Chapter 4

The grand hall was adorned with shimmering gold and silver decorations, and the air was thick with the aroma of flowers and expensive perfumes. 

Georgina stood at the altar, dressed in a breathtaking white gown, her heart heavy with sadness and regret. She couldn't believe this was happening. 

She had always imagined her wedding to be in a grand style but with a man she loved and her father smiling proudly across her. But this was not the case.

Georgina had been forced into this marriage and now she was filled with regret. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to be married to Marcelo, but she had no choice.

She was there physically, but mentally she was a million miles away, lost in her own thoughts, and dreading the future that lay ahead.

It is the wedding of Georgina and Marcelo.

It was a grand event that had clearly been in the works for months. The venue was a large mansion, with sprawling gardens that had been transformed into a magical wonderland for the occasion.

The wedding was a strictly by invitation affair, and only the crème de la crème of society had received one.

Major dignitaries from different parts of the world were in attendance, and the paparazzi were all over the place, eager to capture every moment of the event.

Georgina, dressed in a stunning white gown, was standing at the altar, staring blankly ahead. Her face was expressionless, and she looked like a prisoner being led to the gallows. 

She was flanked by her bridesmaids, who tried to cheer her up with a smile, but she couldn't muster one in return.

As the music began to play, the wedding march, Marcelo emerged from the back of the venue, looking every inch the powerful mafia lord. 

He was dressed in a black tuxedo, and his piercing eyes were hidden behind his dark shades. He walked towards Georgina, who was still staring blankly, and took her hand, leading her to the altar.

The ceremony was conducted in Italian, and Georgina barely went through the motions, while her mind was in turmoil.

Francisco arrived at the wedding venue early, and he found a hidden spot where he could watch the ceremony without being seen or so he thought.

He was dressed in a black suit, and his eyes were fixed on his daughter, who was standing at the altar, looking like a porcelain doll.

Francisco's eyes were filled with tears as he watched in silence, his heart heavy with sorrow. 

He couldn't believe what he had done to his daughter and his decision of taking a loan from Marcelo which has brought nothing but misery to his family.

As the wedding progressed and was heading towards the main event, Georgina's eyes swept the crowd, and she caught a glimpse of her father, hidden in the shadows. For a moment, their eyes met, and Georgina felt a surge of rumble in her stomach.

Marcelo stood at the altar with his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Georgina to recite her vows. 

He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he looked out at the assembled guests. 

As the priest began to recite the marriage vows, Marcelo fixed his gaze on Georgina, eager to hear her answer.

She looked stunning in her white wedding dress. 

But just as the priest asked, "Do you take Mr Marcelo as your husband?" Georgina paused for some seconds.

"Georgina?" Marcelo prompted gently, waiting for her answer.

Marcelo's heart skipped a beat as he followed her gaze, wondering what had caught her attention. He saw her eyes lock onto a figure in the shadows, and as he turned to look, he recognized the face of her father, Francisco.

Marcelo felt a twinge of anger as he realized that Francisco had defied his wishes and attended the wedding,

Just as he was about to move, he was interrupted as Georgina grabbed his wrist, pulling his attention back to her. He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and anger as she said, 

"I do. Yes, I do." she said firmly, her voice steady.

Marcelo's anger slowly faded, and he raised an eyebrow.

Georgina's heart sank as she heard the priest pronounce them husband and wife.

Georgina's thoughts immediately drifted to her father and wondered how he was doing.

She turned once more, hoping to sight him one more time. Georgina had expected to atleast have a short conversation with him and probably give him a hug. That would have been a relief in what seemed like a gloomy day for her. She had missed her father, but Francisco knew that he had to leave before he was seen by Marcelo again.

He slipped out of the venue quietly leaving Georgina who could only find solace in the fact that her father was doing ok.

Marcelo and Georgina arrived home late after their wedding night and Marcelo could not wait to spend the night with her. Georgina entered into the mansion and was welcomed by Marcelo’s workers, and for a moment, Georgina felt the warmth.

“Welcome madam”, an old looking woman said with a smile facing Georgina.

Georgina smiled back, giving her a warm handshake. 

The other workers were clapping filled with excitement. Their boss was married.

Marcelo and Georgina headed for the bedroom.

The room is dimly lit, filled with an air of anticipation. Georgina nervously steps into the bedroom, her white gown trailing behind her. Marcelo, her new husband, follows closely behind, his eyes filled with lust and impatience, Marcelo wasted no time in being all over her.

Georgina nervous and hesitating,

“Marcelo, can we... can we wait until tomorrow? I'm exhausted, and it's been a long day.

Marcelo's expression darkens for a moment before he lets out a short, wicked laugh.

“Go take a shower and let's get this over with”.

Georgina's heart sinks at his words, realizing that her worst fears are about to come true. 

She walked towards the en-suite bathroom, her steps heavy with apprehension.

Georgina stood under the warm water, the steam enveloping her trembling body.

As the water washes away her tears, Georgina braces herself for what awaits her. She wraps herself in a soft, white robe and steps out of the bathroom.

As Georgina re-enters the bedroom, Marcelo, already undressed, lies on the bed, his eyes filled with hunger.

Marcelo was amazed at how beautiful Georgina was especially with no clothes on. Georgina was a sight to behold. He couldn't wait to take his shower before he was all over Georgina again, kissing her neck before slightly pushing her on the bed.

Marcelo wasted no time in going in. Georgina was motionless and in tears and in no time, Marcelo was done. 

Georgina felt trapped and used. She stayed up all night wondering how long she could handle this marriage with Marcelo.