Todos os capítulos de Almost a Fairytale: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

CHAPTER 11     Far, far away in a distant land, a bride stood in front of the entrance of the church fidgeting and very worried about her future. Agnes felt her secure world tumbling down on her as she gazed at the heavy door of the church. She must have lost her mind to agree to this solemn and religious event turning into a farce of make-believe love story that the world thought was perfect as the media continually hype for the sake of one Chris Duvier.      "Lord, please do not strike me with lighting." Agnes silently prayed. Her cold clammy hands gripped the floral bouquet that cascaded down to the floor. It was like carrying sacksful of guilt and remorse on this momentous occasion. She dreaded this day but there was no turning back now. It is a do-or-die moment for her now. Agnes holds back her tears as she suddenly heard the orchestra start the wedding march. The steps she took, timid and uneasy and each step se

CHAPTER 13               The early morning fog covered her figure as she tries to sneak in back to Winshord. Agnes climbed stealthily to the back gate and sprinted towards the veranda where her bedroom was located. She ran to the stone steps, open the sliding door with her spare key, and safely entered her room with no hitched.      She sighed in relief. At last, she was safe in her bedroom. Undressing quickly, she dived in the covers of her bed. A blissful sigh escapes from her lips. At last, she sleeps peacefully.      Fuzzily, she felt a presence beside her on the bed. Sleepily, she pushes the covers beside her and saw an arm. A male arm lazily stroked her leg. She screams but before she can do so, a hand covered her mouth. She struggled and push and kicked him on the stomach.      “Ouch!” Chris Duvier rol

  CHAPTER 15        “Where are my clothes?!” Agnes screamed at the maid who looked frightened at her outburst.      Ann averted her eyes and looked the other way. “Your aunt told me to throw away your clothes and your er---lingerie.”      Pulling at one of the new clothes hanging neatly in her closet, Agnes almost cringes at the open neckline when she inspected the piece of cloth.      “You can’t expect me to wear this garbage. Are you?” she asked incredulously at Ann, who looks more uncomfortable every minute.      Ann cleared her throat and said, “Mario, your wedding gown designer pick all the clothes and underwear for you. He said all of these are exquisite and suited to your form perfectly. Chris Duvier will drool when he sees you wearing these clothes.”      She laughed

 CHAPTER 17       Agnes excitedly aboard at the balloon basket. It was her first time riding one. She has been looking forward to it. Her aunt gave her an envelope completely with an itinerary and a week's stay in a very secluded town where the only transport would be horses and balloons. The balloon, however, was the main transport and it only flew twice a week. She needs to be out of Winshord Castle. The stunt she just made for the week was making her more agitated. She lost a lot of sleep trying to find a way to appeal to her husband. The timing of going on a vacation was a relief.      "Aren't we flying yet?" She shouted at the deaf older man. She realized he couldn't hear her when he ignored her completely.      The old pilot glances at his watch. "I'm not going to wait for that guy. So late already---" He started untying the rope.      "

CHAPTER 19        He thought he got her, but hours later, he was already sweating bullets. She can play. He did not know he married a Chessmaster. Agnes seems to move her pieces with no care, but it becomes a trap for him. In the third round, he gives up. A beautiful green-eyed witch genuinely beat him.      "Are you sure you want to give up?" She asked innocently.     "Don't laugh." He growled at her.     Her laughter echoed in the cottage room. It was music to hear her laugh. She was beautiful, and Chris felt the urge to kiss her.     "What is my punishment?" Chris gently touched the rim of his wine glass