All Chapters of Married to an idol: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I got home from school feeling sad and perturbed, I was absent-minded in class throughout the day. Why on earth would dad get me married without my consent, to a man I know nothing about except through the media and paper, I don't even know what type of person he is, I thought, letting the long withheld tears flow freely. How could Dad do this to me, I lamented bitterly amidst tears.I was so restless that I didn't even think of eating or changing my clothes. I just lay quietly in bed.I heard my phone ring. I checked and discovered the caller was my mom. I ended the call, placing it on DND. I couldn't even think of talking to her. What else does she have to say to me? I thought, pushing the phone far away from me.I stared at the ceiling lost in thoughts, I didn't even realize when I fell asleep.A few hours later, I woke up to three missed calls from my mum, eight missed calls, and a message from Shana, I opened the message and it read:"Lucinda, pick up your damn phone we are gonn

I lay on my bed weak and tired from crying as my mum walked into my room all dolled up and bright, carrying a wedding dress that was meant for me. "Goodness! Lucinda", my mom called, shocked to find me still in bed and not dressed up. "Why are you still in bed? Have you forgotten that today's your wedding?" I kept a straight face and remained the way I was. I heard her sigh dropping the wedding dress on my bed. "You need to get dressed, your dad will be mad if he finds out you are not yet dressed. I have called for the makeup artist, she'll be here shortly". And with that, she left. I heard her retrieving footsteps and the tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening. I am getting married. I buried my head in my palms and cried. I felt abused of my rights. I wondered what kind of dad I had, and why he was being cruel to me. Why am I forced into a marriage I didn't want to get into? I never imagined I would be married this way. I stood up with my whole fa

I was awoken by the rays of sunlight peeping through the window, I sat up confused, trying to decipher where I was as I was not familiar with the environment, and then it suddenly dawned on me that I was in Dylan's bedroom, or rather our bedroom. I moved my gaze to the other side of the bed and memories of yesterday flooded back at me; it was my wedding night, the night every girl looked forward to, the special night, but there I was, scared, unenthused and my alleged groom was nowhere to be found. I wondered where he could have spent the night; probably in a hotel with one of his women. I never imagined my wedding night would be like that, I always dreamt of having my wedding night in a seven-star hotel or a resort in one of their best luxury suites filled with roses and candles, but there I was, alone and married to a man I don't even like. I didn't realize the teardrop until I was interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing with notifications. I picked up the phone and was greeted