I never even once imagined that I would be married to a girl that I once loathed. A single mistake may lead to my instant passing as I tremble while waiting for her in front of the officiant with a gun pointing against my head. I tried to calm myself down, but the waiting made me more nervous.
Not a single friend of mine nor any family members attended our sudden wedding. I do not know how I should explain everything to them once this extremity is over — the only thing I know right now is that I must misbehave with their demands.
Shortly after I went home from a business trip not too long ago, a group of fortified men suddenly snared me from my apartment. I was kidnapped and prayed to them to save my life, veritably nonplussed as to why I was being held captive. Despite menacingly brandishing their guns, they refrained from causing me physical harm.
"D-Dear gentlemen... I'm just a regular employee. My family is not even wealthy enough to afford ransom money for me. You might have mistaken me for another person," I rattled while tied up in a chair in an abandoned village, probably a few miles away from the city.
"Your name!" a man twice my age demanded.
"S-Sir? A-Aziel, sir!" I responded in fear as his men brandished their guns in my direction.
"How dare you forsake my daughter and your child and lead a carefree existence without concern?" he growled.
"W-Who is your daughter, sir?" I asked cautiously. "I don't understand what you're saying."
I became intimate with a few women, but none ever got pregnant—at least not in my wildest imagination.
"Do you wish to die?" he whizzed, pressing his gun forcefully against my forepart.
"Hic! No, sir! Please spare my life. I will comply with your every demand," I stammered, trembling and on the brink of wetting myself in terror.
"Very well, then!" he declared before shifting his attention to his men and instructing, "Arrange for your wedding in a few days. I won't tolerate this nonsense any longer. Escort him to the mansion!"
Now, I see the mistake I made just some months ago. I'm not innocent, and I acknowledge it was all my fault—this was the outcome of a little moment of weakness.
As my mind wandered, I was suddenly interrupted by the shout of my father-in-law's men. "The bride is here!"
"You better behave, SON. One mistake is a bullet in your head," whispered my father-in-law as he lowered the gun and hid it from his daughter's sight.
My knees almost gave way under the weight of my fear.
As the wedding march began to play, I felt my heart pounding immensely. My eyes were fixed on the entrance, anxiously waiting for Laia to appear. We hadn't seen each other for quite some time, making the anticipation build up within me.
She entered the chapel bathed in soft light with a bouquet of white and blue roses that I had bought before she arrived at the wedding venue. She looked stunning in a modest yet elegantly crafted white wedding gown, highlighting her inherent beauty. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features beautifully.
Laia's smile was the most captivating sight I had ever beheld—a smile that appeared to chase away all my fear and uncertainty. As she walked towards me, her gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, I could feel an unspoken connection between us.
I couldn't read her mind because I had yet to grasp her real personality. She's unlike any other girl, and I should have listened to her warning before. It doesn't matter anyway. All I can see right now is how beautiful she looks as my heart flutters like crazy in from every inch of her movements. She was even more stunning than the previous time I saw her.
Was I just being forced into a wedding that I could later regret?
I smiled back at her and offered my arm as she walked near.
"You 're so beautiful today," I whispered.
"Shut up! It doesn't suit you," she whispered back in my ears, smiling while trying to act natural in front of her father.
"I meant what I said," I whispered again.
She smiled at me sarcastically and looked away in response.
She doesn't believe my words, but I can't blame her.
************************************We never once had a good relationship, even though we've known one another for too long. We didn't even expect this sort of thing to happen just because of a single mistake that I made. Who would even want a wedding like this?
"Do you, Aziel Elrod, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" the officiant said.
I was flustered seeing the sharp glare of my father-in-law and his men from their seats.
"I-I... I do!" I stammered in fright.
She chuckled briefly, then looked away. I was embarrassed and tried to calm myself as I focused on the ceremony.
"Do you, Laia Dominique, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" the officiant continued.
She paused and thought for a long while. I felt nervous as she took her time to answer the officiant.
"L-Laia... It's your turn to answer," I whispered, trying to pull her from her thoughts as the pressure in the room worsened.
"Oh! Right, I do," she answered halfheartedly, looking at her bouquet.
Goodness! I might die of a heart attack and not in her father's bullet. Even so, her father's expression softened suddenly after that.
"I pronounce that you are husband and wife. I ask you now to seal the promises you made with each other this day with a kiss," the officiant declared.
I suddenly heard the scraping sounds of the chairs around the hall.
"Hic! S-sir?" I asked as my father-in-law and his men suddenly stood up.
"Tsk! Such a coward," Laia mumbled while pulling me near for the kiss.
The wedding ended up without a drop of blood shed on the ground.
Who would have thought that fate would unite two people who used to have an odd vibe against one another? I didn't even know when we started being hostile to one another, but I was sure it was because of some childish reasons. I didn't even know her real identity, and now I suddenly became the son-in-law of an ex-mafia boss.
I couldn't handle the urge to look at the figure of a beautiful woman sitting on the table right across ours—I couldn't stop staring at the form of a lovely woman seated across from our table. Her smile fills the dimly lit pub when the random-colored disco light turns to their table.My focus remained locked on her as I puzzled over her identity, my brow furrowing. A curious sense of familiarity washed over me, but I couldn't link it to prior experiences or connections.I carefully examined her, straining into my memories to recall her name or where we could have met previously. It was as if I were sifting through the scattered puzzle pieces of my past, longing to piece together the forgotten connection with the enigmatic figure before me.It was a great night out for the guys, hanging out on Friday night with rum and beer in hand while flirting with random girls in our arms.The gentle sound of DJ music made me dizzy and sleepy.Occasionally, I looked at the woman who caught my eye wh
On my way out, I spotted Laia crouching isolated on the corner of the street. I had assumed she had already departed, as their group wasn't at their table when I returned from the restroom.Seeing her alone, I suddenly felt the urge to rectify things, even if it meant reconciling with her after playing around and breaking things off the next day."What was I even thinking?" I muttered.I was about to call for a cab when I suddenly saw her stumble to the ground as she tried to stand up and walk. Normally, I would have laughed my heart out already seeing her wasted like that, but I strangely felt annoyed instead."Damn! Why did you even drink if you can't even handle it?" I grumbled as I approached her.I scooped her into my arms and examined her disheveled appearance up close. Her skin appeared remarkably soft, and her scent, a delicate blend of perfume and alcohol, intoxicated me. I nearly lost my composure, tempted to kiss her neck right then and there in public."Laia... Where are yo
The alarm was already ringing, but my eyes were still heavy. I want to sleep some more, but I need to get up now. I grabbed my phone on the bedside and struggled to turn off the alarm because my sight was still blurred from lack of sleep. I suddenly felt the numbing sensation on my arm as I tried to pull away gently from Laia's embrace."Sh**! What did I do last night?" I whispered to myself.My head was ringing intensely so I tried to stretch my neck and massage my nape to release the tension on my head as I slowly stood up while my eyes were partly closed. I yawned a few times while walking to the bathroom door.I accidentally bumped my toe on a hard leg of the table near the bathroom and gasped, "Holy Sh**!"I crouched in pain as I rub my toe while holding my breath briefly before springing up to walk limping to the bathroom. I took a shower in a hurry then wore my clothes back that still stinks with alcohol."F***! I don't have time to get a new set," I murmured while hurriedly fi
It's been weighing me for such a long time. Laia's identity was extremely mysterious. Even though we attended the same grade school. No one could actually identify which family she came from. Also, her parents or relatives never participated in any school activities. She was exempted from those activities for some reasons. Despite being a loner, no one tried to bully her except me. "I was really a j*rk back then," I whispered while I was in front of my office computer. "You're still a j*rk though," a coworker and friend, Eric, sitting beside me said while tapping my shoulder and bursting into laughter. "Sh*t!" I exclaimed, realizing I was talking aloud. Eric laughed as he looked away and continued with his task. I also did the same, but I couldn't focus on my work. ************************ A week has already passed and Carlo hadn't gotten back to me regarding Laia's information so I decided to drop by his house. I rang his phone when I was already around the area. Ring! Ring!
The night I lost sight of Laia was also the last time I tried searching for her. I spent most of my time in the office and even at home doing the designs and reports that were assigned to me. I was currently tasked with making a design for the landscape of a multibillion beach project of a client whose identity was hidden by the company. The contact I was given was the secretary of the client named Daniel Adler. He's been so unreasonably stingy for some reason. I had to redesign the whole draft multiple times because he always rejected it, saying it wasn't up to their standard. I already had my supervisors and managers involved in the design, but we couldn't figure out what was wrong with the design. "He didn't even point out what was wrong with the design, Sir," I complained. "I know. Give up the project, the management will take care of the rest. Focus on the upcoming events," my supervisor asserted as he took the files from my hands. I felt defeated and annoyed. It was the fir
I never really cared whomever I ended up with. However, marriage is quite insufferable for a happy go lucky like me. Will she cooperate or will she let me die without mercy? "Hah! Laia... Is this what you were talking about that night? I feel like I'm a moth caught in a blazing fire," I sighed, covering my eyes with my right arm, lying flat on a soft and unfamiliar bed in a huge unfamiliar room, and guarded by armed men by the door. I felt like a prisoner whose life is about to end. I don't even know if I am already regretting jumping into this mess. I only felt sleepy and uneasy. Let it be if this will be the end of me. I wanted to think more about the situation, but my body suddenly shuts down on its own. It was already bright outside. "Did you sleep well, Mr. Elrod?" Mr. Adler asked. "I'm not sure if it's a good thing, but I did," I replied as I rolled out of the bed. I felt refreshed since they are no longer pointing their guns against me. Though I still feel jitters from see
I woke up early the morning on the day before my wedding, feeling restless and anxious. I tossed and turned in bed for a few minutes before finally getting up and deciding to go for a jog to clear my head.I quickly changed into my running clothes, put my headphone on while playing an upbeat song and headed out into the cool morning air at the park three blocks away from my apartment.I pounded the pavement with each step, trying to clear my mind as I jogged through the park."I couldn't believe that I am getting married tomorrow, especially to a woman I had once loathed," I sighed as I trudged with an overwhelming mix emotion about my situation.As I ran, memories of the night he had slept with Laia flooded back to me. I can still vividly recall her soft and luscious lips, her cool and refreshing scent that still lingers on my mind along with her soft moans that excited and peaked my desire to eat her whole that night without thinking too much about the consequence.I started asking
I arrived at the chapel early with Mr. Adler, clutching a bouquet of beautiful flowers that I had purchased for Laia. Feeling nervous and unsure about my decision to marry Laia. I am still not sure if I am ready for this kind of commitment.As I entered the chapel, I saw Mr. Adler stopped walking with me and stood by the door. I approached him and handed over the bouquet of flowers I had bought for Laia."Could you please give these to Laia?" I nervously asked Mr. Adler, my voice shaking slightly in nervousness as I looked at all the men surrounding me. "I want to apologize for the way things happened before and I want to surprise her before the wedding."Mr. Adler smiled genuinely and nodded, taking the bouquet from my hands. "I'll make sure she gets them," he said. I watched as Mr. Adler walked away and disappeared into the chapel. I took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves as he approached Mr. Dominique, who was standing in front of the altar beside the officiant with a wea
After Carlo and Sienna's exquisite wedding, Laia and I discovered ourselves in a serene corner of the resort's garden. The waning sun cast a gentle, warm glow over the surroundings as we distanced ourselves from the jubilant celebrations. The air carried the delightful scent of flowers, and in the distance, we could hear the soothing waves caressing the coast.We trekked together, our fingers entwined, and contentment surged through us. The brisk ocean breeze and the subtle saline sea aroma, nearly eclipsed by the flower's fragrance, stirred up cherished memories. With a grin, I inquired, "Recall our first New Year together?" as we settled on a nearby bench."That day was full of joy, shared with our friends and families," she chuckled. "I believe it's also the very same day when their relationship took off.""Who? Carlo and Sienna? How did you find out?" I asked, perplexed since I hadn't told her yet how I discovered Sienna's pregnancy two years ago, during her
Shortly after waking up, Daniel Adler quickly started sharing the truth with a detailed account of events. He came forward with additional evidence, determined to bring justice to the circumstances surrounding Mr. Dominique's death, my son's tragic fate, and the traumatic suffering my wife endured throughout the kidnapping ordeal.He revealed that after my father-in-law's hospitalization, he investigated Mr. Stone's company as part of his mission. Unfortunately, his independent efforts led to his discovery and capture by the Black Panthers. In a twist of fate, the day he first saw Laia in the same room where he was held captive was the beginning of his ruse. He feigned allegiance to their cause, providing them with intricate details about Mr. Dominique's assets and the contractual agreements we had in place.Mr. Stone, recognizing Daniel's potential, offered him a lifeline, allowing him to work within their organization. The day he and Laia disappeared was part of a scripted act, with
The twilight deepened as I paced back and forth in a silent and dimly lit corridor in front of the operating room. Daniel Adler's operation took hours due to the tricky position of the bullet inside his body, while Mr. Stone was already in the recovery room, surrounded by law enforcers who took turns keeping an eye on him."I have to go home now and check on my wife and Anika," Carlo said as he walked near me. "You should relax yourself a bit.""Carlo is right," Eric interjected, his voice a comforting anchor amid my turmoil. He urged me gently with a supportive tap on my back. "You should take a well-deserved break and entrust the rest to me. Go and be with your wife," he suggested understandingly.I muttered, glimpsing at the operating door, "But—""I'll stay here and keep you updated. Here's your phone, so go ahead and check your wife now," Eric insisted.Carlo then pulled my arm and said, "Let's go! The exit is also that way."Despite my excitement, I felt conflicted about seeing
We carefully scheduled our corporate celebration to occur precisely one week after the highly successful launch of Harmony Assist. The timing was deliberate, as we wanted to ensure that the project gained ample attention and coverage from the media all across the globe. The response to Harmony Assist had exceeded our expectations, and it had become the focal point of many news outlets and tech publications.The project had captured attention, not just for its innovative features but also for the rapid pace at which we had developed it. Our exceptional team of engineers and designers had worked tirelessly, sometimes through the night, to make Harmony Assist a reality. The result was a revolutionary product, transforming not just technology but also the quality of life.The media frenzy around Harmony Assist was so intense that it momentarily eclipsed other news stories, including the ongoing litigation against Mr. Stone, the former CEO of Stonewell Construction Enterprise. This legal b
I found myself in profound silence, staring at the room's ceiling. The pristine white expanse seemed to reflect my inner turmoil, a cruel reminder of the revelation about Olivia Harrington that had shaken me to my core. I sat at my desk, feeling overwhelmed. I forced deep breaths to steady my racing heart. Each beat resonated in my ears, echoing the emotions welling up inside. At the same time, my head throbbed with anguish, and tears blurred my vision. Each fleeting moment stretched endlessly, and the surroundings dissolved into obscurity as I grappled with the surge of intense emotions. It was as if the weight of the entire universe rested on my shoulders, and all I could do was hold my breath, adrift in the chaos of my thoughts and feelings. After I regained some composure, taking a deep, shuddering breath, I reached for the company phone. I summoned Carlo and Eric to my office, maintaining a steady tone despite my inner restlessness. They promptly arrived to discuss further enha
Following the downfall of my father-in-law's prominent business and my wife's kidnapping, the Black Panthers maintained a low profile. A confidential investigation revealed Mr. Stone's abstention from further actions, emphasizing their exclusive objective of eradicating the AD corporation from the corporate landscape. To steer clear of direct rivalry with his enterprise, I channeled my newly established venture into pioneering technological advancements, ensuring their covert development beyond the scope of Mr. Stone's scrutiny.During the initial weeks of rekindling my friendship with Tiffany, Mr. Stone grew suspicious to the extent that he had me surveilled by Black Panthers personnel. Unbeknownst to him, these individuals were spies working for Red Phyton under John's direct and discreet supervision.Mr. Moretti had surreptitiously penetrated the rival faction, skillfully breaching their sanctuary without alerting their senior leadership. Shortly after I managed to assuage Mr. Ston
I froze, my heart pounding as though it might burst from my chest. My hands trembled as I grasped my champagne glass, my fingers slick with moisture. It couldn't be her, I reasoned. My mind is scrambling to rationalize the absurdity of the situation. Laia had been missing for a year despite our best attempts, and the agony of not knowing her fate had been a continuous weight on my shoulders.However, the deeper hole kept opening up inside me as she moved nearer, and the facial features became apparent clearly. It was her. The same hazel eyes that once sparkled with frivolity and comfort are scanning the space in a vain attempt to locate someone. The edges of her lips curled up in a gentle smile that carried the power to dispel all anxiety.I put my champagne glass back on the table and started walking in the crowd, looking at them with mixed feelings of hope and anxiety inside me. Time seemed to have stopped, and I felt neither the piercing eyes nor the whispers behind my back. It was
As the night wore on, Sienna and Carlo prepared a makeshift bed in their living room for me. They insisted I stay the night since it was already late, and they couldn't let me go alone in my current state of mind. However, the events of the day had taken a toll on them. Anika, who had been relatively calm during dinner, began to cry, and Sienna had to tend to her. Carlo reluctantly left my side to help her soothe the baby.The frantic cries of Anika filled the apartment, echoing through the living room where I lay. But then, as Carlo and Sienna's efforts to calm her continued, a deafening silence enveloped the room. It was in this silence that my mood turned for the worst. I was overwhelmed with misery, despair, desire, wrath, and self-blame.I tossed and turned on the improvised bed, thoughts consumed by the day's events, the hunt for Laia, and the inquiry into the accidents. The heaviness of the universe seemed to settle on my shoulders, and I couldn't escape the feeling that I was
After more than half a year of attempts to find the perpetrator who caused both my father-in-law's and my wife's car accidents, the investigators finally caught him. The bittersweet relief clashed with my agony and rage, followed by self-blame as I lowered the phone, placing it slowly on the bed. "Was that the investigators?" Carlo inquired as soon as I hung up the call. "Yeah, they finally caught him," I replied. "It took them a while," he grumbled in disappointment. I clamped my jaws as I felt increasingly frustrated, then flopped onto the bed with desperation. A deep sigh escaped from my mouth as I yearned for a moment of relief. I tried to seek comfort in my mind, but my inner turmoil prevented it. Restlessness surged through me. I couldn't resist the urge to shift and turn on the mattress. It felt like a storm of thoughts and emotions was swirling within me, making any chance for rest seem like a fantasy. "Man, I know how anxious you are right now, but we need to sleep so we