Cecilia was celebrating her bacheolerette party with her friends. " hey cici you have to try vodka before leaving its your party you cant stay sober" says a Slender women with blonde hair. " sorry becca I have to leave future hubby calling at Garison clubhouse". cecilia replies while grabbing her bag and rushing towards her destination. Jack southall is the Childhood lover of Ceclia white. They both are finally getting married tomorrow evening. Perfect marriage has been dream for Cecelia which was about to come true.
"Room 56" Cecilia mutters to herself as she looks at the number plaque on the door of the private room. It was the same room number where her beloved jack asked her to meet. Without any further a due she barged into room. When the door swung open under her hand, she was greeted by the darkness within except for the little light coming from her phone. Suddenly, a strong hand clasped around her wrist and dragged her into the dark room, followed by a loud thud as the door slammed shut. Through that little light, although she couldnt see his face still Cecilia could tell that its not Jack. Jack was slim with black hair avg 5'11ft height, but this guy he had brown hair and well built muscular tall height 6'2ft. "hh.. Hey who are you and what do you want?" Cecelia asks as she tries to find her voice, her eyes darting around wildely as she make out her surroundings.
"Settle down, and I'll treat you well." A man's deep and husky voice spoke close to her ear. The next second Ceclia was unceremoniously tossed around the bed, and before she coild scrambble to her feet a strong body pinned her down. She let out a muffled cry when a pair of lips that tasted like mint captured hers.
The man on top was burning hot when touched. A sense of hopelessness and fear brought tears to her eyes as she struggles to get out of the mans hold. " Please stop it Im about to get married dont ruin it" cecelia shrieks as she tries to reason with the guy in middle of her muffled cries.
An hour later, Cecelia staggers out of the room in a dishveled appearance, looking around for any sign of Jack but to no avail. She has no clue how she reached back home.
As she enters her room she was shocked to see her fiance Jack passionately making out with her step sister Diana. " Stop right there Diana and Jack" she called out over the distance as her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
Upon hearing this, Jack and Diana swiveled around to face her. Cecelia glowered at them, ashen-faced as she demanded of Jack, "Why would you cheat on me, that too with my cousin?? We are supposed to get married"!. Jack smirked. "It's not my fault that you're always so gullible, Anastasia. I only agreed to marry you for your fathers money".
"Did you have a good time with that gigolo back there?" Diana asked in a sing-song voice, smiling wickedly.
It was only then that Cecelia realized that both of them had set her up. The chastity she had held dear for the past twenty years was now sacrificed for their despicable glee.
Presently, Jack eyes were frosty as he seethed, "Did you actually think I loved you Cecelia?? I was living in your shadows with no respect at all, I want nothing more then to ruin you!". Diana, on the other hand, swiftly interjected by mocking, "I have the proof I need to show Dad that you've been pimping yourself for money at the club. It won't be long until you're thrown out of the house!" You two—" Ceclia was so furious that she swayed. Her body was in tatters after the ordeal she had been through, and the collective weight of her fiance betrayal and her sister's cruelty nearly knocked her down.
"Let's go, Jack! We don't want to be seen with trash, do we?" With her arm looped through Jacks, Diana led him towards the sports car parked outside.
A few hours later, at Whites residence a low male voice yelled out in rage. " You became an escort for money??? How can I Francis White have such a unscrupulous and thick skinned daughter like you!"
" Dad I didn't do It. I -"
"You didn't? But you did, Cecelia! How could you go to such shameless lengths? Did we starve you, or did we deprive you of anything? I can't believe you would pimp yourself to random strangers in a filthy clubhouse hrs before your wedding! How can we show face to outsiders after this. For your sake, I hope you haven't brought any disease back to this house. Who knows what my daughter and I could have caught from you," the woman who was dressed in jewels and fine clothes sneered from where she sat on the couch.
However, Francis did not want to hear another word from her. He glowered at her maliciously as he snapped, "Still lying to me, I see. Get out of this home right now! I will not stand to have you under my roof. No daughter of mine could be so shameless. From now on, you are not my child!"
Meanwhile, on the staircase landing, Diana watched this scene play out as she leaned against the banister with her chin propped on her hand. Everything was going exactly the way she had planned. In a matter of minutes, Cecelia was going to be cast out of the house and wander around like some pathetic stray mutt, and she will take her place. Dad used to think of Cecelia as perfect child and was too biased, now with Cecelia gone everything belongs to her.
Downstairs in the living room, Cecelia fell silent when she saw the thunderous and disappointed look on her father's face. She wordlessly rose from her seat and walked up the stairs to pack up her things.
Having packed up her things, Cecelia grabbed her passport and went downstairs. Her heart grew stone-cold when she saw how her own father was holding Diana in his arms like she was something precious. Cecelia knew then that she indeed had no place in his heart. Francis had only heard Diana side of the story instead of asking Cecelia about the horrific incident she had endured last night.
Ever since her mother had passed, she had spent her years in this home living like an outsider, for her father had brought home his mistress and his illegitimate daughter to form a new family. Cecelia poor mother had never known about her husband's extra-marital affairs, not even in her death.
I will never come back to this place ever again.
Inside the house, Diana watched as Cecelia dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips. I finally got rid of that useless eyesore!