MIRANDA'S POV
I was totally and completely lost for things to do.
The entire scenario was tough to assimilate as I wondered what I had gotten myself into.
It was not going to be smooth as the lady had clear disgust for me. It was bad enough that she had slapped me, but I found myself wondering why he had avoided the question of who she was to him exactly. I could tell from the look in his eyes when he did that how he really thought about giving me an answer right before he went on to talk about other things.
A wedding day they usually say was supposed to be something of a celebration of sorts. It was supposed to be with the persons you know who probably had family affiliations or friendship ties with you. I was about to be married over some debt to a total stranger who seemed hot to actually care about me. Not to say the least, but I was going to be married with absolute strangers present. This was actually slavery with a title attached to it and I felt really hurt by the feeling of it breathing down hard on my neck. I felt pain.
It was time to give up on resistance and just accept my fate. This was already happening and I could not escape it. There was no point avoiding or fighting it because I was already deep into this to be let alone. Instantly, I started regretting. This was all my mother's fault. From the very day she had introduced my stepfather to me, I never did approve of him but then she had to force me into accepting him as my dad. What kind of mother does that to her own daughter?
And now she decided to leave into the peaceful void. Abandoning me to his woes. I had always missed my mother over the want for her but right now I just wanted to blame her. I hoped she could see what I was going through right now and that she would never find a single shred of happiness over the bridge as she had caused it. Why leave everything in chaos and expect that I would pull or scale through. I had a dream and I had been this close to achieving that dream but here I was. By now, my plane would have already left for Paris while I remained here and seated alone in my misery. It really hurts badly but then I could not do anything about it. I was stuck with all of this and it seemed like it would be a long time.
He claimed he was doing me a favor but then, if I was going to play surrogate to him, why was it necessary to marry me? I could not be divorced at such a young age. How could he punish me so?
The more I thought about these things, the heavier my heart felt that I could not even help myself. I felt the need to unburden my very soul as I felt the tears forming like a rain cloud in my eyes. Suddenly, they started flowing freely and at this point, it was becoming uncontrollable. I shook all over me to an extent that I had begun sobbing violently. I clutched the gown I wore with my hands tightly until my claws dug into it and tore through. It is something about me whenever I get upset or angry, I feel myself slipping to wolf mode.
Perhaps, that is why I had been covering up my sadness all this while with smiles. Now that I had lost that will, I would let it all out.
I was still crying bitterly when the door opened and I looked up to see that lady enter. She had a heavy smirk on her face as she entered and I could perceive the scent of my so-called husband to be around her and I could say now for certain that they were definitely lovers. There was nothing else to explain what was behind their attitude, especially hers.
But why was he getting married to me if he had her with him? Why not get married to her and leave me the hell alone? Why mate out this punishment to me? It hurt really and even worse than the feeling of homelessness he had portrayed.
She was a really beautiful woman, and had the confidence of being his wife. Something was definitely wrong here but she had started walking towards where I remained seated as I turned my face away to wipe off the tears that were flowing freely right now.
"You're crying, that's good." She said cruelly.
"Would I have anyone from my side at all in my wedding?" I asked her.
"Seems like you're yet to understand the way things run around here. Darling, I ask the questions around here." She said to me,
"I'm sorry." I said to her,
"I'm sorry ma'am. Emphasis on the title, girl." She said to me,
"I'm sorry, ma'am." I said to her and she nodded with a smile on her lips.
"That's better. Now, just to be clear, you only owe Lambert an heir. Nothing else. No strings or emotions." She said to me,
"But..." I began and she raised a cruel eyebrow at me. "Yes, ma'am."
She clapped.
"Good. You seem to learn easily. That makes training you all the more better." She said to me arrogantly.
Train me? Was I some dog or something? The tears were threatening to flow as well as my wolf threatening to take over. I bit down hard on my lower lips to keep calm at this point.
"Now, where were we? Pass me the catalog." She said as she went over to sit down on one of the free chairs.
She had just technically passed the catalog. Why was she hellbent on making my misery so obvious? I however knew better at this point as I calmed myself down, felt my fingers retracting as I picked it up and went to give it to her. She refused to take it as she eyed me like she was expecting me to do something else.
"Huh?" I muttered.
"I thought it would be easy to train you, wench. When giving me anything, you should be on your knees." She said to me,
"Oh...on... my... knees." I repeated in a stutter.
"Yes. Your knees." She said to me,
I hesitated but then recalled that there was no point in fighting it. I went down on one knee and then the second before handing it to her. She smiled as she took it from me before setting it aside on the table. I might have gotten up but she suddenly grabbed me viciously by the chin. I felt her fingers hard on my chin as they dug into my flesh really bad. I did not fight her or resist as I reminded myself to stay calm. She was glaring at me and then her eyes switched to wolf's color as she looked threateningly at me. This time, I felt more pain on my chin as her claws now dug into my chin rather painfully to the extent I could perceive the blood dropping steadily from the open wound. I whimpered but tried to stay calm lest she pull away sharply and I would end up losing my lower jaw.
"Listen, girl. Hesitate like that next time and I swear I would make you pay for it. You hear me?" She asked me.
"Yes, ma'am." I muttered through pain.
"While you are here, I am your only friend and confidant. You are ever alone with me, you act as the slave that you are. Do you hear me?" She demanded angrily.
"Of course, ma'am." I said to her,
"Good. Outside, you are to act sweet like you got the world on your feet. Now, let's talk about bridal trains. We might be moving your wedding a lot closer than you think, so it will happen soon." She said as she retracted her claws.
I watched in both horror and disgust as she licked the blood technically off her fingers. She licked my blood and it sent shivers down my spine. This lady was definitely dangerous and evil. She was that one kind of person not to cross at any point in life.
I swallowed hard.