Chapter 5: Wedding bells

A knock on my door woke me up.

“Come in “ I mumbled, hoping they could hear me.

 “The door is locked ma’am “ a voice said from outside

With a groan, I got up and after a good stretch I went to open the door.

I was surprised to see about 5 ladies standing outside my door.

One of them was the maid that showed me to my room last night, a room I haven’t taken a proper look at since I got here.

 I think her name was Mary.

 “Erm… what’s going on? “ I asked, surprise written all over my face.

“Good morning, ma’am; sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but the boss ordered that I should bring them to get you ready”, the one called Mary answered.

“Ready for what? “ I wondered out loud

“It’s …it’s your wedding today, ma’am,“ she said, looking surprised that a woman could forget her own wedding.

“Ohhh” was all I said as the memories of the night before rushed in. I can’t believe I forgot.

“I would have to take my bath and freshen up, you could check back in about 30 minutes “. I told them and shut the door quickly.

 I took in a deep breath… this was definitely not how I thought I would feel on my big day.

 My wedding was always something I’d looked forward to growing up. I wanted to be involved in the planning with the love of my life,choosing little details that would mean so much to me but here I was, I didn’t even know what my wedding dress looked like.

I went on with my morning routine as quickly as I could.

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I looked at myself in the mirror, the wedding dress was simple yet stunning. It wasn’t my dream dress but I guess it’d have to do.

I went downstairs and met with my husband to be. He was looking as handsome as always in his perfectly tailored grey suit . He handed me a box ,I knew it was a ring for him.

We got into a limousine decorated with ribbons and we were driven to church.

My father was there, ready to walk me down the aisle. There weren’t much people present , it was a really private or might I say secret wedding.

Almost as though he didn’t want anyone to know we were married.

Soon it was time to walk down ,my dad took my hand and led me down the aisle and I could see

Vitali standing with the priest.

A beautiful smile was plastered on his face, one would think he had anticipated this day all his life and that he deeply loved me.

Soon I was standing in front of him with an equally fake smile on my face.

We took our wedding vows and exchanged rings and not once did he stop smiling.

“You may now kiss the bride” came the voice of the priest. I felt my heart beat pick up, I couldn’t believe we were about to kiss. I’d never kissed anyone before. I had zero clue on what to do.

While I was busy worrying about kissing him, Vitali pulled me closer by my waist, his touch made me feel butterflies in my stomach. His lips were warm and soft just like I knew they would be and the kiss was so brief. No tongue and no spit, just lips.

Then he pulled back as everyone clapped .

Could this count as my first kiss?

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When we finally got home, it was already well past 6 pm.

It was barely 15 minutes after we arrived but Vitali was dressed to go out again.

"where are you going?” I asked as he walked past me. I was sitting in the living room scrolling on my phone.

 He ignored me.

“ Vitali..” I called his name to get his attention

He marched angrily towards me and pulled me to a standing position while placing a strong grip on my wrist.

“It is sir to you. And do be careful, you do not get to ask me questions. Understood?” He

thundered.

“You’re….hurting me “ I cried out and he left my wrist.

 “Understood?” He asked again and squirming under his gaze I nodded.

I fell down to the sofa sobbing after he left.

Why did he treat me like I was nothing ? I was his wife, I had every right to ask him questions, it was what couples did. I had every right to call him by his name, I wasn’t his servant.Why then did he marry me if he was going to keep treating me I didn’t matter, I probably didn’t but he didn’t have to show it every time.

I looked at where he gripped my wrist, there was a red painful mark there.

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It was 10pm already and Vitali wasn’t back, I was waiting for him to get back so I could discuss my plans of finding a job with him.

I knew I couldn’t just go and find one on my own because believe it or not he had given grave instructions to the security men not to let me out for any reason. It felt like I was a prisoner.I decided to take a tour round the house while waiting for him.

This house was really big and beautiful. It had a large dining area, a well furnished sitting room

and so many other rooms I had no idea what they were for. He also had a home office.

I walked outside. The cool night breeze softly caressed my skin. I walked towards the pool and at that moment I wished I could swim ,the sparkling blue water was definitely tempting .

 I paused, I felt something cold press to the side of my head.

In a state of panic I turned my head only to see a gun pointed at me.

 ‘Crak’

 And everything went black.