The Untypical Marriage

LOG

A'S

ight through the stained-glas

nd lilies, and the soft hum of a string qua

r the overwhelming excitement of finally being able to get married to Dylan. My hands trembled slightly as the la

ting for me to take his arm. I couldn't help the shiv

" he instructed, his tone sounding m

f the orchestra playing was enough to make me giddy and

er released my hand. I stepped f

couple," the priest began. "If anyone has a reas

, and I concluded no one objected

talian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pa

as your lawfully wedded wife?" The prie

d different but before I could think a

drian Vasillos as your l

it

d the priest's w

id Adrian

los, not Dyl

s in Adrian... Dyl

I looked up in confusion to see the person standing before me, it wasn't my fiancé Dylan,

king at Adrian, his eyes already fixated on m

"Is there a problem, my child?" he asked and I shot h

is?!" I said, my voic

tanding next to an unfamiliar man. He wore the best man suit that was to

hands. "W... What's going on? Why are you here

n't make this difficult, Kira. Just go say

your elder brother. I'm supposed to marry you. We've been engaged since we were twelve. Wh

d, his voice laced with anger and

me and you remember," I pleaded,

m, Kira," he said, tu

the only one I've got. Don't let them win, please. I love you, Dylan," I whispered the last part, desperation choking my

her, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at me. "Enough, Kira," he gro

going on, fat

ed to Dylan. Wipe your eyes

with the Vasilios?" I asked.

, just do what I say." He

d even stoop this low to see me break?

eady to hit me. I stiffened my body, getting ready for the imp

e figure in front of me, his

to see him staring daggers at my dad. The sight of him in his prison jumpsuit

ning to face me. For the first time

l I could hear was my sister calling Dylan. She held his hands and smiled genuinely at him before facing me.

e again, hoping the scen

ira, but I ca

ing blackmailed, or this was a figment of my imagination and

in love and I'm carrying his child

believe her but when I looked at Dylan, I knew every word

or that this was injustice but I was all alone. Not even the

heard Sophia, my stepmother, call my name but I continued to let my leg

urch. I opened the door but stepped back when I saw tw

ate to pull the trigger," one of th

seems more promising," I sh

t skipped a beat as I turned to see my Aunt, tears stre

through her skull," my father hissed,