Princess's Wanna Be

Hi! I am Chelsea Issland.

Today I woke up without an alarm. And you know on a day like this, luck usually follows.

That morning, I split my chopstick evenly. I also got a taxi in one call. Moreover, I just got a call from the hotel manager that my wedding hall for today is getting a discount. I'm on strike today! Yahoo! So I hurry on to tell my fiancé, Jeffrey, the good news.

Is this my wedding gift from God because I have lived diligently all this time? Hohoho, I'm thrilled. I've never felt this lucky in my entire life.

***

But she didn't think it would lead to her trauma.

There, in that office's room she often visits, she saw a man and a woman. The woman with brunette-haired lying obliquely on the wide desk with legs wide open and moaning in deep-seated pleasure. And the man with glasses stood in between her legs. Inserting his all inside her.

The woman had her arms twirled around his neck. And her lips pressed on his collar. The woman saw her and smirked.

In Chelsea's eyes, Jeffrey seemed willing to enjoy the woman's caress.

"Mhm, Jeff, it's your wedding today,"

“Enjoy our time. Don't be bothered by that horrible ritual, ha!” Jeffrey moans loudly.

“Hehe, how can you call it a horrible rite? It's your and my sister's wedding,"

"Shh, baby. Focus your lips only on my body.” Jeffrey let out a grumbling moan while ramming his thick deep inside her.

Chelsea gasping for air. Her petite body shuddered at the very sight. When Chelsea walked downstairs, her mind was wrought with pain and headache, and dizziness. Her whole world crumbling down instantly. She wanted to let out all her pain, but the tears didn't even fall.

Her eyes were as dry as a desert.

'Huk! Huk!' she felt like throwing up.

Never once had she thought that her fiance would sleep with her sister, Halsey, on their wedding day!

'It's okay. A princess never backs down. A princess must be brave!’ She recited those words all the way back to the hotel like a spell.

She wore a white off-shoulders style wedding dress with a mermaid look that accentuated her curves. This is her dream wedding dress since childhood, and she will wear it today no matter what.

“Will you, Chelsea Issland, have this man, Jeffrey Blezenskiy to be your husband, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"

Chelsea sigh. ‘I looked pretty wearing this wedding dress. It's a pity that I have to take it off soon,' Chelsea turned to Jeffrey, her fiance, who looked dazzling wearing that black tuxedo she chose.

"No. I don't want to," Chelsea's answer surprised all present.

Jeffrey turned his head sharply. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, sweetie? Don't joke around,"

The officiant clears his throat, "I repeat, will you, Chelsea Iss-"

“NO! I don't want to! I am not going to marry him today, tomorrow, or forever!”

“Sweety, what's wrong with you? Did I make mistakes again? I am so sorry, I've been busy. Don't do this, there are so many people around, hm? There are your parents and mine, what are you doing?”

"I don't want you anymore, Mr. Blezenskiy."

"But you said I was your prince," Jeffrey clings spoiled to her. He knows his weapons well. Chelsea is weak with the cuteness he showed. But not this time. “Now, a prince not even on my list!” Chelsea slap Jeffrey's hand. Then take the microphone away from the officiant. “Everyone! I am sorry but, this wedding is off!”

People buzzed. "How can she be so irresponsible? Ugh, it's wasting time."

“See? The eldest daughter of the Issland family is an unrealistic woman. How could she annul their marriage to the heir of Blezenskiy Corporate? ckck,"

Chelsea walked through the crowd who were talking shit about her. She had heard those lines so many times that she was no longer hurt. Before she reached the door, a woman's voice halted her steps.

“Everyone! Today's wedding will continue with me as the bride!" Halsey's voice rang loudly, her cunning smile disgust Chelsea.

"What the hell, Chelsea? Halsey?" their parents looked bewilderment.

But that was none of Chelsea's business anymore when she came out of the hall.

Chelsea had sipped half a bottle of champagne alone still wearing her wedding dress. This is the first time she has ever drunk alcohol. She put off drinking alcohol until she met her prince. She always imagined the day when she could enjoy champagne with him as she didn't want to get drunk in front of other men.

But that day, she had broken many of her 'princess codes' that she had followed for 22 years.

'I shouldn't drink alcohol. Alcohol is bad! But my heart feels 'wush', hehehe. And now, I have to call a night escort first. Ugh, do you think I can't open my legs, huh, Jeffrey?! I can! You should be patient waiting for our marriage, then I will be completely yours. But why? Why, Halsey?” Chelsea was crying.

It took a long time for the tears that carried all her misfortune to roll down her cheeks. "Hng. I… really love him, though. I love you,"

Her phone vibrated, 'Oh! So you've already come, my man? Alright, I'll be right there, hueheheheh,'

Chelsea weeps then laughs, then weeps again in her entire way to her hotel room - the room she was supposed to be sleeping in with Jeffrey.

She entered a dark room. There was a large man in front of her, wearing a white bathrobe. “Who… are you?”

“I was the one who hires you, honey. Hehe, you look delicious. Rawr!”

“What the!”

Chelsea jumped onto the man's body. She had her arms twirl around his neck like a coiled snake. And her legs wide open then twirl around his body. Slowly, she rubbed her body against the man's lower body. 'Even a virgin can have sex like Halsey too, Jeffrey!'

Her lips pressed on the man's lips messily. The man frown. “What are you trying to do?”

“It's written in your service's info, so please put yours inside. At least, you can do that for the runaway bride, don't you?"

"What-" he had not had time to rebuke, his lips had been devoured by the woman. Her tongue ravaged into his mouth. Her kisses and caresses are amateur, it makes the man chuckle.

Both fell onto the bed. And that's how they spent a night together.

***

When morning came, the man saw five bills of 50 dollars on him. With a letter, 'Thank you for your service,'

"Hah! How dare she run away!” his lips twitch in annoyance, then he raked his finger through his dark brown hair.

Liam Shax makes one phone call to his secretary, Matthew, “Find that girl right now! Bring her to me!”

It didn't take long for Matthew to announce that they had found the woman. "But sir, we can't take her. The situation is a bit…” Matthew's speech trailed off.

"Tell me where?" Liam took his car keys and quickly drive down the street. "Just watch, I'll catch you, little bird."

If this is a jungle, then Liam Shax is an alpha predator who never misses his prey. But last night's incident was an exception.

A woman who had been moaning under him all night is now on the edge of the bridge. She was still wearing her wedding dress that was swaying by the wind.

“Looks like she's about to jump, sir. Please rest assure. We will take care of the woman's corpse so no one recognizes her,"

"What did you say?" Liam snarl at Matthew who was confused by his boss's strange attitude.

“Don't… you want… to get rid of her?”

"Shit. Move!”

Liam approaches Chelsea. He drew closer until he heard the girl's mumble.

"I shouldn't be drunk. Getting drunk is a bad deed. I shouldn't have raped him, I'm such a scum. I'm really trash."

'Rape? Does she think she raped me?! Liam Shax?! Me?!’ Liam gritted his teeth ferociously.

“I can no longer live with this sin. Oh my god, I'm sure there's no mercy for me. I have raped a man. Gosh, hng, I have no purpose in life anymore."

"I'll give you a purpose! So come down first,” as Liam's voices reach her ears, she turned around.

"O-oh, you are the one I raped. You're going to throw me in jail, aren't you? I'm sorry, but I'd rather die,"

"Erm, sir? You got raped?” Matthew looks bewildered.

"You! Don't talk about rape anymore. Just come down!"

Chelsea sniffled. "What purpose?"

“You can bear my child!”

“… ... euw,” –splash!

"Did she just say 'euw' before jumping?"

"Yes, sir. SIR?!”

Liam jumps to the river.