Reila's POVI came out of the bathroom feeling very refreshed and scrubbed. I had made use of the cold shower, drowning myself in it and guiding every emotion through me. I wasn't surprised to find the stylist and make-up artist already set up.“The bride is freshly scrubbed,” Carolyn called, a small tease in her voice. I ignored her and got my hands on the particular underwear I had selected for this day. I didn't see Matilda anywhere in the room so I guessed that she was at the event center already.“So, Ella, this is Joanna.” Carolyn pulled me toward the two ladies setting up their equipment on the vanity table.The one she introduced as Joanna was a very frail-looking woman, blessed with nice teeth and beaming eyes. She looked very professional in her mini dress but she still managed to pull off the fun look. Maybe it was the way she packed her hair.“Hi, Joanna,” I smiled warmly at her and her smile widened.“Hello, Ella. Or should I say the latest bride?” she teased and I chuckl
Riella's POV.There was a difference between wanting to get married and taking the step to get married. I had always envisioned my wedding day when I was a little girl. Back then when I was swept up into the world of Disney; envisioning meeting my prince charming and allowing him to sweep me off my feet. Then we would get married in a castle, a palace where all the people present will bow for their Queen and Kings.Growing further, I didn't want the castle marriage again. But I wanted a flamboyant wedding. A wedding that would be the talk of the town for months. So sweet yet memorable.Now my dreams had changed.For I was going to marry Harold however way. What involved a secret wedding was all about getting married to the man of your dreams in a clerk house, office or probably the church with the priest involved.But my friends had outdone themselves for us.They had made it special, unique, something to remember. And it was all I ever wanted. I clutched my bouquet of flower closes
Reila's POVWe had our reception party in the same garden. When I and Harold walked into that part of the garden secluded by a small gate, I was stunned by our couple seats and how beautiful it looked. We spent more than enough time taking pictures with ourselves and with every body else courtesy of Kim. I didn't know how Carolyn and Matilda had managed to pull all of these off but they did it so well. And the guys they employed to serve and entertain us. Frankly, it didn't look like a secret wedding anymore.It was my perfect wedding.“You know what I want to do right now?” Harold asked me as he pulled me into his chest. It was like Deja Vu, the way he pulled me. It was Matilda's wedding all over again when he wanted to dance with me by all means. Only that this time, I wanted to dance with him as well.“Tell me, ” I indulged him, stepping closer to press a small kiss to his cheeks. He knew what I was doing but again, we would not talk about it. It was all for fun. “I want to rip t
Harold's POV.I was running mad.I didn't understand how something so perfect, something that had been going on so perfectly well had gone up in flames in a matter of seconds. Riella was missing. No, she wasn't missing.She was kidnapped.The last time someone had seen her according to Jemma who had been the person, it was when she had gone off to use the restroom. A hotel staff after then had reported that he saw a lady being snuggled into a car.“Did you catch the car's number?” Damien was the only one calm amongst us and he was trying to get answers from the trembling maid.“No, the car sped off before I could register anything.” She shook her head. I placed about, running my hands through my hair in anger. Everything was going downhill. I was running mad. I was feeling sick. I was angry.“YOU HAD ONLY ONE JOB? ONE FREAKING JOB!” I screamed at the crowd of men the resort had provided to protect us. I had gone the extra mile to pay them to specially ensure our safety but they had go
Harold's POVJust like I ordered, we rounded up our cars in ten minutes and we drove straight to the airport without a word. The wedding Spirit was disheveled. I had dumped my tux somewhere, leaving off my black shirt. I had made a series of calls while on the flight and now that we had alighted after four tiring hours, I was ready to strangle Brittany.“Are you sure you don't need me to come home with you?” I asked Carolyn and the girls for the umpteenth time after we arrived at the airport.“No, Harold. I will handle this. They wouldn't want to see or hear anything from you at all so, lete take the lead and handle this the way I can. It's going to be tough but they are going to listen to me in the long run. So, you stay away while I handle it.” She explained and I exhaled.Of course, I wouldn't expect Ella's folks to welcome me with open arms if I go to see them. They must have put two and two together thanks to Jemma and were probably furious now. They wouldn't want to see the face
Harold's POV.I got to the door as I caressed my cheeks in anger, feeling the sting of her slap. When I opened the door, I expected to find Damien and Matilda by the door but instead, a frantic woman pushed me out of the way as soon as I opened the door and let herself in.I barely got to handle the door before a huge, brown haired man pushed his way in, followed by Jemma and Anna with a male I guessed was Duncan. He was tall, broad shouldered, and possessed pretty brown hair. I was about to shut the door when Carolyn walked in. She glanced at me, silently muttering an apology. I knew there and then that nothing would have gone well if the whole family was here. And with how much Jemma had messed up earlier, I would not be surprised if they knew everything already.“Are you the one who knocked my daughter up?” The huge man stalked toward me. I nodded and just like I had anticipated, I received the punch on my nose.I groaned and my hand immediately cupped my nose in pain. He was a ba
Harold's POVI was getting ready to head back to the screaming people when Damien walked in. His eyes widened when he saw my nose and he rushed forward.“What the hell happened? And what is going on? How are Riella's folks here?” He demanded all at once?“Ella's dad did the punch. They are very worried about their daughter.” I shrugged trying to appear calm even though on the inside, I was boiling. “Damn, this is a disaster.” He massaged his forehead.“It will be a bigger disaster if I don't find my wife. An eighteen year old just promised to break my bones.” I gritted.“Are you kidding?” Damien screamed in disbelief. “Was that Ella's brother?” He questioned.“ Yep, and he seemed pretty serious about it. I love how protective he is though.” After a few seconds, I asked, ”Any luck with what you were up to?” I asked.“That's another problem. I couldn't get the pictures. The stupid man had it sold to the media already before he started threatening me. I tried to buy the pictures but
Harold's POV. “So, I really need a detailed explanation of what happened,” Jackson, one of the men Tyler brought along asked, looking in my direction. I stared back at him and after a few seconds, Damien cleared his throat and started. “We had the wedding at the Oasis garden resort. It was private, essentially private. The only people who I knew attended the wedding and the reception were the resort staff. Oh and by the way, one of the staff is blackmailing us. They know how important this is to us and now, they are threatening and blackmailing. I'm still trying to get my hands on him.” Damien glared at no one again before he cleared his throat and continued. “After the wedding ended, the couples went ahead to take pictures shot by Kim, the private photographer I hired. We had fun and games and of course danced. I just finished dancing with Riella when she went off to see Jemma.” He concluded. The three men turned in the direction of Jemma who had been introduced. She seemed to s