บท 2: 2: Unholy Matrimony

Why is he here, where is little man? what's going on.

I suddenly felt like a thousand hands were pressing down on my windpipe making it hard to breathe.

Breathe Glamour, breathe.

I kept chanting in my head till I was able to breathe again.

I can't believe my eyes, maybe I'm beginning to see things because I'm traumatized.

The man standing next to me was dressed in a wine-red tuxedo and is about 6ft2 tall I think because even with my hills he was still taller. He stood just a few meters away, staring at the priest with a straight face. I could only see the side of his face, but I knew who he was.

And now I'm even more confused than I previously was.

I didn't sign a contract to be married to this guy, so how comes he's the one standing next to me?

I think I'd rather marry little man than marry this man right here, I mean, he was the same guy eating out a certain blonde's face the day I signed away my future.

Plus I think it would be much easier to kill Mr. Little Man and save my life and that of my loved ones than kill this man right here.

So, my plan on kill the husband, be safe, and secure the lives of everyone I love, would have to wait.

My nightmare feels even more real and terrifying than it had been initially, and now, I fucking have no idea how I'm gonna maneuver this catastrophe.

I stood there, unable to comprehend what's going on around me, everything sounded so far away, I could hear my name been called by the priest but I wasn't listening to what he said afterward. But when I felt a pair of eyes boring holes into the side of my face, I snapped out of my zoned out state, and apparently, the priest was asking if I'll have this man here to be my husband.

"Do you 'Glamour Sherif' take 'Dharr Daniels' to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in holy matrimony, till death do you part?" He repeated, and I took a deep breath, this is it, I could either decide to say no and risk losing everyone I love, or I could just say yes right here and lose the power to decide what my future holds.

I weighed my options, not that I had much, and not that I could choose to say no either, so I decided to just say yes maybe, just maybe, someday I'll be able to get out of this mess.

"Yes, I do" I breathed barely audible, and the priest continued, he asked My supposed husband whose name I just found out at the altar the same question I was just asked, and he also said "Yes, I do " in a hoarse voice.

"I now pronounce you man and wife you may now kiss the bride."

Like hell would I kiss that damned lips, who knows how many lips he's kissed with that?

My thoughts were caught short though, when he grabbed my shoulders, turned me around gently, and kissed me. It was more like a peck on the lips, but how dare he do that without my consent, I could almost feel my blood boil over, and if not for the fact that I'm brown skin, I'm sure my face would be as red as a radish.

change of plans, I think I'm going to kill him tonight, it can't wait any longer.

Husband or not he was supposed to ask for permission before kissing me with those sinful lips of his.

My mom came up to me, cutting me off of my infuriated state, and hugged me while tears streamed down her face.

To others, it might seem like happy tears but I know it's far from that, even though she doesn't know the whole story she just didn't think it's right for me to marry someone she's never met, unknown to her that I also just met him.

But I can't tell her that, she'd be even more disrupted than she is right now and that would just keep tearing my heart into tinier pieces.

Maya came up next and hugged me while saying she's sorry but also not sorry because turns out my husband is the perfect definition of hot and handsome.

But I don't care, I don't think I can stand him, scratch that, I know I can't stand him. Maya is unaware of my plans to kill the husband and be free from his evil clutches, and I intend to keep it that way, no one needs to know of my plans.

After a lot of tears later from both me and my mom, me and my so-called husband set to leave together. One amazing thing about this whole thing is that this guy right here seems so unfazed by everything going on.

Before we left, he had held my mother's hands and promised to take care of me while giving her a reassuring smile, but the smile looked evil to me, you know that smile Chuckie has on before killing someone? Yeah, that's the kind of smile he had on.

His Chuckie-like smile didn't scare me though, because I kept a calm demeanor while reassuring myself that I'll be just fine. I remembered my shotgun, the one I had purchased in an underground store three days ago, and felt even calmer.

The gun was kept, tucked away in my box of clothes that I was going to take with me to the new house I'm going to stay in, not for long though.

I had told Maya to make sure she put the bag in our car trunk.

We were sitting in the back of a white Bentley Mulsanne and I stared outside the window, while Mr. Husband sits quietly beside me.

Never in my wildest imaginations, have I ever pictured the next face of my life to begin this way. Call me basic, but all I've ever dreamed of was falling in love with someone who sweeps me off of my feet, and riding in a white horse carriage, with 'just married ' boldly written on it, while wearing the most beautiful smile that's right from my heart. But that dream went down the drain the moment I went into that club and played that stupid game.

I have no inkling about where we are going to stay, I don't even know if we are leaving the country or not, but I was drawn out of my thoughts when our car stopped and Mr. Husband got out of the car I looked around and it seemed we were in a private part of an airport.

Even though I was staring outside the car window, my mind didn't register my surroundings till our car stopped.

I stepped out of the car reluctantly, I wanted to ask where we are going, but I didn't want to talk to Mr. Husband so when he left, I went to the car trunk pretending to grab my box, before asking our driver if he knew where we are going.

I didn't want him to suspect something was wrong so I told him Mr. Husband was trying to make it a surprise for me, but I'm too anxious to wait until we got there, to see where we are actually going to. But unfortunately, he also had no idea.

Husband went ahead into the private jet not even once glancing at me, he didn't seem to care if I followed behind or not.

"Jerk ass". I muttered under my breath before eventually following slowly behind him.

The interior of The jet was incredibly decorated in wine red, with the letters 'DD' written in white bold letters.

This looks like a customized private jet because before I got in, I saw the name 'Daniels Dharr' written on the body of the jet, which meant only one thing, Mr. Husband was stinkingly rich.

I went to seat in a seat that's the farthest from the one he's sitting on.

Rich or not I don't fucking care I'm not lacking in any way either. My parents own an engine oil-making company of their own, which my elder brother Hamdi was going to take over after finishing his degree in the next few weeks.

You're probably wondering where he was when all this was happening right, well he was studying for finals and dad insisted no one tells him about my shitty life turn.

My dad was not a part of all this shit, he had tried to stop me but I didn't have much of a choice and I couldn't tell him the whole story, no one except for Maya knew the whole story, and I intend to keep it that way. I had already told Maya to keep it a secret.

My dad didn't come to my wedding, because he was out of the country on a business trip. Unlike me and my mom, my dad and Hamdi were Muslims.

I've always wanted to become a Muslim like them but I didn't want to just become a Muslim, but to be a good Muslima. I kept on postponing when I'll do that and now see where I've landed all because I didn't become a Muslim as I had planned.

I knew if I had become one, I would have never gone to the club, and I wouldn't have met little man and most importantly, I wouldn't have played a stupid game that resulted in me espousing a total stranger.

I was so tired both physically and emotionally, I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was no longer in my seat on the plane but in an entirely different location.

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