Isaac
"I can't wait, love. Today you will become mine in every way." I say. My head leaned back on the head of the chair.
I can't wait to finally make her my wife in front of the whole world. And finally I can fuck her. I don't know how much I had to control myself. She fucking has no idea.
"Did you call me to tell me this?" I laugh.
She really hasn't changed all these years. She is still the same but she doesn't hate me that much. And she even calls me to eat and she sometimes dresses up for me. That's progress. And she doesn't complain about being in my office anymore. And my mansion kind of became her second home with the way she lives in it.
"Uh-Ha."
She groans from the other side. "From your persistent calls I had to be so embarrassed in front of those ladies. I am hanging up." She spats.
I want to bite her lips hard for talking like that but just like every time I take it as a joke.
"What did I do?" I asked innocently. "Since my wife didn't think of calling me even once I had to call her."
She never called me once in those years. On other thought I never gave her a chance to call me, since I always blow up her phone with my calls and messages.
We have come closer. I couldn't feel any romantic emotions from her towards me. She took my advances positively but that was all because it was new to her. But one thing has changed and that is I have successfully become a part of her day to day life. She tells me each and every thing.
And she never tried to break this marriage and after a year I realised that she has accepted me and this marriage.
"Do you even know what I am enduring right now?"
"No." I say the obvious.
"They are fucking srcubbing my skin raw….agh why am I even telling you? Bye." With that she ends the call. And in anger I threw the paper weight.
Fuck.
I try to control my anger. I am going to get all my anger out in fucking her.
"Couldn't keep that anger of yours inside at bay today also, son." I look in front to see dad stepping in. I scowl.
"What do you need?" I bark. He makes himself comfortable on the seat.
His and my relationship has turned sour since the day I changed the bride.
He wanted Emily as my wife not because she was chosen by grandfather but because she was a perfect woman to become Rodriguez.
"I wanted to check how you are doing?"
"Now that you have seen leave." I mutter.
"Tell me something, do you really love her?" I eye him, suspiciously.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just asking. Stop giving me those looks." He says.
"I do love her." I answered truthfully. I love her so much that her unmannered behaviour which I used to hate makes me laugh now.
He nods his head in understanding.
"Do you really think she will be able to handle everything that comes with our names? Because since your engagement I haven't seen you teaching her anything about how one should act, how one should dress up and all that shit..." My hold on the chair tightens. "How do you think she will cope with everything? Get your act together. Stop getting fascinated about her and come to reality. I know you like her acts but that doesn't mean….."
"Why don't you leave that up to me?..." I cut him off. "She is my wife, my responsibility. You don't have to concern yourself." I bellow.
"It doesn't concern me?" He asked rhetorically. "Her actions will have a direct effect on our reputation, don't you understand that. Public knows that she is going to be part of Rodriguez but she still roams in that attire of hers. I don't know if..."
"Dad SHE. IS. MY. WIFE. I will decide what is good for her and what is not, what she is supposed to do. Now can you leave?" I say.
I know that Roxanne's every action already has established a question mark on our family. But I like how she is, I like how she dresses up, I like her actions, I like her each and everything.
"You are just fascinated about her living, Isaac. And when your fascination will evaporate in thin air, till then our reputation will be ruined. Why don't you…." I signed, irritated by his constant nagging.
"Do you think I will let anything happen to our reputation?" I asked cutting him off.
"In the past I would have said yes without hesitation but now…." He eyes me up and down. "I am unsure."
I roll my eyes. "Dad, you know for me reputation is important. As you said, yes I like her actions, but that doesn't mean I will let that destroy our reputation. Let us first get married, then she will learn everything."
He smirks. He gets on his feet and flanks away the invinsible dust. "I will leave. Get ready. We are leaving in the next few hours."
I let my head fall on the headrest of the chair as dad leaves.
I can't wait to make her mine.
I get on my feet and amble towards my room. I take a quick shower and get ready in a black tuxedo. I slick my hair back.
I grab my phone to call Roxanne. But decide against it.
I leave the mansion and get inside the limousine. It starts wheeling towards my maternal grandmother's house, since the wedding will take place there.
A restlessness settles in me in the middle of the road. I look down at my phone with uneasiness.
"Fuck it." I grab my phone and call Roxanne. She doesn't pick up. I called again but it went straight to voicemail.
Why the fuck is she not picking my call?
I start hitting the foot of the seat in front of me in frustration. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Why the fuck is she not picking up? I had told her in the past that if she is too busy to take my call, she should at least message me back.
Calm down, Isaac. Today she is busy.
I tried to calm myself down but I couldn't stop being paranoid. Uneasiness and restlessness kept growing.
I called her again. I took a breath of relief when she picked up the call and I couldn't control myself as I barked. "Why the fuck were you not picking up the call?"
There is silence. It was so silent that I could hear my heart thudding loudly in my ears.
"I….I was getting ready. Y-you know these gi-girls. They want ev-everything to be per-perfect. Th-they didn't al-allowed me to receive the call." Why is she shuttering?
"Why are you shuttering?" I asked. The way I shouted at her as soon as she picked the call, she should have shouted some curse at me but no. She is shuttering instead of retorting back.
Something is fishy.
"I am not shuttering." She answers instantly. I scowl. "I am hanging up. They are still not done with the makeup." With that she again ends the call.
I look at the phone. Something is wrong. I am definitely sure something is wrong.
Without thinking twice I called John. He picks up in the first ring.
"I want two ladies in Roxanne's car. Tell them to keep an eye on her. And you also keep an eye on her car." I ordered.
"Yes sir. I have connected the GPS of the car with mine. I will make sure that the car moves in the right direction." I ended the call.
I hope this feeling is just me being paranoid. I hope that she was just stuttering because of the nervousness of marriage.
"Sir we are here." The driver says through the divider. I get out. I smile when I see my grandmother. I take her in a tight hug.
"My son is happy today, huh?" I part myself from her and give her a huge smile.
"Very." I answered. We move in. I could see the preparations were done. I talked to my grandmother some more. At that time she tried to say how I can still back out from marrying Roxanne.
But she doesn't know no one can back out from this marriage. I made it public immediately after engagement so that her avoiding this marriage gets minimised.
Because of the public announcement she was not able to go everywhere freely. She was angry at me for that but she took it calmly.
The wedding time came and I controlled myself from calling Roxanne. Instead I called John. He said that everything is okay. With a calm mind I stood on the altar for the marriage.
My best man was my uncle and a few of his friends. I could see him signing in irritation.
"Stop signing at least not in my wedding." I remarked.
"I am fucking tired of standing here. Fuck, why am I your uncle?" He grumbles. I rolled my eyes.
"Next marriage will be yours." I remarked. He groans more loudly. He is more laid back in public than Roxanne.
"I don't fucking care." He grumbles.
Grandmother fixed this marriage thinking that the sophisticated Emily will fix unrefined Uncle Ragnor.
Time went by. The uneasiness and restlessness settled in me. When the supposed time of entry of the bride was gone I became angry. The only thing I could think of was betrayal. And she doesn't know I hate betrayals. I fucking hate it from the core of my heart.
I looked at Carla standing at the end of the altar busy on the call. She got the message and mumbled that she was looking into it. Since she was the one who looked after the arrangement she knows about the timings and shit.
I looked at dad to find him trudging inside the mansion. I looked at all the influential people and gave them a huge smile.
Grandmother also trudges in, behind dad. I clench my fist.
You better have not done something wrong Roxanne. You better. If you have, you are done for. You will regret running away. You will curse yourself from running away from me.
Carla steps up the altar. I lean down slightly to get my ears at her level.
"We can't find her, boss…." I clench my fist. "Ma'am wanted something so guards had stopped the car in the middle, but when they came back she was not in the car."
You are done, Roxanne.
I look at Carla she flinches as terror sinks in her.
"Then fucking find her. Where can she even go in that attire? Do whatever you can, but get Roxanne here in the next few hours." I bark, lowly.
I look down. My hands clenching and unclenching.
How could I be that stupid? I fucking believed her. I fucking thought she has accepted me. How could I be so fucking dumb.
"Now I don't have to stand here." I look back at my uncle as he whistles. I want to strangle him to death.
Fucking bastard.
"Take care of the situation." I spat to Carla as I stepped down from the altar, uncle strolling behind me, leisurely.
I hear Carla say to the audience. "Our very important guests still have not arrived so we have to delay the marriage. Sorry for the disturbance. You can..."
As soon as I am in the mansion I grab the closest vase and throw it. I start throwing random things while growling in anger.
I want to kill her. I want to fucking kill her.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I growl.
"Son." I look up through my bloodshot eyes. Grandmother standing with the same anger.
"She fucking ran away, grandmother." I growl, wanting to get confirmation. I repeated it as I kept throwing things. I fall on my knees.
"I fucking believed her and she betrayed me." I shout.
I grab my phone from my pocket and call John. I get on my feet as I start walking back and forth. The shattered pieces, getting crumbled under my shoes.
"What the fuck were you doing when this happened?" I barked as soon as he picked it up. My hands massaging my forehead.
"I-I don't know how I made that mistake, sir."
"You will be punished for that, but for now I want you to create a car accident. I want those guards in that car. They should be severely injured." I ended the call.
"I already knew something like this would happen. That's why I was warning you about this girl. If you had taught….."
"Not now, dad. Not FUCKING NOW." I growl, cutting him off. He sighs loudly.
"You, shutting me off will not…."
"I said NOT. FUCKING. NOW." I look at him and give him my deadliest glare.
"Don't pester him, Alexander." Grandmother says to dad. I start pacing.
I will destroy her and her family. Emily will be a start. I will make Roxanne yearning to be killed.
"What are you going to do now? What will we say to everyone" I look at dad.
"I want you to find Roxanne." I ordered him. "I will handle everything. Our name will not be stained because of her stupid act." I straighten my tuxedo and my hair and look at Grandmother.
"Do I look presentable?" I asked. She nods her head. I pivot and my eyes clash with my uncle's grey ones.
Him sitting weirdly on the armchair with an apple in his hand. A smirk plastered on his face.
I stepped out. I trudge towards the altar and ascend the steps of altar, everyone's eyes on me.
I face everyone. All the influential people look at me and I start saying with a sad face. "An accident has happened. My wife has been severely injured so the marriage will be postponed."
Various gasps are heard from the crowd as everyone comments something or the other saying that everything will be okay.
I get inside the mansion. The Miller family, just hot on my tail. I turn towards them.
"What happened to Roxanne? Is she okay?" Mr Miller asked, worried.
I eye each and everyone of them. Through their faces I can tell they are clueless except Emily. She was aware. I can say that through her poker face.
She makes a poker face when she wants to hide something.
"You all are done for." I grit out and without saying anything I leave for my mansion.