HOW YOU LIKE THAT | JENLISA

Chapter 43

Jennie

I walked down the stairs slowly, as if prolonging the time would stop the inevitable. I might buy some time, but I wouldn't delude myself into thinking that the wedding would stop. I knew that wasn't possible. Some fairy Godmother wasn't going to appear and stop this wedding. I secretly hoped that the place could catch fire or the groom would just mysteriously drop dead.

Luck, in my case, was usually non-existent. I'd lived with facts and tragedies as they continued to pile up throughout my life. This wasn't any better.

I felt so sorry for Lisa.

I'd promised her that I'd be with her, but if I was going to be married to Nichkhun, I definitely wouldn't be allowed to spend time with Lisa as much as I was used to. I would not be her nanny, but Nichkhun's wife and that was one big tragedy in itself.

Why had he chosen me?

I didn't even belong to a wealthy family like theirs; in fact, my family was dirt poor. If I stole a spoon from the Manoban's kitchen and sold it, it would likely make me rich and that money could me last for a year, so why would Nichkhun marry someone so far beneath him?

Unless he really had a motive. Was it lust? Did he think that marrying me would give him the authority to get me into his bed? Or was I reading too much into it?

Maybe he found out about my brief fling with Lisa, well, if you could even call that a fling, the sneaking around the house and exchanging a few passionate kisses. A servant could have seen something and gossiped around, or maybe Lucas notified Nichkhun, so he decided that he'd marry me to teach me a lesson and to spite Lisa.

That could be right.

There was no other explanation for it. None at all. He was marrying me to put a stop to my secretive meetings with Lisa, and he thought that was the only way to do it.

Well, he thought wrong.

Even if I married Nichkhun today, I'd still do as I pleased.

My mind was going haywire by the time I reached the courtyard, and I tried my hardest not to dwell on the future and live in the present because that's how I was going to get through this whole mess. One step at a time, crossing one hurdle after the other.

I noticed just how beautiful the arrangement was. The archway was decorated with flowers. The sun was already setting, leaving yellow and red hue over the mountains, the shades blending perfectly with the green trees that lined the areas. It was like a gorgeous painting that was about to be grotesque by the current events.

Fancy chairs were lined on the side where a few people who I didn't recognise sat with a curious expression on their faces. I assumed that they were the family's distant relatives, friends or business associates. It was quite obvious that the ceremony was private and only a select few people were invited. The grand patriarch, Marco Snr, was sitting right in the front, and he stared at me with indifference, with his glassy eyes. I hardly think he recognised me or, better yet, knew who I was.

Sorn sat beside him, looking all prim and proper, dressed in a lovely beige dress, with her hair in wavy curls. Bambam's girlfriend, Mina was also there, and her eyes were only reserved for Bambam, and she kept passing him flirty glances.

Bambam stepped beside me, while smiling kindly at me; I guessed it was my final sacrificial smile. "I'm going to walk you down the aisle to the altar. You're going to be my sister, after all!"

I squeezed his hand. "Bambam, please stop this. I don't want to marry..."

"If there was anything that I could do to help you, Jen, I really would, but my hands are tied down. I'm so sorry. And if I should be honest..." his eyes pierced through mine, "I would love to have you join our family."

I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment since the boy had finally taken a liking to me or if I should be angry that he'd rather see me married off to his monster of a brother than to set me free.