It's the day of my wedding. I'm marrying the only son and the heir of Monteverde's. We're here in the church, and I'm standing in front of the priest, who's waiting for me to answer. I don't want to lie, but what can I do? I have nothing left except for that orphanage. Lorenzo Monteverde once said he would destroy everything that belongs to my mother and what she cherishes the most. I know this isn't right; marrying this man beside me, the so cold-hearted man who only gets what he wants, is so uneasy.

"Jasmine Khordova, do you accept Lorenzo Monteverde as your husband?" as I look at the priest who's asking me.

I couldn't say a word. All I could think about was the orphanage. If I refuse now, it will be the end of it. The orphanage that we've been trying to protect, and what will happen to the children who live in there and call it their home if I say no?

I suddenly look at him as my heart pounds. His cold attitude is making me shiver. With his aura, he is a man who looks respectful and elegant but has a devilish inside. His handsomeness makes women forget to respect themselves and leave them drooling, but that will never be me.

"I-I do," I stuttered while looking at him.

His slender eyes took a glance at me as I hurriedly turned my eyes to the priest. Those eyes, as if he wanted to eat me whole. I could see hatred and pain at the same time.

Not everyone knows why we're getting married. This is just a show as if we're a couple, but obviously we are not. He wanted this as revenge. He's blaming my mother, who just passed away three months ago. For him, it's my mother who pushed his beloved mother by killing herself. He believes that his father was having an affair with my mother, and that's the reason why his mother died, but I don't believe it. I know my mother would never do that. Hurting other people is not like her. Now she's gone, and with my looks that look like her, Lorenzo Monteverde could see right through me as if I'm the woman who causes his painful days, and for that, he wants to take my life as an exchange for his mother's death.

My mind went blank. I want this to end right now. I can feel my body shaking. Why he wanted to marry me? Why not just kill me now, and that's it? No more pretending. I would rather be that way than to make me his prey. What I'm worried about is that his revenge sure will be furious, and the orphanage will be involved again.

In a few moments, I didn't realize that we were being called a couple and we had to kiss. I don't want to face him, even though my feet are not willing to move. He gripped my arm with his cold attitude and forced me to face him. I tried to avoid it, but his hand is gripping me tightly. I slightly lift my head to see him. His tallness made me feel so small, and still I avoided seeing his eyes. He slowly brought his eyes closer to mine, and that's when our eyes met again. The way he looked at me brought me to fear.

"Are you ready?" a husky voice whispered. His tone feels like there's something on it that brings me to doubt. Is he trying to warn me? Is he making a move now? I hope not, not in front of these people.

Suddenly he picked me up and wrapped me in his arms and said, "I'll save that for our honeymoon," while smirking in front of me. Neither me; I don't want to pretend as if I wanted his kiss, not a chance. If I had to choose, I would give my first kiss to the person I love and not him.

He's carrying me and walking away from the people. I didn't get the chance to throw the flowers I was holding that were supposed to be thrown; I ended up dropping them. What would I expect? It's just a show anyway.

He brought me to his expensive car. He opened the back door seat and quickly threw me inside. I feel humiliated. He's not being gentle at all; he's quite monstrous towards me. He gets inside and sits beside me, then he signals the driver to go. The driver immediately followed him and started the car. I look at myself in the vent glass, and I feel sorry for myself. I married a man that I've never known and surely will destroy me little by little. My wedding dress was useless for such an event. This is not what I want it to be on my wedding day. I never thought this could be happening.

"Stop the car," he said to the driver. The car suddenly stopped, and the driver pulled the car aside. "Call the others and tell them to get you; I'll drive this car." Hurriedly, the driver went out and opened the door for him. The driver bowed his head when he saw him, and then the driver walked away. Before he went out, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car. He opened the front door and pushed me inside, then he sits in the driver seat.

"Put on your seat belt; this is going to be fun," a serious voice came out from him. Fun? His face is not showing it. He's going to kill me. I thought I could be ready for this, but why am I being scared now?

He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth, then he lit it up. I started putting on my seat belt, but at the same time he started the engine, so I hurriedly tucked it in. This man is so mean; he did it on purpose to scare me, and of course, I didn't make a sound. I just look at him with a fear on my face.

At first he's driving the car normally, but this smoke coming from his mouth is driving me insane. I coughed a bit. I keep on glancing at him. Letting him know that I couldn't take his smoke around me. He opened the side window slightly to let the smoke out. I thought he's considering me. But from the moment he opened the window, he suddenly drove intensely. My eyes suddenly widened, and I quickly held on tight to my seat belt.

"Hey, you're driving too fast." These words came out instantly. "Can you slow down?" hoping he would listen.

It looks like he's doing it on purpose to scare me, and his face has changed nothing, just like a stone.

"Are you the driver now? Do you know how to?" he asked me with his face unbothered.

I couldn't think properly; my heart is rising so rapidly that it's about to explode.

"NO?, I'll show you." He speeds up the car even more, and it's like there's no tomorrow for him, and with his actions, I could say he is a weirdo.

"Please, can you stop the car?" I begged him. He didn't listen to me; he continued to speed up until my eyes turned watery. I could feel tears dropping on my face. I'm scared; I'm not ready for this. I still want to live, but I guess this will be the end of my life and with the person who wanted to destroy me.