Chapter 1
Theodosia
Surprise
"I now pronounce you man and wife." I could barely hear the sound of the vicar amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd.
"You may now kiss the bride." The vicar announced.
I rubbed the contact lenses and blinked rapidly at the tears streaming down my cheeks. I frowned.
This wasn't the tears of joy or even sadness. My eyes were oddly itchy and everything was blurry around the edges.
I was extremely short sighted but my vanity kept me from wearing my glasses. What type of a bride wear glasses on her wedding day?
I nervously smoothed my dress with my trembling fingers and I had to bite my inner cheek to stop the nausea rising inside my throat.
Finally, I could see the black fudges that looked like the unruly curls of my husband and a quick spike of alarm course through my blood.
Ethan was blond, wasn't he? I really wasn't sure, owing to the fact that we met only thrice.
Ethan was a nondescript man with a ready smile and kind eyes. I knew our marriage was going to be kind.
My mouth soured at the thought. Kind was such a passive word to describe a marriage.
A small tingle ran down the base of my spine and I couldn't stop the feeling of dread that shrouded my future.
I watched as my husband stalked towards me, his stride sure and arrogant.
Probably because of my sight but Ethan looked taller than the last time I saw him, which was months ago.
He looked to have gain some muscles too as he looked much more burly than the spindly man I met.
I rubbed my eyes harder and resisted the urge to groan. The tears were streaming faster now and I can't wait to be done.
I think my contacts are expired.
My husband yanked the veil off my face and I only had a second to catch the glimpse of his blue eyes before he placed his lips against mine.
Quick and perfunctorily.
I knew there was something really really wrong. Ethan was a nondescript man as mentioned earlier and he had brown eyes. Plain brown eyes.
I gulped involuntarily. The moment my veil was off and I could see the man standing in front of me, a scream lodged itself inside my throat.
Black raven curls, aquiline nose and a strong jaw that looked like it could cut through walls. A deep fathomless blue eyes that were cold and merciless.
I screamed. The sound was ripped from my throat in violent waves, going on and on until there was no air in my lungs. It reverberated against the walls, bouncing back to send an electric buzz of doom floating around my skin.
My brain short circuited and my lungs gave up it's job. I panted, my hands going to my chest.
I had just married the man of my nightmare. Sebastian Alphonse Delacy.
The flowers tumbled off my slacked fingers, stopping by his shinning shoes.
A collective gasp rented the air and flurries of movements.
My body shivered involuntarily and my mouth turned dry. It seems like I had been plunged into the deepest and the most frigid ocean.
I tried to swallow but
my throat had forgotten how to.
[9:16 PM, 11/26/2024] Sis Robiah:
I had just married my greatest enemy. The irony of it was enough to make me burst into laughter, the sound ringing around the hall and echoing eerily.
His seat blue eyes stared at me with horror and I could see the flashes of hundred cameras going off.
"Theodosia?" He whispered, his eyes raking over me with disbelief.
I swear I could see the raw longing and anguish in his wide eyes gaze until he banished them completely.
Leaving nothing but the infamous ice wall.
I could feel another scream bubbling out of my throat at the thought of unfairness of it all. He looked just like I remembered him.
A swath of wide shoulder that have icicles hanging around them.
The vicar, God bless him, looked stricken as he checked the name on the paper again and again.
The crowd burst into frenzy, the cameras flashing now more than ever. It hurts my eyes and I had to shield them with my hands.
The tears kept streaming down my face, I looked around, desperate to wake up from this nightmare.
As usual, fate has a funny way of fucking up my plan and breaking them into tiny floating motes of dust.
Ethan was good. Kind Ethan with the manageable smile and bland eyes was the best thing that could happen to me.
"Why are you here?" I croaked.
This couldn't be happening to me!! I snatched the veil away, and place my hands on his chest. I shove him so hard!
He grabbed both of my hands in one of his. I cursed my body for the surge of unnatural heat that ran through my body at the contact.
Even after all I've been through.
If only he would fall and break his head.
"This has got to be a joke." He implored.
Ha! Welcome to the fucking club.
I saw the blob outline of someone familiar rushing at a breakneck speed and clutching a paper tightly.
"Miss! We've got the wrong hall! This is hall 3 instead of hall 8. I just confirmed with the receptionist." Grace beamed.
The hall was once again silent as a grave yard. Grace stared around the shocked faces with confusion, she bend and peered into my eyes.
"Please tell me I'm not too late." She quizzed.
"That'll be an understatement if I've ever heard one." Hissed Sebastian.
I glance around, the crowds were twittering excitedly between themselves and the media outlets were overdoing.
"Let's get out of here." He growled.
The media outlets were closing in now, waving their microphone under my nose.
I've always thought I'll die before going to hell. Looks like hell came to me in person.
It's the beginning of an hellish nightmare.