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The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more th...
Two weeks had passed since everything had happened. Today was my wedding.
Yes, you heard me right, the day I had spent my entire life imagining, the day I had dreamed would have been perfect was becoming like this.
I was about to marry Caelum white , the ruthless, heartless stud of the city. Well why?
Because one time in my entire life I had tried to stand for myself , and that went so terribly wrong that today I am sitting in a chair wearing a white dress, imagining the horrors that he will inflict on me.
I looked at the photo pendant that hung from my neck in a short silver chain. Mom had given Belle and me pendants when I had turned 14, mine had a rose and inside I had fitted an old picture of mom , and Libelle had a Dragonfly on hers, her name means dragonfly in German. I looked at my mom's picture.
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Would he be worse than Eric? Would he rape me? Will I be able to say no? Will I have any right to say no?
After he had announced to my entire family that we were in love, everything had turned upside down.
After Five minutes I was supposed to go out and be lovey-dovey with him. The media was here, so were big business men.
I was debating whether or not I should ask dad to walk me down the aisle, when I heard a knock on the door. "Hello gorgeous" came a familiar voice.
I looked in the mirror and our eyes met. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I ran into his arms. Fuck the maids in the room or the CCTV camera's.
"Rowan" I whispered.
"shhh... you don't want to walk down the aisle with all your makeup withered out do you." He patted my head gently.
I didn't let go of him, because if I was to dive into that hell hole a moment later, then I needed this. I needed him. I felt like the little girl of six running blindly in a meadow chasing butterflies, knowing that they will disappear after the summer.
