(A Bonus Chapter for All of You! Thank you so much for the love and support you continually showing with every new chapter I upload. Each one receives a brand new vote or two and a new comment, and that genuinely fills me with joy. It's truly the best way to let me know that you love, enjoy, like, or even appreciate the story. The views keep rising as well. Therefore, here's a little bonus chapter before the upcoming one this Saturday, offering Jenna's point of view.)
January 10, 2023.
Today, as I encountered my wife-to-be, a sense of unease gripped me. She appeared distant, and I couldn't discern the cause.
She possesses a captivating beauty.
Though we are still strangers, her beauty is undeniable. I've held this belief since childhood, a premonition of sorts.
I won't dwell on the slight hurt I feel.
She seems reluctant to embrace the idea of us as partners, leaving me puzzled and pained. Despite this, my affection for her remains steadfast. She is the fulfillment of a lifelong longing, the one I've envisioned sharing my existence with.
I envision a future with her, nurturing children and sharing profound moments.
I am resolved to become her devoted spouse. She has been the subject of my every nocturnal reverie. Our connection feels predestined, tailor-made for each other.
Her presence leaves me breathless; our eyes meeting altered the fabric of my reality. The frivolities of past flirtations are now inconsequential. She is my soulmate.
She is my love.
Throughout my life, I've pledged my love to her, hoping for reciprocation.
Perhaps I am undeserving. She recoils from sharing a bed with me, her disdain palpable. Her refusal to engage in dialogue wounds me deeply. I had anticipated a gradual understanding between us, yet she dismisses my attempts at connection.
All I desire is her acknowledgment, a modicum of appreciation. Is that too much to ask? I'm adrift in uncertainty. Tomorrow, I am to wed a woman who shuns me. Could it be my lack of appeal? She confided in a friend, branding me repulsive, odd, and unsettling. Her gaze betrays a loathing that pierces my soul.
Tonight, I'll seek solace in the company of Maddie and Tyley, marking my final bachelor evening. Yet, sorrow taints my anticipation, for tomorrow I marry one who despises me inexplicably. I yearn for her kindness, for genuine interest in me. Alas, she remains indifferent, confirming my insignificance.
I cling to hope that she might reconsider her stance. I envisioned a blissful life with her, replete with prosperity and, above all, love. Yet, our love remains elusive. Today has been both enchanting and agonizing. I yearn for resolution, for her to comprehend my affection despite our unfamiliarity.
The dream of a fulfilling marriage, of immediate parenthood and intimate connection, appears increasingly distant. I resolve to temper my inquiries, to refrain from intruding upon her privacy, though my curiosity brims over. Her demeanor, reminiscent of my cousin's aloof spouse, suggests I am a source of irritation.
Regardless, I am insignificant, a mere shadow of her previous paramours. While I've never known the embrace of another, she undoubtedly has. The chasm between us feels insurmountable.
Tomorrow's impending nuptials fill me with trepidation. Y/N's aversion to me casts a pall over the occasion. Fear gnaws at me, lest she abscond before our union is solemnized.
I cling to the hope that one day she will embrace me as I am. I long for her acceptance of our impending marriage. It's a peculiar sensation, to be tethered to someone so unfamiliar.
Tomorrow, I shall assume the mantle of Y/LN.
I shall be Jenna Marie Y/LN.
- Jenna
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FORCED MARRIAGE | Jenna Ortega x Female Reader
FanfictionYou've been destined to someone since the age of 13. Someone you develop a strong dislike for. Someone you promised yourself to hate until your last breath. But you didn't expect that someone would be a girl named Jenna Ortega.
