“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” the priest asked.
My soon to be; in a couple of seconds, husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do”
Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely.
It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands.
“Do you, Jennifer Walker, take Alex Snow, to be your lawfully wedded husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”
I look at him defiantly with my head held high, piercing him with my hatred and loath, telling him that I don’t fear him, as I answer without an ounce of hesitation “I do”
As soon as the words left my mouth I was certain, I just sealed my own fate by marrying Alex Snow.
Fate had a merciless, screwed up sense of humor when it set me up with this monster, and made me marry him in a last minute forced marriage, or more like imprisonment.
And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me…sooner rather than later.
Jenny’s POVONE WEEK EARLIERI wake up to the sound of my father screaming in rage, followed by something smashing on the floor.It was such a typical way to wake up, like waking up to an alarm every morning. It became a daily routine in this house a long time ago.I close my eyes and curse inwardly. Another day god didn’t answer my prayer to take that man’s life in his sleep.There is always tomorrow, I thought with a sigh.I used to hate myself for praying for my father’s death every night. It made me feel like a bad person. But as the days passed, as I became certain he will never change into a better person, that feeling went away.I get up from the bed and head towards my bathroom.I stare at myself in the mirror for a long time, trying to recognize the person staring back at me. It wasn’t me. Or it wasn’t who I wanted to be. Why? Well, there are so many reasons that I don’t even k
Jenny’s POVIf you Google type 1 diabetes you get this definition:A chronic condition in which the pancreas produces little or no insulin. Insulin is a hormone needed to allow sugar (glucose) to enter cells to produce energy.The exact cause of type 1 diabetes is unknown. Usually, the body’s own immune system; which normally fights harmful bacteria and viruses, mistakenly destroys the insulin-producing cells in the pancreas. Other possible causes include genetics or exposure to viruses and other environmental factors.I, personally, blame it on those other environmental factors, namely living in this depressing town with a sick twisted father.Treatment focuses on managing blood sugar levels with insulin, diet and lifestyle to prevent complications.After that life altering discovery, my once empty night stand, became filled with different insulin pens, pen needles, alcohol wipes, a glucometer, and snacks.I became fully
Alex’s POVI’m standing outside in the front yard of our house, impatiently waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive with her father and sister.Today will be the start of my life with her. I can’t wait to marry her and have her by my side all the time. It was torture enough that we were living two hours away from each other for the past four months since I ran into her by coincidence.I never believed in love at first sight. Until my sight landed on her one day.I still remember that first meeting like it was yesterday. I forever cherished that memory and kept it in my heart and soul ever since.She was going to her hometown to visit her father during spring break, when her car broke down in the middle of nowhere.I happened to be on my way back to Snow after conducting some business in Fairbanks; which is two hours from here, when I noticed her backing away from her car in clear panic, as smoke started to emerge from the
Alex’s POVMy father comes to stand next to me as I wait for Melanie to arrive. He was already dressed up in a tuxedo and his usual disheveled hair is styled back elegantly with hair mousse. His beard was also trimmed down. I’ve never seen him this fashionable before, he was always dressed casually, even when we have business meetings.The sight of him taking care of himself for my wedding brought a wave of pride to course through me for being his son.Despite our cruel dangerous lifestyle, we were born and raised in a very close loving home. We enjoyed our childhood until it was time for us to grow up and play with guns instead of race cars. My father wasn’t the strict heartless leader people talk about around the town. Inside our house, he was the typical caring father who makes time to play with his children and gives his wife the love and devotion she deserves.He was everything I wanted to grow up to become. Both as a leader and as
Alex’s POV“Please, I’ve told you everything I know. Please help me” the man who destroyed all our lives by killing our leader, our rock, and our backbone, begged me shamelessly.“Call uncle Stefan here” I commanded without addressing anyone in particular.I heard running footsteps retreating back down to the house.A few minutes later, uncle Stefan came running with his face gravelly dark, and his clothes all bloody, from what I assumed to be my dad’s blood.I get up from my crouch over that man and address uncle Stefan coldly, as I hand him my gun “That’s the guy who killed your brother. I’m giving you the chance to avenge his death, while I go seek his other killer”“Who ordered the hit?” he asked viciously.“Lord Z ordered it, Patrick Walker participated by sneaking him in through the border”The shock on his face mirrored mine when I
Alex’s POVIt’s been three of the most miserable days of my entire existing. Three days since our world was turned upside down by a single damn bullet, that took our light and left us all drowning in the darkness. The darkness of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Those were the known five stages of grief, I’ve read about it somewhere before and it got stuck in my head. It got stuck because I thought it was complete bullshit. When someone close to you dies you only feel one thing, anger. But turns out I was wrong, not entirely, but still wrong. Each of us was feeling one thing, yes, but each one of us was feeling a different stage of grieving. My mom was in denial. She was trying to deceive what she saw with her own eyes, believing that he was recovering in the hospital, that he was still alive and coming back to his home soon. She locked herself in their room for the past two days, not allowing anyone to
Alex’s POV“To my loved ones:I’m deeply sorry for leaving you like this. My heart breaks just writing this letter and imagining you all gathered around to hear it. But please, grieve no more, as it will only make me more heartbroken over seeing you like this, where ever I end up after my death, I want you all to know that I will be with you with every passing second, even though you cannot sense me or hear me. So I don’t want to see you sad and broken for my death. I want you to stand strong and believe with every fiber of your beings that I am and will always be with you. I am not going anywhere because I’m already in your hearts and souls.I’m writing this letter not only to my family, but to the new leader of the Snow clan.As the former leader of my clan, it is my duty and obligation to appoint another one to come after me in case of my unexpected death. It is my decision and mine alone.As the new leader, I
Alex’s POVThe sound of gunshots kept coming from across the town, but surprisingly, they never got closer to us. The SPD was probably blocking the roads leading to our house.I was pacing back and forth in utter rage, waiting for the rest of the family to join us in the living room before hearing what my maniac brother had done.I was barely holding myself from shoving him into a corner and beating the shit out of him.I was never as angry as I was right this moment.As Lucas, uncle Stefan, David, and Erik, stood in the room looking between me and Jacob in confusion, I said in a scathing tone “Explain to us why you went rogue and all fucking John Wick on us to kill Patrick Walker on your own, Jacob!”“Wait, what? You killed him?” Uncle Stefan asks in bewilderment.Jacob; who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed like he didn’t just ignite the slow match to war, said in a calm voice &ld