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Zara's POV

I stood outside the altar, practicing how to breathe, with the flowers in my hands. I still can't believe that I was getting married to a man I met just two days ago. I didn't care if I was doing the right thing or not.

I snapped out of my thoughts, when the altar doors were opening, and my eyes popped open at the number of guests that were present.

I have never seen so many people gathered in one place before.

I swallowed hard and managed to walk down the aisle all by myself. I had no one to even stand as my family member, and nothing hurt more than that.

There were many cameras flashing lights everywhere, and if not for the veil that covered my face. I probably would have run away.

Mr Fred took me by the hand, as we both exchanged our vows, and he slipped the ring in my finger.

The fact that I had a smooth wedding, with no stepsister here to ruin it, was an achievement on its own.

The wedding went on faster than I thought, as he took me by the hands, and walked me to the car. We looked like the perfect couple, how sweet.

"Take your veil off," he told me, as we approached the car.

"You were meant to do that, when you kissed me. And by the way, you are a horrible kisser" I rolled my eyes. He just snorted and remained silent.

We finally got into the car, and we did everything to avoid eye contact with each other. I took off my veil when I began to feel hot in the car.

I looked in the opposite direction, with my eyes filled with tears. I have become the wife of a stranger, while the man I love is married to my sister.

As if that isn't bad enough, I am also carrying the baby of my r*pist.

My heart skipped a beat when I thought about this. How do I tell Mr Fred I am pregnant?

We finally arrived at the house and

I stood outside Mr Fred's room, unable to decide whether to enter the room or not. My hands were trembling, and I couldn't even understand why.

I knew I was scared, but the reason behind my fear was what I couldn't make sense of.

Just as I placed my hand on the handle of the door, to open his room. I felt someone walking up behind me, and before I could turn around to see who it was.

The person wrapped one of his hands around my neck, while his other hand placed a white handkerchief over my nose.

If excess chloroform could kill somebody, then I would have been dead, and buried by now.

This person only released me, when he saw that my body had weakened.

He dragged my feet on the floor, leading me to an unknown room

He kicked the door open and tossed me inside. I squinted my eyes, trying to see if I would be able to recognize the person, but it was more than impossible.

The person was putting on baggy clothes, and a mask as well.

He began to take my clothes off, he struggled to take off my wedding gown as it had a tight zipper

While all this was happening, I kept seeing things in a blurry vision, before I finally passed out completely.

Mr Fred's POV

I came into my room to see Zara still wearing her wedding dress, as she sat on the bed. She had her veil on, covering her face.

"You shouldn't be here," I told her, taking off my jacket.

She remained silent and didn't do anything.

"We are only married on paper, and that's it. We don't have to do this wedding night bullshit, so just go to one of the guest rooms and stay" I told her, yet she remained silent.

I took a deep breath and observed her movements. I didn't want to raise my voice at her, but her acting stubborn like this, really pissed me off.

"I said you should leave Zara! Leave!" I yelled at her, pointing towards the door.

I saw the way she shook in fear, as she lowered her head, and walked out.

I kind of felt bad about the whole thing, but the way she was acting was weird.

I woke up the following morning, with sun rays piercing my eyes, I rubbed them gently and forced my way out of bed.

I had barely opened the door of my room when Zara barged in, and gave me a slap across the face.

"You cheap b*stard" she cursed, and looked at me with disgust.

I was furious, as I folded my fist.

"How dare you raise your hand to me like that? Do you know who I am, and what I am capable of doing to you for this rubbish act of yours?" I asked her, still restricting myself from hitting her back.

"You are right. I don't know what you are capable of doing. But, I know what you have already done. How could you stoop so low? Did you have to rape me?" She screamed, and my eyes widened in shock.

"R*pe?. Of everything in this world to accuse me of, it's r*pe? There are thousands of women out there, begging just to be able to see my bare chest. And many of them are more attractive than you, so why would I stoop so low, to r*pe someone of your class?" I lifted an eyebrow, and she remained silent.

She looked like she was in shock.

"I may not be anybody in the society, but that doesn't give you the right to speak to me this way, or to do whatever you please to me. You are a disgusting man" she spat out, and I held her by the wrist.

I pushed her to the wall, and pinned her to it, with my hand just above her head.