Everybody Dies Tonight

(FMO)Chapter 2

Sophia 

(Everybody Dies Tonight)

I blinked once and blinked twice and I really wasn't dreaming. 

I was staring into the mirror in a wedding dress with a bouquet of fresh white roses in my hands. But there was a problem. 

The woman that was staring right back at me wasn't me. 

What is going on? 

I don't remember anything else except the fact that I caught Bryan and Claire cheating and Claire hit me over the head and now this. 

Who is this woman? And why do I have my memories but in a different body? 

What is actually going on? 

I removed the tiara from my head and placed it on the table before dropping the flower on the bed. 

I have no idea what game my mind is playing on me but I have to find my grandfather and my mother. I need to see Albie and let her know that Bryan is a no good asshole. 

Immediately I twisted the door handle, I came face to face with the chest of a man before I lost my footing and almost fell.

Thankfully, the man's quick hands steadied me by my waist and stopped me from falling. 

“Careful there, Annabelle.” The man's rich, deep voice wafted onto my ears. 

It sounded so good. 

Wait, what?! 

Annabelle?

I immediately looked up at the man's face and I was instantly charmed. 

Wow. He looked soo good. 

He had shiny black hair that was gelled back and away from his face with one unruly strand resting lazily on his forehead. 

His three piece suit did nothing to hide his godly physique and his well-tailored pants shed light on his long legs. 

Wow. 

He looked like a movie star. He looked gorgeous. 

He looked like a more handsome version and younger version of….Mark?

“Mark?.” I blurted out in confusion. 

“Who is Mark?.” He responded with a frown on his face as he stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him. 

I took a step back and tried to properly organize my next words as I could sense his anger rising. I needed to tread carefully. 

To prevent a repeat of the last time. 

“No one, sir. I'm just looking for someone I know from way back. A family friend.” 

His forehead furrowed before he folded his arms across his chest making his chest and biceps puff out. 

“Are you okay, Annabelle? You're acting strange.” 

“Yes, I am. I'm perfectly fine.”

“Is that so? Then why do you suddenly ask about my late grandfather, Mark. And what did you call me sir?.” He asked me while cocking his head to the right and studying me with his emerald green eyes. 

My jaw dropped in shock at what he said. 

Mark is dead? 

“Can I see a photo of him please?.” 

He shot me a weird look before fishing out his wallet and turning it to my face. 

And it was him. It was Mark's face smiling back at me. This is an older version of him but I could tell that it was still him. 

Oh no. 

Did Bryan and Claire get him too? 

I suddenly felt dizzy and sat on the nearest surface I could find. 

“Annabelle, what's wrong?.” He asked immediately as he was by my side in a second. 

Tears poured out of my eyes at the realization. 

“I'm not Annabelle. Please you have to believe me. I'm Sophia. Sophia Wilson.” I cried out. 

His face contorted in confusion. 

“What are you talking about? You're Annabelle Graham and I am Ace Hartford and today is our wedding day. Don't you remember? Did you hit your head?.” He gently asked as he wiped my tears. 

What? 

Now it dawned on me why I was in a wedding dress. All over again. 

“It can't be. I died on my wedding day.”

“What?.” Ace said in disbelief. 

“Yes. I was hit over the head by my husband's mistress.” 

“Are you sure you didn't slip and fall? You're not making sense, Annabelle.” 

I looked at his face and concluded that there was no getting through to him. At least for now. 

I gathered my dress in my hands and stood up abruptly. 

“I need to see my mother and my grandfather. I need to see my sister.” I said while heading to the door but I was dragged back by Ace. 

“What is wrong with you?.” His brows snapped together as he held my forearm. 

“Let me go! I don't even know you.” 

“Calm down!.” 

I stopped throwing my tantrums and looked at him. 

“You don't have a grandfather. You don't have a family. You only have a brother and you both aren't close. Your parents died and he blamed you for the fire that killed them.” He gently explained. 

“No!.” 

What sort of sick joke was this? Was this what reincarnation seemed like?

“Yes, Annabelle. Noah and I are your only family now.” 

“Who is Noah?.” 

I'm very confused. Who are all these people? If I really reincarnated then why do I have a different face but the same memory? I need answers. 

“Noah is my son, remember? What happened to you? We need to get you to a doctor after the wedding.” 

“You have a child?.” I asked while giving him a once-over. 

“Yes, Annabelle. Noah is two. Put yourself together.”

“No, please. You don't understand. I don't fit into this picture….into your family. I need to find Bryan, Claire and Albie, my sister.” I said to him while attempting to leave again. 

“No! We will revisit this issue again after the wedding. For now, the guests have arrived and I need you to not mess this up with whatever is wrong with you.” The look on his face said it all as he waved his hands in the air. 

He wouldn't allow me to ruin his wedding. 

“Do you understand me, Annabelle?.”

“Yes. I understand.” 

I tried to stop myself from crying and be brave. 

“Good. Now I'm going to go back downstairs and get Tina to come fix up your makeup and hair. You've ruined her hard work with all the crying.” He said while brushing my hair away from my face. 

“Okay.” 

“Good. Stay right here, okay?.”

I nodded and watched him walk out the door before I went back to the mirror to take another look at the face I was now wearing. 

She was pretty. 

Black hair, blue eyes, full pink lips and milky white skin. She was gorgeous.  

But she wasn't me. 

I looked down at the dress I was wearing. The past me would never dare to wear a wedding dress this revealing. 

It had a long slit running from my left leg to high up my thighs. The chest area of the dress did nothing but emphasize how blessed this woman was in the chest area. 

My breasts were almost spilling out. 

A creak on the door of the restroom had me turning immediately to the source of the sound. 

“Nice acting back there, babe.” A man emerged from the restroom in a black tuxedo. 

“Who are you?.” I said in fear while backing away till my back hit the wall beside the mirror. 

He had a wicked glint in his black eyes as he reached my position in no time and roughly pressed his lips on mine while pressing me against him and grabbing my exposed thigh, he ran his rough hands along my smooth leg. 

I didn't have enough of a chance to react as he hoisted me up against the wall and placed my leg over his waist while I felt his hand skim over my panty. 

He moaned into my mouth and bit down on my bottom lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth and grabbing my ass. 

I was confused but I still knew that this was wrong. 

With all my might, I pushed him away from me. 

“What is wrong with you?.” I asked in surprise and anger as he smirked before wiping the red lip stain from his lips and tucking his hands into his pants. 

“You can stop the acting, Anna. Ace is gone. It's just us now.” He said again before approaching me. 

I didn't need to be told by anyone that this man was trouble and bad news, so I had to act accordingly and get in line. 

I don't want to be killed once again for seeing something I shouldn't have seen. 

I took a deep breath before plastering a coy smile on my face which seemed to have convinced him. 

“I know but we should still be careful. Someone might see us.”

“Don't worry about that. Uncle Damien has that under control. Don't tell me you've forgotten the plan so soon.” 

The same wicked glint was evident on his face again but this time, there was mischief dancing in his eyes  

I continued to play along. 

“Of course I remember. I just wanted to play my role again”. I said 

“Let's play then. Besides, you sounded so hot playing dumb.” His hot breath fanned my neck as I felt his body heat radiating from how close he stood to me.

“So, what's your name, mister?.” I fluttered my eyelashes hoping I was playing this part right. 

“Carter. Carter Hartford.” The look in his eyes was that of lust as he stared right into my eyes through the mirror. 

I felt him pressing against my ass and I felt disgusted but I persevered and told myself that this time, I won't fail. 

“So what's the grand plan, Carter?.” I pressed my ass into him and I heard him hiss at the contact. 

I was doing good. 

“Everybody dies tonight, Anna.”