Chapter 2(The kiss)

I looked around me. I was in a black limousine with some unfamiliar and intimidating men. I looked at each of them and they all were looking mean and ready to kill.

Had it been this wasn't a legal marriage and the company was known globally as a legit company, I would have thought this was a kidnap in another form.

Although the car was well ventilated, thanks to the air-conditioner, I was still feeling hot and very uncomfortable.

The man who stood in for my husband was the one driving. He didn't even look anywhere else other than the road.

His hands were firmly fixed on the steering and his gaze was boring. It bore into the road.

Very soon we approached a very big mansion. It looked like a villa. It didn't look like a place someone lived because it was too big.

I was expecting some sort of gatekeeper to open the gate but was surprised when the gate opened on its own and we drove in.

Wow! An automatic gate.

The car came to a stop and I noticed a light from behind us and that was when I realised three other cars were following us all this while.

“It would be really easy for someone to track and kidnap me with how short my senses were” I thought to myself.

The men all alighted from the car leaving me inside the car.

The stand in for my husband--yes, that's what I'll call him for now until I know his name, knocked at the window and I wind down.

“We're here” He said almost in one syllable. He seemed to not be much of a talker.

I got myself together and got down. They started heading inside and I followed along. The wedding dress was making it difficult for me to walk as fast as they did. I had to run a bit in order to meet up with them.

I was awed the moment I entered the house. It was a sight to behold. I had never seen anything like it in my entire 24 years of existence.

The pillars of the house were gold. The walls were painted golden. The stairs were curled inside in such a way I couldn't understand. There were some artwork paintings on the wall.

I loved the golden colour and artwork. Someone special from the past knows that, but it is all history now.

I was gaping at the house. I didn't know my mouth was hanging open until someone called my attention.

“Jack will be taking you to your room” the stand in said.

The Jack came forward and took hold of my luggage before I cut in.

“Excuse me” I started.

“Which one of you is my husband?” I asked. I couldn't take it anymore. They were treating me like I was some kind of goods getting delivered.

If my husband was to be among them, I wouldn't know because no one knew who he was. He was just a very popular billionaire, running various industries and companies.

Silence. No one opened up to speak.

“Even if this isn't a marriage that started from love or the kind of marriage that would be lovely dovey, I still have the rights to know who my husband is” I declared. My voice and temper was rising.

“Jack, just take her luggage up” The stand-in ignored me and spoke to Jack.

“I won't go anywhere until I see my husband” I stood my ground but a part of me was saying I should succumb and go up as I was dealing with people I did not know.

Maybe my father had sold me off to serial killers in the pretense of a business deal.

The stand in guy started approaching me with a deadly look in his eyes. I felt scared and started moving back. I began saying my last prayer, asking God to forgive me of all my sins and to welcome me in heaven.

“This Is the end. My parents sold me off to get killed and get out of their way” I thought to myself.

He was still approaching me, this time very close to me. Our faces were inches apart that for a moment I thought he wanted to…you know.

Before I knew what was happening, a hand came from behind me and covered my nose with a white handkerchief.

I struggled to release myself and breathe but his hold was strong.

How could the others stay there and watch this unknown person kill a newly wedded bride?

Soon enough, I stopped struggling as I became dizzy and my eyes started closing, but before I blacked out completely, I saw the stand in guy smiling wickedly at me.

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I opened my eyes and discovered I was lying on a bed. I turned and looked around to know if anyone was there.

I saw no one, it was just me and the very big bed. My luggage was beside the bed.

The last thing I remember was me being suffocated with a white handkerchief and the wicked smile on that evil man's face.

I checked my body for missing body parts. My body parts were in check and I couldn't feel any pain to show that I was raped.

I thanked God. This marriage was something I couldn't fathom.

I was still in panic. What if they were waiting for the perfect time to strike.

I took a bra out of my luggage a d took out the little piece of iron that was put there for another purpose.

This was better than nothing. Anyone that comes to me will have this iron destroy his face. I was feeling paranoid.

After a few minutes of waiting, there was no suspicious person or action taking place.

My nerves calmed a bit and that was when I observed the room.

The room was beautiful and lovely. It was specially decorated for a woman. I felt touched. At least, this unknown husband of mine cared for me.

“You wish” came the voice in my head.

It wasn't me he cared for, it was my sister cause she was supposed to be the one here and not me.

I felt sticky. I had been inside this uncomfortable wedding dress since morning. I needed a warm bath…but where was the bathroom?

I looked around the room until I found it. I quickly unzipped the dress and slipped out of it.

I was in my inners as I went into the bathroom. The bathroom was not exempted from the beauty.

It was painted pink and feminine scents filled my nostrils. There were scented candles on the counter. They all smelled lovely.

I entered the tub and that feeling of peace and quiet filled me. It completely calmed my nerves. I didn't realize I had slept off from the feeling.

My alarm was what woke me. I usually increase the volume of my alarms because I was a heavy sleeper and if it wasn't high enough, I wouldn't wake up.

I usually did my journaling by this time, 11 o'clock. By this time of the day nothing was sure to happen anymore , except emergencies and then I would journal experiences and thoughts of the day.

I came out of the bathroom in a pink towel I got from the bathroom.

I took my creams and lotions out from my bag and applied them on my body.

I remembered a song I had formed a few years back and I started singing it. I had a good voice, my friends always said that. My sister would never agree I had anything better than her.

I was lost in the song and the memories behind it when someone put his/her hands around my waist.

I jerked and stopped singing. I tried freeing myself from the person's hold.

“Please don't push me away again” the person said. It was a man.

The voice was familiar and sounded like sweet melodies to my ear, but I won't be deceived.

I tried again to free myself until he kissed my neck softly from behind and I froze.

That feeling…

The feeling I got when he kissed my neck was something I never forgot over the years and it was towards a special someone.