Arranged {Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow x MC}

{Part 7}

Ophelia Grace, POV
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In the tense silence of the office chamber, Ominis's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laden with the weight of his resolve. His gaze bore into my own, cold and unyielding, as he delivered his ultimatum to me with a chilling clarity.

"If you refuse to attend the ceremony or follow through with your obligations," Ominis began, his voice low and menacing, "I will have no choice but to take drastic measures."

My eyes widened in shock at the cold determination in Ominis's voice, a shiver coursing down my spine at the implication of his words. "What... what do you mean?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

A cruel smile twisted across Ominis's lips, his features contorted into a mask of calculated menace. "I will kill Sebastian," he stated bluntly, his tone devoid of remorse. "Or perhaps use the Imperius Curse on you instead, just to ensure that you see the day through."

The words hung in the air like a curse, casting a pall of fear and uncertainty over the chamber. my breath caught in my throat as my mind reeled at the enormity of Ominis's threats.

"You wouldn't dare," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.

Ominis merely shrugged, his expression unreadable behind the veneer of cold indifference. "Try me," he replied softly, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

As the weight of Ominis's words settled over the two of us like a shroud, I knew that I had no choice but to heed his warning. For in that moment, I realized that the man standing before me was not the Ominis I once knew, but a dark shadow of the man he once was, consumed by the relentless pursuit of power and control.

"Whether you like it or not, you are bound by the obligations of our families and wizardkind. You don't know what's at stake if we don't see this contract through." Ominis whispered as he stood from his work desk.

His hands gripped at the edges of his desk as his muscled arms tensed to match his firm grip.

I bristled at his words, my defiance flaring like a flame in the darkness. "I will not be coerced into participating in this charade Ominis." I shot back, my voice tinged with anger and resentment.

Ominis remained unfazed, his resolve unshakable in the face of her resistance. "You have no choice," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You will fulfill your duties as my wife, or suffer the consequences."

The air between us crackled with tension, the weight of our conflicting desires hanging heavy in the silence. And then, slowly, My shoulders slumped in defeat, my gaze faltering beneath the weight of his unwavering gaze.

A sense of triumph surged through Ominis at my capitulation, a primal satisfaction coursing through his veins at the realization of his newfound dominance. "Good," he replied, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "I expect nothing less."

"Just know that i'm only doing this, because my love for Sebastian is so deep, I would rather die then be without him." I yelled to stir him up, I kicked at the ground almost wanting to see how he'd react to my comment.

He remained unfazed as he sat back down at his desk to return to work.

He shooed me out the room like I wasn't there.

As I began to leave I opened the double doors leading out into the foyer of the house.

"My mother is planning the ceremony in the other room. If you want a say in what the day will look like, I suggest you go join her." Ominis scowled.

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Suppressing a shudder, I forced myself to meet Mrs.Gaunts gaze, she had at a large table with photos, magazines and clippings spread all across the tables surface.
With a curt nod, she moved aside to allow for me to sit beside her.

His mother's lips curled into a cruel smile as she regarded me with thinly veiled contempt.

"My dear, we have much to discuss," she began, her voice like ice cutting through the room. "The wedding must be a spectacle befitting our status, don't you agree?"

Ophelia swallowed hard, her throat dry with apprehension. "Yes, of course," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs.Gaunt leaned forward, her eyes glinting with a somewhat malicious intent. "We expect nothing but the finest for this occasion," she declared, her tone brooking no argument. "Every detail must be perfect, from the venue to the guest list."

As they delved into the planning, I felt myself sinking deeper into despair.
Each suggestion put forth by Mrs.Gaunt served only to reinforce my sense of helplessness. It was as though we were crafting a spectacle designed to showcase the Gaunts power and dominance, with me merely a pawn in their twisted game.

As the meeting drew to a close, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to me like a second skin. I knew that I was trapped, bound by duty and tradition to a fate I never wanted.

And as I rose to leave the room, I couldn't help but wonder if there was any escape from the web of deceit and manipulation spun by both Ominis and the entire Gaunts bloodline.

Ominis Gaunt, POV
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My tone was cold and dismissive. "No, Mother," I said, my voice coaxed with impatience. "I have no desire for such ostentation. Our union is a private matter, to be shared with only our closest confidants."

My mother's eyes narrowed at the defiance in my tone, but she nodded curtly in acquiescence. "Very well," she conceded, though the venom in her voice was unmistakable. "But even a small ceremony requires meticulous planning. We must ensure that every detail is perfect."

"I don't care about the planning. Or the day at all. I care about meeting my duty as outlined in the blood contract." I demanded as I became utterly impatience with my mother.

"I also have the matter of controlling her during the day." I began
"Part of me believes she will try something."

"Have additional guards around Sebastian's cell. Have a body guard follow my wife
-to-be around as well. I need eyes on her at all times."
I ordered as I left the room.

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