TRAPPED SIX

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” The pastor announced in the silent hall.

Those words, everything. I felt like crying but I couldn't. The entire church was filled with more than a thousand guests. I knew no one from my own wedding. The place was so quiet and it was speaking money. Affluent people came to the wedding, literally everyone looked like they were the president or something.

I had to wear this fake smile in front of this grumpy hot guy. He looked dazzling as expected. His black suit looked extremely expensive and amazing.

I was wearing a dress that I found out cost 16 million dollars. My makeup and everything about me was perfect.

Sebastian wore a smile that seemed too fake to be real. The media were snapping pictures every now and then, which made me really uncomfortable.

He walked closer and held my waist softly. That sensory feeling came back again. He pulled his head down, closed his eyes and sucked my lips immensely. I had to pretend it was real, I closed my eyes, raised my leg and sucked his lips harder. My hands were placed neatly on his chest. Our faces moved left and right and our tongues doing wonders to each other.

Was this how I was going to leave my life? If this is life, then I'm not interested.

The entire crowd began to cheer and rejoice at our kissing scene. I could hear the sound of the camera chattering.

We were still deep in the kiss but he pulled away. He smiled at me, forcing me to put on a smile. We turned to the crowd, wearing the fake smile we wore. He held my waist with his left hand and used his other hand to wave at the guest.

I felt nervous looking at the multitude. I had no idea who they were. I just smiled and waved alongside Sebastian. The media took constant pictures of us, making me want to go blind.

“Get ready to wear a smile, the party has only just started.” Sebastian whispered through closed teeth.

My smile became brighter and I waved even more.

After they had taken billions of photos, we decided to move to the reception. We both sat on the decorated white chair. The chair had gold and diamonds decorated on it and was just too comfortable to sit on.

Sebastian and I sat too close to each other. His left hand was wrapped around my right hand. Our fingers glued into each other.

The hall was the epitome of wealth. The diamond and gold chandeliers, silver chairs and matching tables. The orchestra music was playing, people eating food, rich guests chattering among themselves, people laughing when I was in pain, people I didn't know sending gifts to me and congratulating me. Like bro, what the fuck?

Thankfully, I didn't see Kendal or David. I didn't want them to ruin everything in a twinkle of an eye. I was going to kill them if I saw them. They were the reason I was going through this forever pain.

“Get ready Kim.” Sebastian whispered in my ear and I almost flinched.

I looked at him, confused. He was just too tall, I had to look up to see him. I wanted to whisper but didn't know how to raise my body. He was joking and smart enough to bend down.

“Ready for what?” I whispered, not sure if he heard.

He didn't reply, probably didn't hear me.

A man and a woman came approaching us, the woman wrapped her hands around the man. They looked like they could be in their early fifties. If I looked properly, the man was the one who walked me down the aisle. They both looked extremely rich, wearing those usual American rich people clothes.

The man smiled at us but it seemed too fake. But the woman had a frown as she walked. They stopped at our front.

“Ready for this? ” He whispered again, clarifying he heard me earlier.

“So this is the final bride.” The woman looked at me from up to down wearing a disgusting face.

“Don't forget there are still reporters.” The man wandered his eyes left and right.

The woman frowned but cleared her throat. “I don't like people who make mistakes, serve us with your everything.”

Her words made me to tremble. Serve? What was I? A maid?

“Mom dad, meet your daughter in law.” His cold expression was back but he tried to fake a smile. I widened my eyes at him and averted my gaze to them.

The woman that I just realized was my mother in law, had a huge frown. My father in law still wore the fake smile, but he gave me a disgusting look.

“Kim,” he looked at me and direct his hand to them, “this is my mom and dad.”

I forced a smile but their expression made me angry.

“The reporters want to have few words with guys.” His mom still had a frown and looked at me with disgust.

“Is that really important?” Sebastian asked with a flat voice.

“You should know the reporters, they won't rest until they have an interview. It will also help the business Seb.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at his father's reply.

Seb? What was that? That's was not even my problem, I was going to have a crazy interview with reporters. I really never imagined my life yo turn out like this.

“Where are they?” Sebastian tune was rude and he seemed frustrated.

“Outside the banner decoration.” His mom replied and turned to me, “you better not make any mistake.” She glared at me furiously like she had a grudge at me before.

“Let's go Emily.” His father turned around and Emily followed him.

I heard her grumble while she walked away with her husband.

Sebastian stood, stayed in front of me, stretched his left hand towards me.

“Let's go.” He said calmly. He didn't put a cold expression but wore a serious face.

I flinched when I heard his deep voice. I looked at him and I had to admit, he was hot. I slowly placed my soft hands in his large palm. He held unto me tightly, dragged me to stand carefully.

We turned around, still holding each other hands. We walked in the presence of everyone with uniformity.

“Oh my gosh he's so hot.” I could hear some rich girls gasping at the sight of Sebastian.

I was meant to be angry but I just wanted things to wrap up. He led be to the banner place, where to the reporters had positioned their equipment.

We stood at the big banner that had our faces on it, with us holding a big heart. His hands were still connected to mine and I stood at his right. We were both smiling brightly as the reporters were taking pictures of us.

The flashes of their camera were giving me sensory issues. Her fake was still evident and we were waiting for them to ask their questions.

“Everyone one is shocked about the fact that your bride isn't Mia Anderson. What would you like to say about that.” The female reporter at the front asked with her extremely high pitched voice.

I was almost sweating. I didn't know how to answer the fucking question.

“I would like if you say nothing about Mia in front of my wife.” Sebastian prevented me from speaking. He wore a bright smile at them. He didn't sound rude but made it sound like joke. “It's all in the past and I really want to start afresh with my beautiful wife, Kim.” He looked at me with the same bright smile.

I smiled back at him and turned to the media.

“Rumors are also speculating, it seems like you paid her to be your wife.” She asked the dumbest question ever.

“We…” Sebastian tightened his hand on mine, stopping me from talking. I got startled by his touch which made the reporters doubt to even grow.

I could see that Sebastian was lost of words. It was so obvious the reporters were going to make it as a big deal.

“How about we show you that we are truly in love.” I smile at them.

Didn't know what I was doing but, I turned to Sebastian, raised my legs up, wrapped my hands around his neck, closed my eyes, turned it to the left and started sucking my lips against his.