Chapter 002

OPHELIA LAURENT'S POV

Five Years Later

“Hey, you know you are not meant to be here right?“ I asked my soon to be husband Klaus, a beautiful smile on my lips as he walks into my smll house at the sea shore.

“I've missed you a lot Ophelia.“ He caressed my cheek softly, just tomorrow he would be my husband. He would be the man I would learn to love, but my heart starts to hammer with that thought and my thoughts drifted back to him, that night I illegally divorced him.

Those memories rushed back to my mind like it was just yesterday. He slept in a balaclava, his upper chest bare and I almost forgot my mission seeing how hot he looks. What was more shocking to me was that he had my face tattooed all over his body, the tattoo of a woman boobs on his Torso and I felt and assumed it was mine, it nipples had my piercing too.

'How did he know about the piercing on my nipples?' that thought had pierced my damn soul and now I could feel my nipples harden through my clothes. The fucker had been watching me, the thought of it sending chills down my spine then and now, and I think Klaus had noticed my change too.

With the drug in his system, just like my Ally had described it, he couldn't think straight and he signed the papers just as I asked. Even though his eyes still appeared fvcking dull, when he stared at me with those misty grey eyes it pierced down to my core, it was so intimidating that I couldn't keep eye contact.

I left every damn evidence of our divorce on his bed and I escaped the house with the help of my Ally, Sophie, using her clothes to escape the guards through the back door. And after a year of leaving to a secluded part of a country, changing my name where no one could find me, I finally showed up to my father who seems stunned at first.

He had no idea I had ran away from my ex, and I was happy my ex didn't search for me or report my illegal act to any lawful authority, because if he'd try to I would have reported him too. He was a body part broker or maybe a murderer and he had spilled blood of who I don't know who on my cleavage.

With my father lack of knowledge I told him my husband was dead, I told him I finally saw his face and he died over the month and he believed me. He was happy, happy that he would sell me out again to one of his many business men, and here I am with one of 'em Klaus Duncan, son of a rich Texas senator, but he was gentle and I hoped our chemistry would fit when we finally get married.

Klaus had portrayed the gentleman ever since we began dating, he had never touched me sexually because I forbid it until our wedding night; I am a virgin for Christ sake and I had disclosed that secret to my father that made him the happiest man that i hadn't been in sexual contact with my ex, his pay would be huge, but i'm sure not as huge as my Ex, no one would be willing to set down all those payments for me, that was the net worth of a family.

“Would he come for me.“ Those questions were on my mind after what I'd done, but no he didn't, and I calmed, he had forgotten me or maybe died for real or maybe in prison because he got caught.

“Earth to you soon to be Mrs Ophelia Klaus Duncan.“ Klaus pinched my chin lightly and I gave him a shaky smile “You know I can wait to put a ring on your finger and call you mine.“

“I can't wait to be yours too.“ The difference was clear I won't be wearing a ring on a dummy this time.

The D-Day is here, the day where my now grown twenty one years old step brother would again give me to a man, he was sixteen the last time he walks me down the aisle and I was on the edge of nineteen.

A gasp tears from my lips as my stylist pulls the corset of my gown tightly around my waist. Now I looked like a doll, my white gowns accentuated my every curves, from the voluptuous swell of my breast down to my tiny waist and the rest swallowed by the flair large skirt.

My long red hair was now tied up in a ballerina bun, my face transformation stunned me. I am a girl who hated fashion, I could wear a sack of potatoe and still fit in, I don't wear make-up except for necessary occasions like this, but I was still loved and lusted on by many in college.

Everything seems good, it looked sunny through the aluminum clad wood windows of my father, yet my heart was covered with fogs beating loudly through it clusters of velvet, dark webs. My hands clammy with sweats, a rush of adrenaline hitting me back and forth and I had not even the slightest idea to why I am scared.

The opening of the door jolts me from my reverie “Ophelia,” I heard my step-brother's voice in the room. I turned to Max Laurent in a tux, beach blonde hair styled to the back with a sweet smile on his lips “How do I look?“ I twirled as my stylist left the room, blushing as she walked past Max.

“Dashing.“ He smiled back as he walks up to me with a box in his hand. He had grown a lot, from the boy I play with in the lawn, he had become a man, tall, handsome with fine muscles every lady would fall for.

I am the only daughter of my now late mother and the second of my fathers children. My father had cheated on Mom when she was alive because she had difficulties having a child, she had a miscarriage five times before I came stubbornly, to stay, which I regretted now. Before she could have me, father already had a mistress who had give him a daughter already, a devil of a daughter Elise Laurent who is months older than me.

Two years after having me mom died due cardiac arrest, and Shannel was brought in with her devil daughter who made my life a living hell. Not until Shannel had Max I had no one to call a family “Thank you Max.“ Thank you for everything.

“I would like to put you in a photocopy machine, I would love my girlfriend to wear you.“ He said and I chuckled.

“I thought you've grown.“

“I'm your baby.“ He took my hand and placed a kiss on the back of my palm “Oh, I was asked to give you this.“ He gave me a white box “It was from a delivery guy and I don't know who it's from, check it out, I would be waiting to walk you down the aisle. Bye sis.“ Max left the room, blowing me another kiss, which I caught playfully, before bringing my attention back to the box.

I had no close friends to have sent this and I haven't been in contact with my college friends ever since graduation. I placed the box on the vanity table and I peeled the tape off it, before pulling the lid open and a gasp left my lips as I fell back seeing the content. My breathing came out hurried and loud through my lips, my chest giving fast rise.

Lying in the box was a severed tongue an

d chunks of bloody meat, a paper slept on the cause of my stomach tightening.