.

“Edward. Good to see you, son. Hope you are well.”

Edward forced a nod. “Yes, sir.”

Grandpa Dickens turned to Kira, who was still by the wall.

“Kira, we’re leaving.”

Kira didn’t look at Edward again. She quickly walked to her grandfather, holding his arm, and they left together through the giant front doors. The black Range Rover was already waiting.

Silence fell in the marble lobby.

Then Edward turned.

Slowly and dangerously.

“Grandpa.”

Mr. Wellington didn’t answer. He just kept walking back into the sitting room, his hands behind his back.

Edward followed him inside.

“You can’t do this, Grandpa,” Edward said, his voice low, trying to control it. “You can’t force me to marry her. I don't even have the slightest intimate relationship with her.At the hotel — it was a mistake.....I even think she might have set me ......... —”

Mr. Wellington picked up his whisky glass and cut him off.

“I gave instructions of no questions at the press conference, Edward. That applies to you too.”

“Grandpa, listen to me —”

“NO. YOU LISTEN TO ME.”

Mr. Wellington’s voice suddenly turned to ice. He slammed the glass down on the table that the maids outside flinched on hearing it.

“You think this is about you? About your feelings? This is about the Wellington's name. About the company I built with my bare hands for fifty years.”

He stepped closer to Edward, his eyes cold.

“Because of your little hotel stunt last night, we lost fifty million pounds before breakfast. Fifty million. Our partners in Dubai called me this morning to cancel. Cancel, Edward!”

Edward’s fists clenched. “So is marrying me off to kira suddenly the solution to our problem??l?”

“If I have to!” Mr. Wellington shouted. Because you should have known better than to cause a scandal.You off all people should know the consequences of this kind of scandal and know better to avoid it.But since you caused such for yourself,you will marry Kira Dickens on Saturday. You will smile for the cameras. You will give them their fairy-tale and you will be her husband.”Mr wellington stated almost running out of breathe.

He took a deep breath and leaned in, his voice a threat now, low and deadly.

“Defy me on this, Edward, and I will freeze every account you have. Your cars, your penthouse in Chelsea, your shares in the company — everything. You will  be Edward Wellington in name only. ”Do you understand?