Contract marriage with the Adonis

en’s

the humiliation of it. Three days ago, I thought I would be attending my own suc

ppier to watch this moment in history go down. When I see their smiles I want to scream and rip the dress from the hem again. I want to stomp on

in front of the other, floating forward towards my waiting groom. Fath

__. The

azines. A walking thirst trap, sex on a stick, his nicknames are numerous, each one more creative than the las

d suit to perfection and his intense green eyes can tempt a nun to damnation. His unholy looks are matched only by his reputation as a man-whore. Tabloids are rich with the st

by the expression on my groom’s face. From afar, I thought it was a look of concentration but

gh his dark lashes with undisguised fury. What a fucking circus.

minister says and I repeat a

y solemnl

ish him and every word that comes out of my mouth is a lie. It is blasphemy. Fina

kiss th

would find it amusing. The tabloids would have a hoot. We finally found

or only me to hear. He takes a deep breath and reaches for me

ugh that the wide halls

lapping their hands on their lips to stop their snickering. Father clears his throat and they quieten and t

under his breath i

my husband down. The entire hall is holding its breath, waiting

says finally and collectively the hal

he dance floor, stiffening further whe

eans down until I can hea

onis says, letting me go and pulling me back into the dance. “Should

in anger even though h

” I ask him throu

ps. The audacity! My hand rises of its own accord and cr

dare

marriage before it even started. I dare not glance at Father. Oh how severe the co

rows his head back and laughs. His hand tightens on my wais

re you

nly way anyone will accept you. I did, barely, and your show of gratitude is sor

like incense burning my skin. “My chivalry is boundless isn’t it? But it on

let me terminate the marriage, but he wants nothing to do wit

for your demented ass if

tan’

ed me off with a hand and told me she doesn’t kiss. She slapped me in front of everyone, and the last time that happened to me was wh

ans in close and I blank when I feel the soft curves brushing against my arm. My body reacts instantl

“You have been so kind already, I cann

ce and I nod, casting away th

y. We are in

ness with the

.

den

drunk and the celebrations have finally died

my husband walks me up to the front door. It is not until he

, at

by!

rs the quiet. Light streams into the room to highlight the

e a heated kiss with her. I’m frozen, watching thi

hy laugh as they separate. Then her e

back.” My husband says and she laug

you to tak

and advanc

plea

heir way towards the sofa. Fucking animal, he could have waited t

in use. I double-lock the room and pull off my veil, throwing it to the floor. I rip the wedding gow

and let it run at full pressu

ing on the betrayal. I can’t believe Father did this to me. I stand there with my hands in fists

t. Just like every other obstacle life has th