CHAPTER 5


    My eyes are red and puffy from crying. I''m dressed in a grey dress, ready to be sold off like a piece of


    furniture. My life had take a wicked turn in a split second. I walk to the balcony as soon as I hear a car


    arrive. I look down from the balcony. It had to be him, Carrington. As though he can feel my eyes on


    him, he looks up. Our eyes meet. I look away and retreat.


    **


    "I''m d you made the right decision." Judith says, barging into my room. I look at her, anger and pure


    disgust in my eyes.


    "Shall we? We mustn''t keep him waiting."


    "Where is my father? Does he know what you''ve done?"


    "Your husband to be is waiting, Princess."


    *


    As I arrive downstairs, the first person I see is a tall, well built man. He looked like he was in histe


    twenties. He had blue eyes, and was blonde, just like me. He has a nk expression on his face. He


    must be Carrington.


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    "Shall we?" The man apanying Carrington asks.


    "We shall." Judith responds, leading everyone into the study. I feel betrayed. I want to cry, but I control


    myself.


    "Going straight to the matter of the day, I''m of the opinion that both parties are aware and approve of


    this union?"


    Carrington nods. I can''t bring myself to respond. I''m shaking, and I can feel the tears spilling out of my


    eyes. Judith rushes to my side. "Say yes, what are you doing?" She chuckles, "She''s just nervous."


    "Yes." I finally respond.


    "Mr. Carrington, do you ept Ms. Richardson here, to be yourwfully wedded wife?" The man asks.


    "I do." He responds, and I look at him, annoyed. I look away. It was so easy for him, getting married to


    someone he barely knew.


    "Ms. Richardson, do you ept Mr. Carrington to be yourwfully wedded husband?"


    I don''t respond. I run my hand through my hair, frustrated.


    "Ms. Richardson?" Thewyer calls. I look at him. I turn to look at Judith, who''s ring angrily at me. I


    close my eyes, remembering Rocky''s touch, his lips on mine— how could I possibly betray him in such


    a huge manner? I think back to seeing my father, his pale eyes and facial expressions. He was really


    sick, and this was the only way out.


    "I thought you said she was ready, Mrs. Richardson?" I hear Carrington ask.


    "I do." I respond.


    "She is!" Judith answers.


    "Please, if both parties can sign this." Carrington signs. I sign.


    "With the power vested in me, by the state, I pronounce you husband and wife."


    ****


    "I have a meeting in two hours. It would be best if you take whatever you want to so that we may


    leave."


    I turn around, disgusted. "I refuse to go anywhere with a wicked man like you. You may leave if you


    wish." I say, as I walk off. He grabs my arm. He chuckles softly. "I beg your pardon? We are married,


    and I don''t intend on living apart from my wife. You are mine."


    "Let me go." I demand. "I am not yours. Do you think I''m a piece of furniture that you own? Have you


    no decency?"


    "You''re mine. I bought you, incase you were wondering."


    "I know. You left me no choice, you bastard!" I say, as I p him. He lets go of my arm. He touches his


    cheek as he looks at me.


    "Don''t let me punish your family for your misdeeds." He says, and his words send shivers down my


    spine. He continues, "Get your things, and let us leave."


    I pace around my room aimlessly. I couldn''t stop myself from crying. I was having a terrible headache


    already. I had been trying Rocky''s number but it wasn''t going through. I quickly send him a text, but he


    doesn''t reply either. "Why aren''t you with your phone?" I breakdown, my cries intensifying.


    "Mrs. Judith, where is your daughter? I live far from Croydon and it would take about two hours to get


    to my destination, so I must leave." I say to Mrs. Richardson, my mother-inw. Her boldness and


    shamelessness amazed me. She wasfortablly seared, on her third ss of wine. As I watched her,


    anger ran through my veins.


    "We still haven''t gotten full control of our money and businesses. Do you think you can outsmart me?"


    "One year. I have to be sure you and your daughter don''t try anything funny. After one year, you may


    get full control. Now, please, call your daughter."


    **


    Mrs. Richardson had gone to get her daughter, my wife and it''s been over an hour. I was already


    getting impatient. Could packing a few boxes take so long? As I''m about to get up, I see my wife and


    her mother descend from the stairs. Natalie was indeed, beautiful. The pictures I had of her did her


    beauty no justice. She had full lips, the perfect cheekbones and golden brown eyes. She wasn''t too tall,


    but not short. Our eyes meet. She looks away. I can see the disgust in her eyes and anger in them. Her


    eyes were sharp and if they were daggers, I''d probably be long dead.