Masked Bride

In the elite circles of New York city the Andrew's family were the richest.

  Inside the spacious and luxurious bridal chamber, a tall and imposing man suddenly grabbed the bride who was dressed in an expensive wedding gown, his anger palpable.

  "You are not Emily Weston. The Weston family have some nerves, dating to follow me with a fake bride. You're courting death."

  The bride was forced to tilth her head back, her slender and graceful neck stretched out, but it did nothing to soften the man's wrath.

  "Let...let go..."

  The bride's face was partially covered by a snow- white mask, concealing most of her face. However, her eyes, bright and clear like stars were visible.

  "Let... Let go...

  Tears welled up in the bride's eyes as she chocked out the words, her voice trembling with discomfort. With a flick of his wrist, the man threw Ashley Weston to the ground, looking down at her in disdain.

  Ashley noticed that one side of her mask has loosen. She panicked for a moment and quickly adjusted it back into place with a loud "bang,":the man opened the door and strode out.

  A nearby servant, who had witnessed the entire scene, hurried over to help the bride who had been thrown to the floor.

  " Young madam, are you alright? Let me help you up"

  "Thank you"

  Ashley stood up, rubbing her reddened neck, she glanced at the now empty doorway, confusion flickering in her tear--filled eyes. "Was that man just now Richard Andrew?"

  The maid adjusted Ashley's wedding dress. "Yes, young madam, he is our young master, your husband."

  Wasn't it rumored that Richard was disabled? Emily had cried her eyes out, refusing to Mary a cripple and insisted that Ashley takes her place.

  But Richard turned out to be tall, with long legs and a commanding stride, showing no signs of any disability.

  Ashley's lips curled into a light smile. If her sister Emily knew that Richard was not only disabled but also strikingly handsome with a model--like physique, she would regret her decision bitterly.

  Ashley dragged her wedding dress and sat down on the vibrant red wedding bed. "Ahem, isn't it time for dinner?"

  She hadn't eaten a single bite all day and was starving.

  The maid was puzzled. Just a moment ago the young madam had almost been strangled by the young master and was in tears. How could she now act as if nothing had happened?.

  Noticing Ashley's gaze, the maid quickly collected he er thought and stammered, " young madam dinner has been served. It's just... You were the only one... Who didn't eat.."

  Ashley was momentarily stunned what? They had dinner without her? It was clear that she was not welcomed by the Andrew's family. Rumors had it that Imogene was always strict,and as soon as she entered the house, she wasn't given any food. This was obviously a way to show the new daughter -in-law who was in charge.

  "Go bring my meal," Audrey ordered.

  The maid looked troubled.

  "Here's what you do; if they give you a hard time, tell them I've not eaten for three days. If I don't get food soon, I"ll starve to death in the Andrew's family. Also, sat that I've already fainted once from hunger."