CHAPTER 6: THE INTRUDER

ANNA'S POV

As the mysterious man approached the altar, the priest hastily asked, "Young man, who are you, and why do you object to this union?" The man revealed his identity, leaving me stunned. "Johnny, again?" I thought, trying to keep my composure. I didn't want Kevin or the congregation to know about my past with Johnny.

Before Johnny could explain himself, Kevin ordered his guards to seize him. Three burly men swiftly escorted Johnny out of the church premises. I pitied Johnny, but I had made up my mind to go through with the marriage. I didn't want anything to sabotage this arrangement.

The crowd was in shock, their eyes wide with fear. Kevin signaled the priest to continue, and the ceremony concluded with the pronouncement of our union. As Kevin leaned in for a kiss, he whispered menacingly in my ear, "I hope you have nothing to do with that bastard?" Fear gripped me as I realized the kind of person Kevin truly was.

I forced a smile and nodded, trying to reassure Kevin that I had no connection to Johnny. But Kevin's eyes lingered on mine, searching for any sign of deception.

The congregation's cheers and applause continued, but I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. I glanced around, hoping to find an escape or a friendly face, but everyone seemed to be staring at me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

As we turned to face the crowd, Kevin's smile grew wider, but his eyes remained cold and calculating. I felt like a pawn in his game, a mere trophy to be won and displayed.

The reception was a blur of noise and color, with people congratulating us and offering well-wishes. But I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, the sense that I had just made a terrible mistake.

Johnny's sudden appearance had thrown me off balance, and Kevin's reaction had left me feeling trapped and vulnerable. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets Kevin was hiding, and what lay in store for me as his wife.

My mother, Madam Angelica, beckoned me over to where she was standing with a group of friends. I heaved a sigh of relief as I escaped Kevin's scrutinizing gaze, even if only for a time. I could still see him across the room, speaking with his guards and issuing orders.

As I approached my mother's group, Rose, a friend of hers, gave me a big hug. "Congratulations, my love!" she said. "Why is your wedding dress so simple, isn't your husband a billionaire?" she inquired, her voice full of interest.

I plastered a smile on my face, preferring not to answer her inquiry.

“Watch what you say Rose” Madam angelica chipped in.

Rose was known for her lack of tact, and I had become accustomed to her intrusive behavior. I proceeded to wave and welcome the other guests, perfecting my act as the happy bride.

As I interacted with the visitors, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider. My mother had invited all of her friends and acquaintances, but I knew almost nobody. My mother had planned a magnificent wedding, and I felt like a decoration, an accessory.

The sound of the romantic background music that was played and the beautiful decorations at the wedding was all I ever wished for as a kid but I never imagined it with a total stranger.

As Kevin motioned for his driver, Alex, to lead the way, he took my hand in a romantic gesture and led me into his beautiful white Lamborghini. I had no idea where we were going, but Kevin's lovely personality made me feel at ease. He exemplified the ideal gentleman: compassionate, loving, and attentive. As he held my hand and gently kissed it, I couldn't help but feel a rush of attraction.

Kevin's smile captivated me, and when he leaned in for a kiss, I closed my eyes and allowed the emotion to wash over me. His lips were soft, and his hands massaged my hips, causing thrills down my spine. I got caught up in the romance of it all, and Kevin's charisma was apparent. He was, after all, the picture of a dream man: gorgeous, sculpted, and sophisticated. But I knew there was a darker side to him, one that few people ventured to explore.

As Kevin pulled away from the kiss, I felt a flush creep up my cheeks and couldn't meet his stare. "You're my wife now, Anna," he whispered, his fingers lifting my chin. "You don't have to be scared of me.”

My heart skipped a beat when he said my name for the first time. Maybe, just maybe, this marriage wouldn't be so bad after all. Perhaps I could even find love in this unexpected union.

As the Lamborghini came to a stop, I gazed out the window in awe, taking in the breathtaking sight of a magnificent mansion. The sprawling penthouse boasted a gleaming pool and immaculately manicured surroundings, exuding an air of opulence and luxury. I felt as though I had stepped into a presidential suite.

"Welcome to our home," Kevin announced, his arms spread wide in a grand gesture. "What do you think? Isn't it stunning?" His eyes sparkled with pride as he awaited my response.

"It's beautiful," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, still trying to process the grandeur of our surroundings. Kevin's smile broadened, seemingly pleased with my reaction.

As we walked into the main bedroom, Kevin began to undress, his motions flowing and confident. I watched with mixed emotions as he prepared for our wedding night. The space was darkly lit, with quiet music playing in the background, resulting in an intimate setting.

Kevin's stare caught mine, sending shivers down my spine. He took a step forward, his voice low and gruff.

"Tonight, Anna, we begin our new lives together. "Are you ready?" He muttered, his eyes blazing with fury.

Kevin's fingers started to gently undress me without waiting for my answer; his lips trailed kisses down my neck and back. I moaned softly as his skin touched mine, my body responding to his gentle caresses.

As I slipped out of my wedding dress, Kevin gently placed me on the bed, his lips continuing their gentle exploration of my skin. His kisses danced up my legs, teasing my thighs, and I felt my body respond, growing wet with anticipation.

Kevin seemed to have a direct conduit to my most basic needs, setting off feelings I had never known. My stressful day melted away, replaced by a deep longing for his touch.

Kevin moved back, his eyes never leaving mine, and took off his underpants. His erection stood proud, like a promise of pleasure to come.

I experienced an overwhelming longing, my body yearning for his caress. I reached behind me, unhooking my bra, and let it fall away, leaving only my panties in place.