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AVERY

"And, do you, Avery Roosevelt take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health? In rich and in poor-"

The man's words were cut off by my to-be husband's snicker. I frowned and turned to him but I immediately fixed my face when I remembered the promise he made to me.

But, hold on, does he think he wouldn't ever be poor? Like ever in this life? I mean, even his name doesn't ring a bell.

Maverick.

He didn't give a last name. I wonder why that is though. Perhaps, I'll ask him after the wedding.

"I do." I cut off the man who was about to start the vow from the beginning. All over again.

Funny enough, this isn't how I visioned my marriage to be. Though, I was locked in there... I still visioned my prince charming on his white horse coming to save me from my bondage.

Then we would fall in love and live happily ever after. Not this kind of marriage.

"By the power of the law, I now proclaim you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

My eyes widened at his words. How could I forget this part?! My first kiss... Not to him.

He just wants to help me!

"Avery." He called and I blinked before I slowly turned to him.

"Yes?" I answered in a whisper-like tone.

"He said I should kiss the bride."

I heard! Just because he said you should do it doesn't necessarily mean you should!

Before I could utter a word, his lips met with mine. My eyes widened at the unexpected gesture.

Why is he kissing me?! My hand went up to his chest as his lips stayed on mine. Not moving or anything.

Was this how a kiss was supposed to be? I mean, Eleanor Roosevelt used to fantasize like a mad person over a kiss. Most especially her first kiss.

Why is my first kiss so... bland and normal? Either way, he should get off me. If I have a boyfriend in the future, our kiss together should be my first kiss!

Before I could mount pressure on my wrist, he has gotten off me causally turning to the clergyman.

"Is that all?"

"You need to sign these papers and that would be all."

With no word, he drawled his signature on the paper the man gestured at and stretched the pen to a frozen me.

How is he not unfazed by the kiss?! I mean, I'm not, but am I that bad of a kisser? God, help me!

"Avery?" He called and I blinked. Once. Then twice.

"Huh?"

"Signature. Your signature." He said gesturing the pen at the paper.

"Oh! Signature." I mumbled collecting the black pen from him. My hand hovered over the place where I would sign my name.

If I signed this, I'm married to this man. Maverick. Whom I know nothing about. Yet, he wants to help me.

It's not a win-win situation. I'm the only one that's going to win in this marriage. With a sigh, I scribbled over the paper appending my signature.

Well, I'm married. Happy Married Life to me.

I turned to my husband... Seems so weird saying that word, who was talking to the driver, maybe? The one that hates me. For some reason unknown to me.

Maybe he thinks I'm someone he knows? Who has hurt him in the past? Oh! Maybe like a girlfriend or a lover or something. Cause I really can't think of another legible reason to hate someone as soon as you set eyes on them.

"Let's go." Someone said and I looked up at my helper's straight face.

"Oh... Okay." I replied with a nod.

Without another word, he walked away with his hand in his pocket. I immediately gathered my gown in my hand and followed after him.

I looked down at the red book in my hand. The proof I was married. Legally. My eyes darted unconsciously to the ring that was still sitting elegantly on my ring finger.

I guess it's time to get rid of you.

I stopped once I got to the car, pulled the door open, and slid into the car closing the door behind me with a little bit of force.

All eyes turned to me. Okay, maybe a lot of force.

"Sorry," I mumbled with a smile and my husband shook his head while the guy in the driver's seat snorted lowly but I still heard it.

I swear, that guy hates me. Really really hates me.

"Home or Office sir?"

"Home."

I pursed my lips dropping the red book on my lap. I turned my head outside to see the scenery while we passed and my finger played with the ring still in my hand.

I'm going away. Away to another life. With a man, I don't know. A man who is my husband. Funny, a man who is your husband is someone you were supposed to know, right? Not my case.

"Is that the ring your fiance gave you?" I heard suddenly and my hand and body froze.

Why this happens every time he opens his mouth is a mystery to me. Really. I slowly turned my neck to him meeting with his tight jaw.

His eyes were fixed on the ring that I feared they would burn a hole in the ring. I gulped before I nodded my head in response.

"Let me look at that." He mumbled grabbing my left hand easily. He slid the ring out without another second wasted.

His lips twisted in disapproval? Or disappointment?

"What's wrong?" I managed to ask while biting the inner skin of my mouth. Shut your mouth for once!

"He couldn't even get you the real thing. I thought his family was wealthy?" He asked turning to me.

My eyes looked at the ring in his hand before I nodded my head looking at his face.

"Yes. According to what I heard, his family is wealthy."

He scoffed at my words and I blinked looking down at my hand.

"Should I throw it away or you'll do it?" He asked

"Don't throw it away!" I yelled in return and he tilted his head at me.

"Why not? Don't tell me... Don't tell me you've fallen for him?"

"W-what?! Of course not. That's absurd. I don't know anything about him!" I stuttered my heart slamming against my ribcage that I feared it would jump out of my chest.

"Then why is your heart beating erratically and your face beet red?" He asked.

I didn't reply to him and only transferred my gaze to the ring still in his hand.

"Fool." He muttered.

"Let's go back to the Hotel. We're taking her back home."

"Sir?"

"Have you gone deaf?"

"I'm sorry sir."

The car turned around before I knew he wasn't joking. My eyes widened in return... I didn't even like Felix!

"I can't get have a wife that's still hung up on her ex-fiance. You can as well go to him and ask for help." He said to me before he slammed the ring into my hand.

"No... Please... I beg of you. Please, help me." I begged

His head turned to me slightly.

"I thought you were just saying, fifteen minutes, ago that you didn't want to get revenge on your family?"

"I-"

Do I want to get revenge for how they treated me all these years? Yes, I do. Oh, so badly.

But do I have the guts and courage to take revenge on them? No, I don't.

"Exactly. It's more like I'm forcing you to do this. Go back home, Avery. When you're ready to let go of your past relationships and face reality, you can call me again by then." He mumbled.

Immediately, the car skidded to a halt and my side of the door opened slightly. All I needed to do was push it and get out of the car.

Goodbye to my revenge.

"Go home." He repeated in a hardened voice.

I didn't need to be told twice as I opened the door and slipped out of the car. I closed it behind me, softer, this time around and immediately like before...

I turned around to look up at the RV logo sitting elegantly on top of the hotel. Well, home sweet home.