FORCED TO MARRY ETHAN

BEGINNING OF HELL

LUNA'S POV

I last saw him when I was eight years old. Our mothers would take us to the park. The swings were our personal favorite. And whenever we left, we would always get ice cream. Mine was vanilla with sprinkles, and he preferred chocolate.

That all changed when he moved away due to his father's stupid new job in America. I'm wondering if he forgot about me, which I'm sure he did since it's been 12 years.

And now I'm studying to be a lawyer, which is something I've always wanted to do...God, I need to stop writing in this journal it's making me really reflect on my life.

I heard a voice calling me from downstairs, my dad, occasionally I couldn't even stand to look at him. He fuck women almost every other day, and one time my mom found out but failed to have the guts to depart from his ass.

I reply "COMING", then removed my headphones from my head and delayed my music. I push my desk chair back, stretching from sitting for hours and stand up. I then stumble down the stairs to find him sitting in his chair located in the living room.

"Yes, dad...?" I mumble under my breath.

"You remember Ethan...?" He inquires, taking the cigar out of his mouth.

"I guess...why do you ask?"

"Go pack your stuff—we're leaving tonight to visit him." He says with a small smirk, making me nervous. But I shrug it off and hurry up to my room.

All I could think about is seeing Ethan again. My best friend I lost, it felt like the words I had written in my journal, with my black pen, had come true or so I thought.

The flight from Egypt to America took a long time and was very tiring. I did manage to get most of my schoolwork done, but I still had one question: how could my dad afford a private jet? We didn't have that kind of money and why couldn't mom come.

Sometimes he would come and sit next to me on the plane but after he took advantage of mom, I didn't want anything to do with him. so I would simply move away without uttering a word.

At the point when we got off the plane, an extravagant Limousine came to get us, dark, smooth, and shiny on the outside. Leather white seats, costly glass cups, and wine on the inside.

It took us around 40 minutes to arrive at our destination. Before really getting into the house part there was a tremendous dark, entryway, and a gigantic, black metal gate. Where you needed facial Id to open it or the proprietor of the house.

As the doors opened I admired the environmental elements. Woah, was this where he resided? It was enormous, huge, fabulous. The chateau looked modern, it was dark, dim, and white. It also had a lot of glass windows. It was encircled by trees and brambles, and the sun was brutally radiating. There had been an enormous pool that was likely greater than my home.

The driver of the limousine had then gone into an underground carport. I notice costly vehicles, that just rich individuals could manage to afford from a Bugatti La Voiture Noire to Lamborghini Egoista.

"Both of you will get along well..." My father says with a grin. After the driver goes to open the door on my side, I step out. In the wake of understanding the outfit I was wearing, I realized I didn't dress "appropriate" for this spot. And I should've known because my dad had a tuxedo on. While I had on a black oversized hoodie, a grey lace crop top, and a white skirt. With converse on because what outfit can go wrong with converse.

As the guard leads me and my father inside the enormous house which had a red and black interior. I met a tall, older man, probably in his 60's. His hair was white with dark grey roots and it looked like he had an expensive suit on.

"Hello, Mr.Armano, " My dad says with a smile before shaking his hand.

"Hello, I hope the trip wasn't too much trouble." Mr.Armano tells with a chuckle.

"And this is the girl, huh," he questions stroking his beard. "She's really pretty for my son..." He says with a smirk.

Pretty for his son? I thought before realizing what he meant. I actually thought my dad was trying to do something nice for me but I was wrong. And why would he want me to date my childhood best friend? "Best friend" is in the name for a reason.

"Let me get him real quick..." The man says with a smile before walking away.

"Dad...did you only bring me here so I can date Ethan...For let me guess...money?" I question, frustrated.

"Shut up...and I brought you here to marry him not date him..." He says, grinding his teeth in anger but I glared at him in disgust.

"No, I'm not marrying him...I WANT TO GO HOME!" I demand but he slaps me across the face and pulls my ear.

"You're going to marry him and you're going to be happy...His dad already paid me so it's too late...and don't mention he was your childhood friend." My dad replies bluntly leaving me quiet.

He let go of my ear and I folded my arms cleaning the tear that rolled down my cheeks. Furthermore, two or three minutes after I saw Ethan and his father strolling toward us.

Furthermore, as they were walking I couldn't resist the opportunity to take a gander at Ethan's glow-up. He was way taller now, his hair was dull brown and he had a mullet, his body was really toned and rock solid. Which I noticed through his white shirt.

"This is Ethan, my son, the one you'll be marrying but I'll give you guys a year just to see if you're the perfect one..." The man says.

I wanted to embrace Ethan so severely and remind him that I was Luna, his childhood friend, however, my father told me not to and got me into this wreck.

But I noticed Ethan didn't look happy but rather annoyed, tired, and frustrated. And I felt the same way.

"Come follow me you two, the Limousine is here to take you," Ethan's dad says as he walks away, Me and Ethan following behind.

I enter the vehicle then Ethan. It was generally a similar interior as the last car. During the ride, it was quiet and we sat separated from one another. This is going to be a difficult journey.

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