Standing in front of the huge mirror, Sara stared at herself blankly. She was wearing a princess white wedding dress that was trailing behind her. Its sparkling upper part hugged her body perfectly and flowed at the end. When she moved, it felt like tiny stars were moving behind her.
Slowly, her eyes met hers in the reflection and she noticed the emotion in them.
Helplessness - It was pure helplessness and hate.
Hate for herself, her family and the man she was going to marry today.
A week ago, when Grandfather Magnus announced that she would have to marry that man, she protested her best internally, as she was unable to say anything to him.
Her father looked defeated, as she stared in his eyes with hope. A hope that he would save her from such a cruel decision, but as usual, he didn't say anything.
He didn't protect her like any father was supposed to do.
He didn't raise his voice for her as any father was supposed to do.
But, Sara was not angry at him, because she was the same.
If she was not standing against Grandfather Magnus's decision herself, then how could she expect anyone else to do it for her?
She recalled the look on everyone'e faces.
It was pure mockery and taunt. They were mocking her for what was about to become of her life. They were secretly taunting her for her mistake that would push her out of the line of succession.
Sara sighed out and dragged her palms against the dress with her heart feeling heavier, than it had ever felt before.
She didn't know how that man, named Silas, even agreed to this shitty marriage. As for his name, she found it out when she met him five days ago, following Grandfather Magnus's order.~FIVE DAYS AGOShe walked inside the cafe, that was vacant, indicating that her Grandfather Magnus, must have booked all of it to keep this meeting a secret.
As Sara raised her head, her eyes met with the same man, who became the reason of her misery. He was sipping on the cup of coffee, like there was nothing more important than this in his life.
According to the background check, he really had nothing to do in his life. He was an orphan raised in an orphanage with no reputation, no status and no job. Thankfully, he had basic education. But his features didn't match with his reality at all. If he was dirt poor, what was he even doing in that VIP Club. This was the question that was bugging Sara's mind from forever.Gritting her teeth, she walked to him and placed her bag on the table, making a clear thud sound. At the sudden noise, he raised his eyes and gave her a once over look, that irked her out.“ I have been waiting for half an hour now. ” Complaining in a normal tone, he placed the mug down leisurely.“ It's not like you have anything important to do anyway. ” Shrugging her shoulders, Sara sat down in front of him and the waitress rushed to them to get her order.
Irritated, Sara waved her hand in a dismiss gesture and the waitress disappeared behind the counter again.
“ Why did you agree to this marriage, Silas?! ” Sara came to the point, getting uncomfortable with his piercing gaze. His eyes screamed power, which he didn't have at all. He was a nobody, yet he carried himself like he was a king.
“ Who would refuse to marry such a beauty? ” He threw her a bitter smile and Sara bit her tongue to not start cursing at him.
“ Name your price and tell my Grandfather that you don't want to marry me. ” Sara took out the blank cheque from her bag and placed it on the table, before grabbing the pen again.
He was poor, so it would be easy to just give him money and get rid of him. When he picked up the cheque, Sara smirked. Just as she expected, he just wanted the money. It was nothing more, nothing less.“ What a generous offer! ” He smiled and his dimples showed up, as Sara's heart skipped beat.Even if he was poor, he was still attractive - too attractive to Sara's liking and she hated the fact that she still couldn't remember what really happened that night. It was not good to think about this right now.
“ But I am afraid...I will have to refuse, Sara Lexington. ” Surprisingly, he placed the cheque down and Sara's breath hitched.
“ WHAT?! What do you mean? Are you an idiot? You will be filthy rich in just a day. ” Sara frowned and shrieked before picking up the cheque.
She took out the pen from her bag and started writing the amount.
“ Is this enough?! ” Sara wrote down ten million and asked hysterically. She needed him to refuse this marriage or she wouldn't be able to inherit the company in the future.
Grandfather Magnus would never let her inherit the company, if her husband was a nobody. She needed strong connections and alliances for her to become the CEO. And for a strong support, she had to marry a man who had the highest status and held unmatchable power.
“ I told you...I won't refuse your Grandfather's proposal. ” He shook his head and picked up his mug to sip on his coffee again.
With her blood boiling in her veins, Sara glared him down. “ Just tell me whatever you want! I will give it to you! ” She tried another time starting to feel frustrated.
“ You can't offer me anything better than being the son-in-law of the great Lexingtons. ” Finally, he let out the real reason behind rejecting her offer.
Sara clenched her hands into fists. He wanted to be a part of Lexingtons, so he could enjoy the luxury and power for the rest of his life. Sara's eyes started to burn with a vein ticking in her jaw. People like him were leeches, who only knew how to latch themselves onto others and suck their blood off.
“ You are an asshole! Marry me and I will make your life hell! ” Sara hissed out through her teeth, only to have him smile at her.
He was not only greedy, but shameless too. He was the kind, Sara hated the most.
“ Your hate and insults would be worth it in exchange of the extravagant life. ” He sighed out dreamily and Sara stared at him with tears starting to prick her eyes. He wouldn't refuse. She was sure of that now. If he wouldn't refuse, she was going to be bound to him forever.
“ I will divorce you as soon as this scandal shit dies down. ” Bluffing, Sara threw the cheque back in her bag and stood up to leave.
“ From what I know...No one had ever filed a divorce in your family. They won't let you divorce me no matter what you do. ” He rubbed the tip of his ear, looking away from her arrogantly.
Sara glared down at him for the last time and stormed away, as Silas's smile fell and he stared at her back emotionlessly.
Sara knew what he was saying, was the ultimate. She would never be able to get rid of him after the marriage. Tears started falling out of her eyes and she wore her sunglasses, before wiping her cheeks harshly.
If she was going to go through hell, she would make him burn beside her.
He was eager to have that power, but he didn't know that power came with pain and sacrifice. Eventually, he was going to lose himself and then he would remember this day to regret, not taking up her offer.
Sara sighed for the nth time and held her tears back. The door to the bridal room opened and her father stepped in with his expressioms, grim.
Glancing at him from the mirror, Sara pretended to fix her dress. She didn't want to talk to him.
“ Are you still not going to talk to me directly? It's been years already, Dove ” His tired voice echoed in her ears, as he called her by her nickname, that her mother gave her.
Sara ignored his existence altogether and kept her eyes fixed on her dress. She just wanted him to leave already.
“ It's your wedding day. Please talk to me. ” Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and Sara felt like a volcano erupted in her mind.
Abruptly turning around, she pulled her wrist away and glared at him, furiously “ Don't even dare to come near me again, Mr Lexington! And it's not a wedding. It's the funeral of my dreams and hopes. Now leave! ” Hissing at him, Sara raised her head stubbornly, before stepping back from him and pointing her finger towards the door.
The misery in his eyes cooled down the fire of hate in Sara's heart for a moment. Her father smiled sadly, nodding his head and turning around to leave from there.
“ You look beautiful, Dove. Your mother would have said this to you today. ” He stopped and voiced out.
“ DON'T TAKE HER NAME FROM YOUR MOUTH! ” Screaming out, Sara grabbed the perfume bottle from the dressing table and threw it down.
The rosy fragnance filled up the air as the bottle broke down. The glass shattering into pieces. Her father shook his head and walked out of there, knowing that she would get more angry, if he stayed any longer
A tear fell from Sara's eyes, as he closed the door and she stumbled back. Placing her hand on the dressing table as a support, she looked up and fanned her face with her other hand.********As she walked down the aisle with her father, her heart drowned with each step she took towards the man standing at the end of the way.
She was sure, that she hated him with all her heart. Raising her head, she refused to let others know how miserable she was feeling right now. Having her father so close to her after years, was making her more upset. It was like she was forced to go through everything she hated, at the same day and time.
It was the test of her patience and she refused to fail. She would never give her so-called family, the satisfaction of seeing her broken.
Her mind was in a trance.
She didn't know when she stood in front of him.
She didn't know what the priest was saying either.
She was just staring at the man standing in front of her, blankly.
“ Do you Silas Alexander, take Sara Lexington, as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part? ” Sara's breath hitched, as her eyes once again pleaded Silas to back off.
“ I do! ” Silas's words fell on Sara's ears, but she didn't even blink.
Silas Alexander was a Liar. A filthy liar, who didn't care about any oath or vow.
“ Do you Sara Lexington take Silas Alexander as your lawfuly wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part? ” The priest turned to Sara and she pushed her tears back.
“ I do! ” She held her head high and uttered out mustering up all her courage. Her voice didn't seem like it was her own nor did her emotions seemed like her own.
And she was the same.
Sara Lexington was a liar. A filthy one, who didn't care about any oath or vow.
They exchanged rings and Sara raised her head again with hate taking over all other feelings of hers.
“ I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. ” The priest made the announcement and the hall instead of erupting with cheers, fell silent.
Silas placed his hand on her waist and cupped her cheek with his other hand, before lowering his head and capturing her lips in a soft kiss.
The familiar touch of his lips made Sara clench her hands into fists and she took her own vows in her heart.
' I Sara Lexington, take you, Silas Alexander to be my unwanted husband. I promise to be hateful towards you in good times, in sickness and in health. I will hate you all the days of my life, until death provides you relief from the life, that is going to be worse than hell for you. '
AUTHOR'S POVEverything happened so fast that Sara felt her head spinning. Silas and Sara were now in the reception party, which looked more like a funeral of herself to her.The smiling and taunting faces of all her family during clicking the pictures, were going to haunt her forever. Silas was standing beside her with his expressions screaming his boredom. The photographer asked them both to come closer, so he could click some loving pictures, which was like someone rubbed salt on Sara's wounds.“ Come on, Dear wife! ” Silas's mocking voice fell in Sara's ears and she threw him a vicious glare, before storming off from there. She did not care what anyone was going to think, she just wanted to be away from him at this point.Dodging every provocation from her so-called family, Sara finally made it to the dinner without having any panic attacks or outbursts.As they all sat down on the long table, the grim s
AUTHOR'S POV~FLASHBACKHe pulled her to a room on the top floor of the club. She didn't even know that rooms like this existed here. She didn't care at this moment either.He abruptly turned her around and pulled her towards him with her soft body colliding with his hard one, making her breath hitch.Without giving her the time to process anything, he smashed his lips over hers and she moaned out with her hands shooting up to grab and pull at his soft light brown hairs.He started pushing her backward until the back of her legs hit the bed and she fell down along with him falling on top of her. He pulled away only to lean down again to capture her lips in an aggressive kiss. Sara wanted to stop him, but her body wanted him badly.Desire won over her tiny rational thoughts and she let him do whatever he wanted to do with her.He sucked on her lower lip and his teeth slowly nibbled on
AUTHOR'S POV Sara's breath hitched as she pushed him away from herself harshly. “ Why are you looking at me like this? ” Silas chuckled out and Sara gulped down her saliva before stumbling back from him. It would have been better if she never remembered that night. Because, now, It might be too hard to stay so close to him without losing her sanity. “ Stay far away from me. As far as you can. I don't care what you are and who you are at all. ” Sara shook her head, her voice not that harsh anymore. Silas watched her. Silently. He observed her cheeks that were turning red, her nose that took the same color. He stared in her eyes that were cast down as she slowly licked her lips. If he did not know better, he would have thought that she wanted him. Or maybe he did not know her at all. A smirk tugged up at the corner of his lips thinking about the poss
AUTHOR'S POV Sara sighed for the nth time. She did not want to do this. She did not want to go to that Asshole's room so early in the morning and then ruin her mood. “ What other option do you have Sara? You need clothes. ” She murmured to herself sarcastically as she sat on the bed and stared at the wall in front of her blankly. She could not sleep last night. She could not even bring herself to lay down and rest for a while. Her eyes were burning. Her body was aching badly. But she did not care. Suddenly, her phone dinged with notification of a message. Her hand went to grab it and she brought it in front of her face to see who it was so early in the morning. It was only seven in the morning for Heaven's sake. ' I fixed the meeting with his PA first thing in the morning. You know he is my friend Ma'am. President Gabriel will meet you at Paradise hotel at 7 in the evening in room nu
AUTHOR'S POV “ Are there no maids here? ” Silas groaned out as he noticed her cooking breakfast. He eyed her from afar trying to get past this awkward situation. She had not talked to him after that moment in the closet. She silently took her clothes and left his room. Now she stood in front of the kitchen counter making breakfast. She was wearing her casual clothes, a grey shirt with shorts. Her long legs were on display for him to ogle and die breathlessly. Her face was bare of any makeup. She did not look like Sara at all. She looked like some sweet wife who was cooking breakfast for her loving family. The thought made Silas snicker to himself.Sara's eyes raised up to find him standing near the doorway. “ There will be no maids. ” She replied finally, making him sigh heavily. “ Why? Are we running short on money Baby? ” He joked trying to lighten up the mood. Her e
AUTHOR'S POV “ LEAVE ME! ” His filthy tongue grazed her neck and jolts of revulsion shot her body. She tried to get herself out of his hold using all her energy but to no avail. His dirty hands started roaming around her body making her scream louder. In despair and fear. Sara jolted up from her slumber and shrieked loudly. Her heart was drumming in her ears. Her eye were wide in terror.It was all a nightmare right? Gulping down the lump forming in her throat, Sara looked around herself. She was in some unknown place but it did not look like prison. It was a room furnished in all black and red. A set of black and red sofa set was placed at the one corner of the room while two doors were present on both sides of the room. A frown etched upon her forehead and she noticed the bed she was currently sitting on. Its sheets were black while the pillows and blankets were red.She glanced
AUTHOR'S POV A blindfold was tied around her eyes and she was dropped back to the place they thought as her home. She could not know where that place was now. The place where she was at just an hour ago. And who was that man? This was another question that was unanswered. She didn't want to think about any of this. She didn't even know how she was still standing outside the house she had to call her home. She was in a trance. Whenever she looked down at her hands, she could see only blood. Whenever she started thinking, Gabriel's sinster face flashed before her eyes. She wanted to cry and scream and then cry again but she was unable to do even that. What had she done? She had asked herself this question repeatedly as guilt drowned her. Sometimes, an evil voice in her mind whispered that a man like Gabriel deserved to die, but her rational mind was against that whisper. No
AUTHOR'S POVSilas strolled towards the living room of the huge mansion, where he must be waiting for him. He had asked Sara about what happened to her in hope that she was going to trust him and then tell him everything but she didn't. She didn't trust him. It was understandable because he had not given her any reasons to trust him either. He was not angry at her but himself for being so stupid. Why did he even say that all he wanted was power and money? Silas groaned out and stepped inside the huge lavish living room in a trance. “ Finally. You decided to show up, young man! ” The old soft voice grabbed Silas's attention and he lifted his head to find his Grandfather glaring at him. This old man's soft voice never matched the cold expressions on his face at all. “ I was busy. ” Silas yawned out and walked to the couch opposite him, before slumping down on it tiredly. <