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ROSALINE’S POV“You are a heartless bitch. You should have just died along with your miserable mother. Why are you still living and tormenting my son? Just die, you whore,” my stepmom spat venom. Initially, I thought of brushing it off and heading to work, but the mention of my late mother as ‘miserable’ struck a nerve. I could put up with being called a bitch, a whore, or whatever, but insulting my late mother is something I can never accept.“Listen carefully because this will be the last time I say this to you,” I declared, turning around with a menacing look. “The next time you call my mom miserable, I’ll make sure you and that useless son of yours are kicked out of this house. I’ll see to it that you leave empty-handed.” Grabbing my handbag, I made my way to the door, but the crazy woman grabbed my arm and yanked me back. In an instant, I spun around, eyes ablaze with anger.“How dare you touch me?” I demanded, yanking my arm free from her grasp. In an instant, she crumpled to the
ROSALINE’S POVAce Robinson’s name was boldly written there, accompanied by his unmistakable signature. I blinked in disbelief. When did this happen? How on earth could Dad appoint Ace as the CEO of Mum’s company? It might not be a corporate giant, but it held sentimental value for me. Now, that idiot had turned it into collateral for a loan, and I could bet he’d taken a gamble with it, too.Summoning whatever composure I had left, I approached the man in charge, “Sir, can’t we resolve this peacefully?” My voice, usually assertive, came out quieter, almost unrecognizable to my ears.“If you do not have my money, there is nothing to resolve,” he replied, gesturing to his henchmen to manhandle me out.“Three days!” I blurted out desperately before their hands could reach me. “I will send you the money in three days, please,” I pleaded, hoping against hope that he’d buy into my last-ditch promise.He scrutinized me for what felt like an eternity, weighing the gamble of trusting my words.
FREDERICK’S POV“How does this look?” my fiancée asked, twirling around for me to get a good look at the wedding dress she was considering.“It looks nice, but try this one,” I suggested, handing her an off-shoulder white gown with cute flowery designs. “It will look perfect on you,” I added, smiling. She took it from me and disappeared into the dressing room.We were trying out wedding dresses. My fiancée insisted on buying her dress just two days before the wedding for reasons best known to her.“You look breathtaking,” I gushed as she emerged from the dressing room.“Yeah, I think so too. Let’s buy this one,” she said, sounding somewhat nonchalant. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, or was I overthinking things? She headed back to the dressing room and reappeared with her original dress.“I need to use the restroom,” she declared, clutching her ringing phone and rushing off without waiting for my response.I sank into a seat behind me. Zara was acting strangely, bu
WEDDING DAYROSALINE’S POVI sat in front of the dressing mirror, lost in thought. The hair stylist was busy doing her magic on my hair, but that was the least of my concerns. In a few hours, I’d be married to a man old enough to be my dad. The memory of our conversation replayed in my mind like an unwelcome script.“I will marry you,” I said, even though the words felt heavy.“That settles it then. You have two days to clear your debt, right?” he asked.I was baffled. How much did he know about me? Was he keeping tabs on me?“Yes,” I reluctantly confirmed.“Then, our wedding will be in two days. I will settle the debt after the wedding,” he declared.I kept silent. I didn’t know what to say; everything was happening so fast. I felt like I was having a nightmare, but this whole occurrence was too real to be a dream.I’m Alex Wright, by the way...Let’s go get your wedding dress. I’ll take care of all the wedding expenses. All you have to do is show up at the venue and get married to me,
WEDDING VENUEROSALINE’S POVIt was an autumn beach wedding in the late afternoon on a sunny day. The beach faced a breathtaking sunset. Rose and Jasmine’s scented candles were lined up on each side of the beach, and a trail of sparkling white flowers graced the aisle. The set-up was nothing short of breathtaking. As I stood there in my carefully chosen gown, family members and a few unfamiliar faces beamed at me with happiness radiating from their faces. I mustered a smile in return, though it felt more like a forced grimace that left my lips aching.The wedding songs struck up their joyous tunes, and my father, the man responsible for this grand affair, approached me. He hugged me briefly, muttering, “I’m proud of you,” making me want to puke badly. Yeah, he is proud of me for paying for his son’s mistake. What sort of Father is happy when his daughter is getting married to someone as old as him? He linked our arms together, and we marched down the aisle to my supposed groom, who wa
THIRD PERSON’S POV“Where is Zara? Where is my bride?” Frederick exclaimed in shock, bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. How did this even happen? He wondered, grappling with the surreal situation.When his supposed bride approached, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Initially, the wedding gown caught his attention—when did Zara change the dress? But then he noticed the hairstyle; it was the same style as Zara’s. So he brushed it off as nothing.His assistant rushed over to him and whispered in a hushed tone, “Sir, your sister just called to inform you that Zara ran away.”“How is that possible?” Frederick questioned, his voice matching the discreet tone.“I don’t know about that, but your dad said you should go ahead and kiss your new bride. People shouldn’t notice that something went wrong; it’ll affect the company,” the assistant said, making Frederick sigh. He glanced at Rosaline, who was staring at him. ‘Was she blind not to have seen that he wasn’t
THIRD PERSON’S POV“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Rosaline asked, growing impatient as Frederick remained lost in thought. He had been calling Zara repeatedly, but her phone seemed permanently switched off. With no response from him, Rosaline decided to take matters into her own hands and pinched his arm to snap him back to reality.“Don’t touch me,” Frederick snapped sternly.“I’ll see what I can do about your so-called company... but first, I need to find out why my Zara ran away.”“But today is the deadline,” she stubbornly insisted, earning a glare of annoyance from Frederick.“Listen, we are not friends, nor are we acquainted, so becoming my wife doesn’t mean you should speak to me anyhow. This marriage is just an accident, and we’ll be divorcing soonest,” he said, making Rosaline clench her fist. Her hands were aching to slap him, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to jeopardize the chance of reclaiming her mum’s company. Throughout the ride, she kept her mouth shut but occa
THIRD PERSON’S POVNEXT MORNINGFREDERICK’S ROOMFrederick dialed a number with a sense of urgency, his impatience evident in the rapid succession of beeps.“I asked you to gather information about a certain lady. Did you do that?” Frederick inquired as soon as the call connected.“Yes sir, I did,” the voice from the other line promptly replied.“So what did you find out?” Frederick queried.After a few seconds of fumbling from the other side, he finally replied:“Her name is Rosaline Robinson; she’s 23. She has jet black hair, an oval face, eyeballs are black, heart-shaped lips, and…”“Isaac,” Frederick interjected, making him trail off.“Ye-yes, sir,” he answered.“I need important details.”“Alright, sir_,” he said. A few seconds later, he began again:“Her wedding was on the same day as yours and the same venue as well. She thought you were sent to represent her groom, so she married you, and now she’s your wife. Soon you’ll have children toge….”“That’s enough, Isaac. Just email e