Chapter 3

Aria

My eyelids flutter open. I wake up in a dark and desolate room. I look around for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I try to listen but hear nothing.The sweet scent of florals dances all around me. A taste of flowers hits mouth as of I had just taken a handful of petals.

Suddenly I see a shadow emerging from the darkness. The front door is yanked open and I shut my eyes from the invasion of light.

I clench my heart hoping it was all a dream and I would soon wake up in my room.

I feel a strong aura emanating from Infront of me. The scent of a strong cologne confirmed my doubts.

I slowly open my eyes to see the figure Infront of me.

My lips part slightly and my eyes go wide. I try to lift my head but the throbbing pain I felt did not allow it. I groan and rest my head back.

The man was tall,an estimate of 6'6. The black suit he was wearing exposed his muscles and him crossing his arms did not help.

"You're a mess." He stated his voice flat.

"I'm not." I snap back getting defensive.

"I can tell you have been crying." He uncrosses his arms and moves next to the bed.

I notice his large strants.

"Congratulations. You made it happen." I replied my tone bitter. He was the one who sent those men at our place. Or I assumed he was.

"Shower. Your dressers will be here in…" he checks his watch. "Ten minutes." He looks at me." Be ready by the."

"Please don't make me do this." I pleaded. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

I wipe it and lift my head to meet his eyes not looking into them.

He cocks his head to the side. I felt his piercing eyes on me.

"Don't even try to escape." He orders and turns on his heels.

I was too tired to cry. I sat there staring into space wondering what the starts had on store for me.

My phone beeped and I reached for it without lifting my head. I picked it up. The message hit me on the face like someone just slapped me.

Alex: We're over. Don't call. Don't text.

Wow. Immediately a misfortune hits,he scrumps away. What a man I had there. I throw the phone further away from me but careful so it won't hit the floor and break.

A breakup...it was bound to happen. But a breakup through a phone...that was something else.

I take a pillow and cover my head with it.

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A soft knock is heard and people swarm in. One,two...five,six,I counted. I give them a tired look not bothering to make a conversation.

"Trust me. No one is doing this willingly." The lady who appeared younger said.

I raise my eyebrow but didn't argue. She was right. I did not want to be here and they didn't appear to love it here either.

"I'm Mesta. Second in charge so know your place." She places the huge dress on the bed.

Her eyes travel to my face. They were green. But not the same as the hot dudes green eyes. Hers were a lighter shade of green. The man's eyes were a darker shade of green. From the eyes,I could tell the shared a relation.

I fix my eyes on her figure. She was dressed in black pants that seemed to tight for anyone's comfort. Black vest and a black jacket was tied around her waist.

"You!" I shriek recalling our first encounter.

She was there when the men picked me up. She was there acting like she was in control. She had sized me several times and I couldn't even count the number of times her eyes were rolled at me.

"We'll be seeing each other often. Make sure it doesn't happen." She expressed her dislike in me clearly.

"Hello darling." An older woman greeted her voice chirped with joy.

"It's your wedding day. Try to be a little bubbly." She continues.

I sigh.

"To the shower." She reaches out to touch me but I flinch quickly makingy way to the bathroom before she decide to escort me.

My shower was quick. In five minutes I was seated in the dressing table my make up getting done. The others had already left and I was left with the so called Mesta and this bubbly woman.

"Can you make it smoky?" I ask serious to the core .

She laughs." Of course not darling. That is not so wedding like."

After a while she was done. The make up was light and almost natural.

Mesta holds out the dress to me. I take it and stumble backwards due to her shove it at me.

The woman helps me get into the Cinderella dress. I express my gratitude and she gives me a sorrowful look.

I look at the girl in the mirror and she states blankly at me.

"Well if you're done we can go. Mr. Heloriet is waiting for you downstairs." She sounded impatient. Without waiting for my reply she was out the door.

The woman gives me a warm hug and I try to smile at that.

I sigh and walk out making my way down the stairs.

I was met by a man. His eyes were brown and I wondered who he was in the house. .

He smiles warmly at me stretching his at me.

"Hello my daughter." His words nail me at the last stair. He smiles once again and I take his hand.

"I'm Mr. Heloriet. You father-in-law." His voice was warm.

Right so he was the father to the inconsiderate man who had me kidnapped and is now forcing me into a wedding.

We walked to the garden where the wedding was taking place. It was midmorning and I thank God the sun was not trying to burn us alive.

Spread down the aisle were white and pink leaves. I hated it all. I hated the color white.

There was a small group of people whom I wouldn't refer to as friends nor family. They were all in official attire and that slightly bothered me.

The music started. Mr. Heloriet led down the aisle which seemed shorter than before. The guests were all looking at me. The most disturbing part being that no one was smiling.

Up ahead,I saw him,my future husband. It was at that moment I realized I knew nothing about him. Not even his name. The attention felt too much to handle. I bit on my lower lip. I swallowed hard trying to contain myself.

Mr. Heloriet handed me to the groom. As a couple,my groom and I stood in front of the priest.

"Dear beloved,we are gathered here to witness the matrimonial ceremony of this man and woman." He states.

'rude.' I scoff.

"I Mecael Heloriet, take Aria Nikar as my wife." He stops at that and I lift my eyebrow at him.

Nice vow.

His name was Mecael. Mecael Heloriet. Not bad. Not bad at all.

"I hate this but I have no other option." I sigh and meet his emerald green eyes.

He smirks and I scoff.

"I Aria Nikar take you Mecael Heloriet as my…" I stummer. I take in sharp breaths. I lock my lips and continue."...husband." I cough out.

The ring bearer came forward and presented the rings. I put mine on his finger first. He gives me mine.

"It's a diamond ring. That's how lucky you are." He whispers to me. I scowl and look away.

The priest asks if anyone objects to the marriage. I hoped for someone knowing too well there was no one.

"You may now kiss the bride." He finishes.

Mecael's eyes bore into mine. They were a shade of green that seemed like swamp water or molds on bread. Who was I kidding? They were a beautiful emerald green.

His head moves inches closer to mine. Foolishly I close my eyes in anticipation.

"Unnecessary." He says.

I open my eyes and picture kicking him in the gut.

Immediately we were done. Mecael takes on his heels and goes back inside leaving me standing at the aisle. Now I felt like an abandoned bride. The guests slowly left.

I grabbed the front of my dress and ran back inside. My in law called unto me but I paid him no mind.My heart was heavy. I needed a release.

I get to my room and lock the door sinking into the floor. Then I broke. Everything I was holding back forced itself out.

Sorrowful tears streamed down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably over everything that was wrong. My shoulders trembled at the force of the emotions streaming inside me.

I clenched my fists and hit the ground forcefully till the physical pain almost matched my emotional agony.

My boyfriend broke up with me over a text. My father gave me out after he lost a bet. Now I am married to a man I didn't know too well.

After the tears,I felt calm. Bitter still but calm. My face was puffy and my eyes red. I picked myself up and decided to face this like a woman.

I decided to run.