Lydia:
"UGH!" I gasped aloud, massaging my temples when a series of unknown memories flashed through my vision.
"You're to marry Mr. Miller no matter what! No excuses. We've already received the wedding gifts from him." A lady in a purple dress said, full of dominance when my body involuntarily moved, and I begged her on my knees.
No, it wasn't me. It's Lydia Quinn, and the lady is Mrs. Quinn. I gasped as I realized the fact. My entire body burnt in pain as her memories played like a movie in my mind, the ones where we feel the experiences ourselves.
"Stop that! How dare you dirty my dress!" She growled in anger as she signed two guards to come near me.
I glanced at those two, my heart burning in rage while I wanted to slap them hard but my body moved again as I desperately crawled to the corner when both of them carried me away, despite my struggle to free myself.
I gritted my teeth as I watched the next scenes. From her: Lydia Quinn's childhood to her… death while my heart burnt with rage, and sorrow, just like her's. It was as if I faced them myself.
"Lydia Quinn, are you coming out or not? Believe it or not, I'm going to break down the door! Even if you suicide, you'll die as Mrs. Miller, I promise you!"
I glared at the door in rage as I watched every piece of her memory.
"Lydia Quinn!" She growled in anger. "Hey, break the door!"
My brows furrowed in anger as I wiped the drops of sweat forming on my forehead as I dragged my feet toward the door, and opened it, just before she could break the door down.
"Lydia Quinn, do you have a death wish? Why did it take you so long to open the door? Just what were you doing? Remember it, if you try to do anything funny, I'll make sure you face hell!" She screamed, glaring at me as I matched my gaze with hers and replied nothing, just like Lydia would, and walked away from her.
"Lydia-" Before she could complete her sentence, I widened my eyes, turning at her as she became speechless and I noticed her hands stutter when I smirked for a while.
Hell? It's not the weak mute Lydia Quinn they got, but someone who had escaped hell not once, but a thousand times! I shook my head as I felt sorry for Lydia Quinn.
"So, she wasn't a mute…" I mumbled, glancing down as I felt a little apologetic to her. She didn't have any disability, but she was scared to speak and to communicate, and thus she became mute in everyone's eyes. She wasn't dumb as the information about her said but she was a genius herself.
My heart soured as I suddenly felt blue. I didn't know why, but I cared so much for her. A tear dropped down as I wiped it away and glanced at the hall as I walked toward the altar. "I promise you, Lydia Quinn, I'll make sure those who have bullied you, harmed you and destroyed your family are on their knees, begging for their life as I dug them six feet underground."
A smile crept up on my lips as I lifted my chin and walked to the altar, taking hands with Mr. Quinn. No, my uncle, the one who killed my parents.
Since I borrowed her body to take revenge, I'll take her revenge, and complete her promise.
I looked at my uncle and smiled pretentiously at him as he extended my hands to my so-called future husband.
"I give my niece to your hands, Mr. Miller. Though she is my niece, I grew her up. She may have defects but she is a dear one to me, and I hope that you can protect her in the future. Have a blissful marriage."
I chuckled at his words and wrapped my uncle in my arms as he flinched back in surprise. "Don't be a hypocrite, uncle. No one believes a single word you just said. If you really treated me as your daughter, you wouldn't ask me to marry someone old enough to be my father."
My uncle's eyes widened as I unwrapped myself and behaved normally.
"What's happening, Mr. Quinn? Can't bear to see your niece being married?" Mr. Miller laughed, taking my hands while I snatched my hand back and glared at him.
My uncle laughed awkwardly, scratching his head. "Yes, I just can't bear to part with her…" He said as he backed away when the priests started to say the vows.
"Do you take Ms. Quinn as your wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death part you both?"
"Yes, I do." Mr. Miller said when the priest turned toward me.
"Do you take Mr. Miller as your wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death part you both?"
"Just nod since you can't speak, my wife."
I glared at him, and then at the priest as I smacked my hand away from him. "No, I don't."
Everyone gasped around the hall.
"Did she just speak?"
"Isn't she a mute?"
"H-how? How is it possible?"
I turned toward everyone present in the hall and stepped down from the altar. "I, Lydia Quinn, don't take a criminal for my husband."
Their gasps turned louder when I felt a massive presence over my shoulders.
"What are you saying, girl? Me, a criminal?"
I smirked and turned toward him as I pointed at Sebastian Wright, the Commander. "Ask him, if you are a criminal or not."
I smirked, pulling myself away from him, and went down when his face became pale.
Sebastian was the Commander of a special organization. No one knew much about the organization, but they were all fearful, and he was the Commander. They hunted down the most ruthless criminals, underground bosses, and traitors.
Normally, it wouldn't matter if such an influential figure appeared at the wedding as the Wrights and Millers are distant relatives. But today was different. Before I died, I got a tip that Sebastian was going to arrest Mr. Miller on his wedding day.
I was always the first one to gather his information. The reason was simple. He was also in charge of arresting me. He tried it before but failed once. However, he wasn't to be underestimated so, I always had him followed, and gathered information about his every step.
Now that I think about it, was he the one who killed me? No, the killer knew me too well. Well enough that I had a betrayer around me, and his voice was so familiar. He wasn't the one who killed me.
I took a deep sigh when my uncle pulled me toward him. "Just what are you doing? And, why did you hide from us that you can speak again?"
I laughed and pulled myself away from him. "I just felt like it was unnecessary to do so. There was nothing to say."
Sebastian glared at me, confusion lingering in his eyes as he walked toward the altar, taking the cuffs out of his pocket as he put them on him.
"Mr. Miller, you're in charge of smuggling drugs, and gold. Hereby, I am arresting you."
"I-I…" he gasped aloud when the hall became bustling with rumors and all of their attention focused on them.
"This is the time for me to escape," I mumbled, backing away slowly and cautiously as I exited the hall. However, it was too late when Sebastian glared at me.
"Stop."
I gulped, clutching onto my clothes as I ran through the corridor, trying to avoid him. However, it was futile as I huffed for breath for just running a little bit. "C'mon! You can't be kidding! I didn't even run a kilometer!" I cursed at myself as my pace slowed down and I bent, clutching onto my heavy dress, and took deep breaths when I felt a presence over my shoulders.
"Lydia Quinn!"
I swallowed hard. I didn't even have to turn back to check who it was as I steadied myself, facing Sebastian while he glared hard at me.
"We need to talk, don't we?" He smiled, creepily as he cornered me toward the wall and tilted his head.