Bound By Vows, Driven By Revenge

After Mr. Clinton had apologized over and over again, he saw us off to the parking lot. He didn’t leave the parking lot until he saw our car zoomed off. Throughout our ride home, nobody said a word. Silence filled the car. I was seated at the back with Granny beside me, while Carlos sat at the front seat with the driver.

I knew Granny had a lot of questions on her mind to ask Carlos and I but surprisingly, she pretended as if nothing had happened some minutes earlier and was on her phone all through our ride home. Same as Carlos. Realizing that I was the only being who was not occupied, I brought out my phone from my bag only to see several missed calls and text messages from my best friend, Amelia.

“What the heck? I heard you got married to your sister’s fiancée. That can’t be true, right? Get in touch with me as soon as possible”, these were some of her messages.

I knew exactly why she had called. She must have heard the news. I didn’t inform her of my arranged marriage with Carlos as everything happened in a jiffy.

“Let’s meet tomorrow so I can explain things to you. I will call you tomorrow morning” I responded to her messages before I tucked my phone back into my bag. I proceeded to look out of the window, watching the glittering street lights, which lit up the dark streets.

In no time, we got home. It was a huge and gigantic mansion, which I could have never thought I would ever set my feet into in several years to come. While still admiring the building, Granny walked up to where I was standing and held my hand, which pulled me out of my admiration.

“Let’s go in, darling” she said, as she smiled at me. I nodded my head in acknowledgement as I trailed beside her, walking into the mansion. I was amazed by the interior of the mansion upon entering, that I didn’t realize granny was talking to me until she tapped me.

“Carla?” she said, almost yelling, just to get my attention as she tapped me.

“Yes, Granny” I responded as I flinched.

“Are you okay?” she asked, trying to study my expression, with concern hitched on her face.

“Yes, I am” I responded, smiling.

“Okay, if you say so. Go freshen up and come back downstairs so we can have dinner together” she said before  turning around to face Carlos, who was standing behind us.

“Guide her to her room. Will be back downstairs soon too. I need to get this hospital smell off my body” she said as she smelled her body, after which she furrowed her face in irritation and walked up the stairs to her room.

“This way” Carlos said to me, as he led the way to my - our room. I trailed behind him, as I looked around, still admiring the exquisite interiors.

After walking for some minutes, Carlos stopped in front of a door and in which he proceeded to open it. He walked in and so did I. I looked around, admiring the room but before I could fully grasp a view of it, Carlos broke through my thought.

“This is our room. We will be sharing the same room as I do not want people to suspect our relationship being a foul play. This is your bed and the other one at that edge is mine” he explained, his voice deep and emotionless, as he pointed in the direction of the bed, which was far away from mine.

“Like you know, this marriage is a marriage of revenge. No strings attached. We are not allowed to touch each other’s things, neither are we allowed to fall for one another. You go about your business and I go about mine. No meddling. This marriage would last until each party attain their aim for the purpose of this marriage. I hope I am cleared?” he asked in a stern voice as he furrowed his face, his expression devoid of any emotion, wanting to confirm if I got the message he was trying to pass across.

I nodded my head in acknowledgement, after which he walked up to a shelf, which was a few steps away from his bed space. He landed his hand on an envelope, which he held in his hand as he walked up to me.

“This is our contract agreement. Do well to sign it as I have signed mine” he said, as he hastily tossed the envelope on my bed, averting my gaze.

“I will use the bathroom first. Once I am done, you can do so too” he further said, as he turned to walk towards the bathroom.

“When will I be able to get my revenge on them?” I asked, as that was the most important issue to me at that moment and I was less concerned with every other thing he had said. I wanted to end that false marriage as soon as possible. That question of mine made him halt in his steps and he turned around to face me. He looked at me with the look of “Really?” on his face but I could care less. All I wanted was revenge; nothing more, nothing less.

“We will discuss that tomorrow. I have already drawn out some plans” he said, before walking away.

As soon as he disappeared out of my sight, I sat on the bed and ran through the pages of the contract. Satisfied with the content, I appended my signature. Some minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, fully clothed, although, he had changed from his previous cloth.

“I will be heading downstairs now, I am sure you can make your way there once you are done” he said before he walked out of the room, without waiting to hear if I could find my way to the dining room or not.

Still putting on my wedding dress, I dragged myself to the bathroom, where I had a relieving shower. It was after taking the shower I realized I had no clothe to put on. All my dresses were still at my place. With no other option, I grabbed one of his shirt and baggy trouser and put them on. I didn’t know how he would react as he had instructed not to touch his things but I had no other option at that moment. At least, he wouldn’t burn me to death.

I made my way downstairs and with the help of one of the maids, I made my way to the dining room. But upon getting there, I met what I never expected to meet.