My Nightmare Wedding part 1

Carrie's POV

My heart pounded as I slowly walked down the aisle, my gaze fixed on Victor at the altar. The grand hall was eerily silent despite the hum of guests and the soft melody of the piano. My white wedding gown weighed heavily on me, much like the secrets I'd been carrying.

Victor stood at the end of the aisle, his expression unreadable. Beside him was a priest. He wore a long, dark cloak that obscured most of his face. The flickering candles cast shadows that danced ominously along the walls, making the entire scene feel surreal.

As I reached halfway, my feet began to falter. I stopped, trembling and afraid. “I’m not Camilla,” I yelled, my voice cracking. “I don’t belong here! I want to leave!”

Gasps erupted from the audience, but before I could even take a step back, Victor surged forward. His iron grip latched onto my wrist, yanking me close.

“Ouch Victor you're hurting me"

Without warning, he crushed his lips against mine in a forceful, dominating kiss. I struggled all I could, but Victor was unyielding.

“It is done,” the priest declared, his voice chillingly calm. “You are now husband and wife.”

Victor released me, and the priest lowered his hood. It felt like my blood had turned to ice as I stared into the piercing eyes of The Reaper, he was the priest. He smirked, his presence radiating malice. “You’ll never avenge your family’s death, Carrie,” he whispered.

My gaze immediately shifted, I saw my family standing at the edge of the room, their bodies drenched in blood. I screamed and tried to run toward them, but Victor grabbed hold of me once more. “Where do you think you're going honey, you're mine now"

Right before my eyes, The Reaper pulled out a gun and fired a bullet. The deafening sound of gunshots filled the air as my family collapsed to the floor. I could do nothing but scream again, my voice raw and broken.

“Camilla!”

The name echoed, growing louder until it was loud enough for me to wake up from sleep.

I bolted upright, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. “It was all a dream” I said to myself in relief. The room around me was dark except for a faint ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains.

“Miss Camilla?” a voice called.

I turned, only to see a maid standing in the doorway, her face full of concern. “It’s your wedding day miss. You should be getting ready by now.”

My hands flew to my face, I could feel the tears streaming down. I glanced at the mirror across the room and froze. It was Camilla’s face that stared back at me, perfectly polished and unscarred, not Caroline's.

“Get out,” I whispered hoarsely, clutching the blanket around me to myself.

The maid hesitated at first but eventually left the room. Once alone, I reached for Camilla’s diary, flipping through its worn pages. Each word felt like a piece of a puzzle she was desperate to solve.

I stopped at an entry where Camilla described a chilling secret she had uncovered in The Reaper’s home. My breath quickened as I read every word:

“There’s something dark—something I was never meant to find. I have to be careful. If anyone finds out, it’ll be the end for me, The Reaper is…”

“Huh. Is what?"

I turned the page only to find it torn out. “Wait what?! Is that really it?" I slammed the diary shut, my hands almost trembling.

Just then, the sound of wedding bells rang in the distance. I glanced at the clock and realized it was time. Taking a deep breath, I approached the mirror for what felt like the 100th time today. “You’ve made it this far,” I whispered to myself.

“Just a little longer.”

Downstairs, Camilla’s Papi was waiting for me. He greeted me with a warm smile. He held out a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a delicate beautiful pearl necklace. “It belonged to your mother,” he said, fastening it around my neck. “She would’ve been so proud of you Cammy.”

I managed to force a smile and nodded, eventhough my stomach churned with dread.

Camilla's Papi escorted me to the car waiting outside. “I’ll see you soon,” he said, patting my hand before stepping back.

The driver started the car and we drove off, but as the minutes passed, I couldn't help but notice we were heading in the wrong direction. “Where are we going?” I demanded.

The driver didn’t answer.

“Turn the car around!” I shouted, panic starting to rise.

Still, the driver remained silent.

“This isn't good" I whispered to myself.

The car stopped outside an old, abandoned building. Two burly men appeared and yanked the door open. Before I could react, one of them grabbed onto my arm. I fought back, landing a punch on one of them, but another man snuck up from behind me. A cloth covered my nose and mouth, and the world faded to black.

“Shit!"

I woke up in a dimly lit room, my wrists shackled to a cold metal chair. The air was damp, and the walls were lined with rusting bars.

A shadow emerged from the corner. The man wore a mask, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Welcome,” he said, his voice deep and smooth.

My heart raced. It was obviously Diego.

“Diego,” I hissed. “Why the mask? Afraid to show your face?”

The man chuckled and yanked on my chains, pulling me closer. I spit in his face, “Coward!.”

He wiped his cheek and smirked. “Ficy I see,” he remarked before turning to leave.

“Wait!” I yelled. “What do you want from me?”

The man paused, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s not you I want,” he said cryptically before disappearing into the shadows.

Left alone with my thoughts, I deviced a plan to escape. I twisted my wrists, trying to loosen up the chains. Using a hairpin that I had hidden earlier, I picked the lock. Once I was free, I tore the lower half of my wedding gown to make it easier to move. Afterall, a puffy dress wouldn't get me far in terms of running for my life.

I spotted a small window, climbed through it and landed in some bushes. I got up and made my way out of the building.

“I wasn't gonna be some kind of bait”

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Victor's POV

All I could do was pace the wedding venue, a bottle of whiskey in hand. My men stood nearby, exchanging nervous glances as they watched me.

“Where the hell is she?” I growled, throwing the bottle of whiskey against the wall.

“Sir I'm sure she's on her way" one of my men said in an attempt to calm me down.

Just then, a half-naked man stumbled into the room, his arms and legs tied. My men were quick to untie him, and he gasped out a frantic explanation.

“A man beat me up and stole my clothes and drove off in the car with Miss Camilla!”

“What?!" Everyone in the hall gasped.

Camilla's Father stormed up to me, his face red with anger. “You said my daughter would be safe today!” he shouted, pulling out a gun.

My father intervened, and thank God too. He placed a hand on Camilla father's shoulder. “Calm yourself,” he said coldly. Then he turned to me and added, “Bring her back. Without a scratch.”

I nodded, my jaw clenched. I gestured for my men to follow but then my father stopped them all.

“Not so fast. You'll be going alone,” Said my father, his tone final.

“But I—"

"But you what?” My father's eyes stared heavily on me, I dare not finish my statement. I had to obey.

Fast as lightening, I got into my car, and using a tracker that I'd planted in Camilla's phone, I was able to pinpoint her exact location.

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I tracked her phone down to an abandoned building. Kicking the doors down, I stormed inside, gun drawn. The place was eerily quiet. Maybe a little too quiet.

Something was wrong! It all looked like some kind of ambus—

Bang!