Chapter 33 I Want to Escape

Emily took a step back, terrified, seeing that Aiden had the cup in his hand and ended up closing her eyes tightly, waiting for the humiliating moment.

However, nothing happened, only a squeal was heard very close and by the time Emily opened her eyes, Aiden had turned and thrown the glass of wine on Valeria.

" Ahhhh! Aiden! What did you do, you idiot?! " Valeria screamed, completely soaked, and stained, just like Isabella at her engagement party.

"What?" What did I do? Aiden feigned innocence, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Aiden!" What does this mean?! How could you do that to your sister?! Ricardo, Aiden's father, shouted, who had come running when he saw his daughter completely stained. She tried to wipe the wine with a napkin, aware that a white dress ruined with wine was not easy to salvage.

Aiden smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the chaos he had caused.

"It was an accident, father..." He said, raising his hands as a sign of innocence. "Everyone saw it.

Ricardo shot a withering glance at his son as he held Valeria carefully, trying to take her to another place while the guests watched and pointed at her.

- Red wine looks better on you, little sister. Didn't you know that the only one who can wear white at a wedding is the bride? Aiden commented with satisfaction, observing how Valeria left with an angry expression and how she gave him a look of disdain.

Emily was paralyzed, Aiden turned again to face her with an expression of evil, causing her to swallow thickly.

He hadn't been wrong; Emily knew that idiot had something prepared and there was the result... That meant that she was next.

After witnessing the whole show that Aiden had done with his own sister, Emily turned on her heels and at a hurried pace, went straight to one of the many ladies' bathrooms, which, luckily, was empty.

"No! I can't let myself be humiliated in that way! That idiot can't do something like that to me in public!" he walked around, thinking of a solution.

The young woman stopped in front of the mirror and took a deep breath, why had she been scared, since when was she afraid of someone? She was a Collins; she had the world at her feet, and she didn't have to be afraid of that idiot.

After detailing her appearance for a while more in front of the mirror, thanking that she was not the one who had bathed in wine, the young woman turned again towards the exit, determined to face whatever was necessary, however, as soon as she opened the bathroom door, she found Aiden face to face.

Instinctively, Emily took a step back, forgetting about her little moment of courage in the bathroom, and Aiden walked into the room, closing the door behind him, with that macabre and sensual smile full of evil.

Emily slowly backed away, as Aiden moved forward like a predator, until she felt her body hit the wall.

"What...?" What do you think you do? She asked, trying to sound confident.

Aiden didn't answer, he quickly grabbed the girl by the waist, while his other handheld her neck firmly and their lips collided in a passionate kiss.

Emily tried to push him, she moved with conviction in her arms, but Aiden did not give in, on the contrary, he clung tighter to her lips.

Emily felt a sudden shudder, her chest pounded, adrenaline running through every fiber and blinded her misgivings, making her give in to her desires.

Aiden's prowess in every move, the way his firm body met hers, the talent and skill he displayed as he slid his lips over hers, as his tongue worked its way inside her... Emily let herself be carried away by a kiss, the likes of which she had never received before.

In an instant, Emily's mouth opened without restriction and their tongues walked together in a dance that caused an effervescent heat in her body.

When Aiden felt the girl squeeze him against her curves, full of passion, he pulled her face away abruptly, letting go of her completely and taking a step back.

Emily was completely red, her breathing heavy and her body burning, which was quite a sight for Aiden, who smiled satisfied.

"What...?" How did you dare? Emily asked, trying to control her breathing and maintain dignity as she lowered her gaze in embarrassment.

- I just gave you a taste of what you want, so you don't get jealous... Princess. Aiden winked at her and adjusted his suit calmly.

"Jealous?" I would never be jealous of..." Emily tried to reply.

"Of what?" A dog? Ah, so I was wrong..." Aiden shrugged, put his hands in his pants pockets and turned to leave the bathroom, as if nothing had happened. - I guess I'll go back to the brunette I was talking to... He probably kisses better than you.

- What?! Emily screamed furiously, while Aiden was already closing the bathroom door.

The girl could only take a few bottles of soap that were on the top of the laundry room and threw them with all her strength against the door.

Who had thought that idiot? How could he be so brazen as to kiss her? Unpleasant! It had definitely been unpleasant... She weighed in, while still trying to control the rapid pulsations of her body.

From the other side of the door, Aiden heard the objects Emily had thrown and laughed to himself as he wiped his lips.

From the beginning, he had noticed how she looked at him upon his arrival at the church, the girl seemed like an obsessed fan and honestly was very bad at pretending not to observe him.

He knew that, at some point, she would get closer, his instinct told him, although the truth was more the fact that he had already gone through several experiences with obsessive girls.

So, he gave clear and precise instructions to the bartender: as soon as the Collins' blonde approached, he was to bring a glass of wine, to toast it.

But something better happened, Valeria had approached Aiden from behind curiously, wanting to hear what they were talking about, and he had seen her out of the corner of his eye.

Valeria was intrigued when she saw them together, especially when she saw Emily laugh at her brother's words, had something happened between them and she had not known, because as far as she knew, they did not like each other.

So, Aiden took his chance, because although the glass of wine was originally for Emily, Valeria had sinned by wearing that white dress to the wedding, and for the little princess, he had already prepared something much better for her.

It was a much easier plan, so he already had practice... Did she despise him? Did she say that Isabella and he were less than her? Then she would have to swallow his words when she was in love with the womanizing dog, one of the scions of the Sinclair family and there, she would make Isabella taste her revenge.

Aiden might be a good boy, but he had grown up in a family full of bad intentions and falsehood, so he could be quite ruthless.

*

The presentation of the bride and groom had taken place, a waltz, as their first dance together, was carried out. None of the guests could imagine that this marriage was a forced pact because the chemistry it emitted in the couple felt real.

Their looks, the shyness in their movements, the way Isabella blushed whenever she had Maximo around, or the way he softened his expression when she spoke to him, seemed like real newlyweds.

Only, the couple did not expect the marriage to be as real as any other in every aspect, because it was very difficult for them to simulate their expression of surprise, when Maximo's parents told them that a van was waiting for them with their suitcases.

It was time to go on their honeymoon.

- Grandma, I can't do it. Can't we invent something? Isabella whispered to Margaret, holding her hands as she trembled with fear.

"You can't help this, Isabella... He is your spouse. Margaret replied firmly.

"Yes, but..." They are not sending us to just any island. It's an island of the Collins! Just the two of us. Isabella swallowed thickly, her anxiety palpable.

“They will not be alone; they will have the personnel who take care of the place to attend to them. The grandmother tried to reassure her.

"What if I want to escape?" Isabella squeezed her grandmother's hands desperately.

"Escape?" Margaret raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Margaret understood Isabella's fear, remembering her own experience of being married off by obligation to a man she barely knew. She was also scared and nervous, but never considered the idea of escaping.

"Isabella, calm down. He is your spouse, do not be afraid. And if something strange happens, call me, I'll see how to help you. Margaret tried to comfort her in a gentle voice. "Whether it's here or on an island, you'll have to live with him. Honestly, I think it's better for them to spend time alone to get to know each other better and see how they get along.

Isabella sighed and closed her eyes tightly, reflecting the disappointment of not being able to change her situation.

Maximus watched his spouse from a few meters away, while his father approached to clarify an outstanding point.

"What do you think?" Two weeks alone... It will be a great opportunity to make the girl fall in love. - His father murmured, crossing his arms.

Maximo didn't look at him, staying focused on Isabella. His expression darkened as he heard his father's voice.

"I want to make something clear to you. I won't sign the power of attorney until I'm sure Isabella will be okay and that you won't try anything else.

"Are you really worried about the girl?" I thought you didn't want her. Maximilian asked, surprised.

"No, I don't want her, but I'm not like you..." Máximo said. His father smiled at that comment, recognizing a resemblance between them when it came to business. "It's the least I can do for her." I can't leave her without making sure she'll be okay. Máximo finished, although his own words seemed to weigh on him.

- Well... It's the least I expected from you. You have your father's innate talent for business..." Maximilian replied in a double entendre, suggesting that Maximo did indeed have similar traits to him, although he did not openly admit it. "Anyway, I'll prepare the documents. I look forward to the news of an heir soon. He concluded, leaving his son alone.

After a few more goodbyes and a change of clothes, the young couple boarded the truck, straight to their new destination.