Chapter 9. Be a Wife
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ROSIE POV
I woke up to the noise outside. What is going on? What was that commotion? Without thinking, I got up and walked to the door.
I turned the doorknob but, it wouldn't open at all. It's like it's locked, but I didn't lock it last night because I overslept. Then, who locked this damn door?
"Tch!"
Of course my mind was on someone else, but that sentimental bad guy. Charles was too complex to understand his thoughts, like an endless maze. The more you go in instead of getting closer to the exit, the more trapped you become.
Krup!
Of course that's the sound of my stomach rumbling with hunger. I returned the basket and sat staring at the door. Since being kidnapped by that man, I feel like I'm weak and all I do is cry even though I could have rebelled even more extreme. What's the matter with you Rosie? Why did you become weak?
Oh and now my mind is drifting I miss the sound of knocking on David's door even though I hate the way he wakes me but it's better than being here with a split personality.
cluck!
Open door. And Charles is now looking at me intently with his mysterious smile. There's something strange about the man now, he's really smiling.
"Why did you lock me up?" I asked.
Charles came in and closed my only exit. He walked closer to me and sat next to me.
"Your bed is very comfortable isn't it? Moreover, you have it yourself," he said which made me feel bad.
Charles smiled, was he happy?
His hand flew to my forehead. "Don't frown, it will make you wrinkle quickly."
I shook his hand which was still lodged in my head. And well! I told you before, he's a man with multiple personalities because now he has an angry face when he was smiling before.
Charles looked at his hands which were reddened by the slap from me and then he looked at me. His gaze has now changed to normal, no longer emitting an aura of anger but smiling again.
"Rosie, yesterday I told you not, if this is the last day you rebel against me. And this is the last time," he said suddenly.
I leaned back against the bedpost, I felt something wrong was going to happen.
Charles came closer and pulled my chin toward him. "Prepare yourself dear," he explained ambiguously.
Charles then left me, but after that some women came into my room with wedding clothes and other things. Don't tell me I'm getting married?!
"What do you want to do?!" I asked them even though the answer was already in my head.
"Do you think?" replied one of them.
They pulled me into the dressing room and told me to put on the dress. A very very beautiful dress if only I married with love. If it's now, I feel as if I'm wearing a chain shirt that holds me tightly.
My face is so polished that when I look in the mirror, I feel different. My hair is beautifully braided which is wrapped around my head it's hard to even describe.
"Done. You are very beautiful, miss," said the woman who was smoothing my lipstick.
Honestly, I was stunned to see myself wrapped in this beautiful wedding dress. However, I was self-conscious enough not to be happy wearing this dress. Will David come at my wedding?
Knock! knock!
Someone came in after knocking on the door, from the look in his eyes he ordered the women out. I looked at him from the reflection of my decorative mirror. The tuxedo he wore was beautifully wrapped around his body, I never imagined that my wedding would be like this, a handsome prince, a beautiful dress and an overflowing sense of happiness.
"I thought you'd be beautiful in that dress, Rosie," he complimented which I rolled my eyes at.
I averted my eyes from the mirror, not wanting to see it. "After k********g, now forced marriage, tsk!" my sarcasm.
Charles approached and sat on this dressing table while looking at me appraising. His psycho face makes me want to scratch him. How can this man be my husband?
"Stop staring at me!"
"Why? You're beautiful enough to stare at, Rosie." His hand gripped my chin but not too hard. "This is what I wanted from the moment we met, unfortunately it has to take a long time," he continued.
I let go of his hand and stood away towards the bedroom door, who knows there is a gap that allows me to escape.
"Don't think you can run away Rosie because your brother life is in the hands of your future husband," his words made me freeze, my hands squeezed tightly on this dress.
Damn it! He took David as his prisoner.
I turned to look at him who was now also looking at me. His face was full of arrogance, which made me hate him even more.
"Well, I didn't know you were this cowardly, threatening a weak woman like me by taking my brother as a prisoner."
Charles laughed. "You're so cute Rosie, I want to kiss you."
I'm back from where I started. Charles was getting scary. Just watch out if he touches me.
"Rosie, can we not fight just once so we can really enjoy our happy day?"
I snorted. "Tch! Us? There's no us, charles. It's just you and me."
Charles shook his head. "Don't be selfish, Rosie," Charles hissed.
I looked at him in disbelief, didn't he know who was really selfish here. I folded my arms across my chest. This is driving me crazy.
"Should I realize to you who is the real egotist here Charles?"
Charles chuckled. He then walked over to me and grabbed my shoulder. "Let's go out now my wife, your guests and your brother are waiting," he whispered which stunned me.
He pulled me out of the room and then I saw the beautiful glow of the beautiful twinkling lights. Until I focused my gaze downstairs where David looked skinny there looking at me with his helpless gaze.
"Come on baby, the wedding is about to start," Charles said and pulled me back and we started this crazy wedding. One thing that is on my mind right now, can I get away from this man beside me?
•••
This damn wedding is over and I'm just sitting on my throne watching Charles greet the guests.
Suddenly David was in front of me with a weak look that I had never once seen.
"How's Rose?" asked David who made me run to hug him, holding back the tears that were trying to escape my eyes. David hugged me back, I felt the same longing as I did when David kissed the top of my head.
I wiped my tears with his shirt. "I don't want to be his wife, David," I said in a voice I hushed in his chest.
David stroked my hair, his arms getting tighter. "I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry," she whispered.
I felt water running down my forehead, it was David's tears. Oh David, just try I don't help that woman for sure we won't end up like this.
I buried my face in his chest which was getting louder and louder. I don't want nobody all I need is this damn David!
David whispered soothing words then he whispered something that made me look at him doubtfully.
"What if you get hurt Dave? I don't want that!" I was angry but David covered my mouth with his index finger.
"Later dear, I will make sure nothing will happen to us and we will be like before again, back together. Happy," said David which I nodded back then hugged him again.
"Stop hugging my wife, Damn it!"
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