All Chapters of METANOIA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

CHAPTER 11I groaned loudly as I entered into my room, slamming the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and then sat on the bed, my legs apart and my head in between my palms. I should not have done that. I should not have said that to him. I can't believe I said that! It has been seven years since mom died. I was eighteen when she died, it was a rough time for our family and those close to us. Mom had a stalker apparently, but she didn't think it was necessary to tell dad until it got serious. She got abducted and eventually killed. Dad was with her when she died, said he saw her take her last breath and it has haunted him ever since. That's when his overprotectiveness over me started.Me saying what I said, will break his heart. He would be thinking about her death right now and the guilt would be eating him up from inside. My parents loved one another, it was obvious to everyone around us and even our closet family. It was an arranged marriage like father is planning for me and I

Father hired a woman to set the table while our chef prepared the meal for the dinner that is holding today. Father decided it was better to have the dinner outside, in the garden. Everyone was in their respective rooms getting ready while my playlist sounds in the background as I get ready. After curling my hair, I start to apply my makeup. I quickly check the time from my phone and notice that I have less than thirty minutes before the Volkov's arrive. After my makeup was done, I quickly walked into my walk in closet and brought out the dress Alexander sent to me. It was a dark red halter neck, floor length dress. To be honest, the dress is really beautiful, I am surprised someone like him was able to pick something like this. I stepped into the dress, zipped up myself and then wore my heels. I glanced at myself in the mirror before I made my way outside. I opened the doors that led into the garden and the chilled air, beat against my skin, making goosebumps to rise. My dad and G

It was a saturday and I was sitting in my apartment with Jessie, both of us, a glass of champagne in hand, as we scrolled through the internet looking for ideas for the wedding. She and her fiancee decided to get married in two months time, and she has not even found a dress. "Do you think we would still be able to get to the dress shop in time?" she asks as she glances at the clock on the wall. "If we want to make it and have enough time to go through lots of dresses we should definitely leave now." I advised, picking up my car keys. She stood up from the stool opposite the counter and we both made our way outside. I get into my car and she gets into hers, since we would be getting dinner together and would both split up. The drive to the dress shop took about twenty five minutes from my apartment.Belle bridal. The name of the shop was written on top of the shop in pink. We both got down from our vehicles and made our way to the front door of the shop. As we were about to open th