Can't Escape 3

Prologue II

( This part is to explain how they ended up with each other, just for a general background.)

Her body trembled as she looked at her hands bleeding, her eyes filled with tears as she tried to understand what was the reason behind the beating she suffered. Little trembling hands came towards her hugging her, his cheeks covered with tears as he was somehow the eye witness of everything that came down upon his mother .

Her trembling hands held him close until she could soothe her own heart along with the kid that stood there in tears, observing all the horrible acts his father had poured into his mother.

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He looked around observing the surroundings in silence, somehow here he was standing in the celebration of his own marriage, he looked over to his side seeing the girl he just tied up the knot with. The arranged marriage. Sensing his gaze she looked over at him, her teary eyes looking right at him until she forced a smile.

Without uttering a single word, he looked ahead. The resemblance of the situation to a few years back seemed way more real. His mind was taking a drastic turn as he remembered the last marriage he was in.

Nothing turned like a fantasy he wished to live upon, changing his fate and viewpoint over the world.

"Why don't you guys do a pose?"
The wedding photographer suggested as he started making different signs from his hands, indicating the position they should be upon. Within a few seconds he found his hands wrapped around the waist of the woman he barely knew but had to call his wife from the day ahead. He looked at her eyes again, taking note of the depths of the colours that reflected through her eyes.

"You guys look perfect."
Some whistles came around with applause as he looked at the camera with a straight face, even when he was requested to smile his mind could barely comprehend it as the memories took the best of him.

The care of the world seemed to have vanished from him, as he travelled his eyes around the room searching for the ones that were the same as him. His father. The smile on the man's face while he greeted the people seemed to be the filthy ache around his heart. If only it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have had to see the ceremony again.

"Taehyung."
A soft voice called him back to the reality of the world he was standing on, the voice that brought him back to the shore of the ocean where he had dived deeper in.
He looked at her, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"We should get going."
He said, taking his hands of her standing a few steps beside her, while fixing his coats. Her face seemed to reflect a certain sense of embarrassment and sadness as she could feel himself pushing her farther away as if she was a leech attached to his skin with a void of disgust.

"We should."
She whispered, looking down, finding the patterns of flowers flowing around in her wedding dress. Hearing her answer he walked forward alone, ignoring her, leaving her behind. Her eyes looked at him as she looked ahead trying to find her parents figure.

"Mom, dad I  should get going now."
Her voice trembled as she looked at them, the pain she felt at the moment could be barely compared. She was leaving the people she dearly loved to settle herself down, but the bitter truth of the reality she lived at the moment seemed way more awful. As soon as she leaves the building she would be dragged into a world where she might not even find happiness.

With a sad smile on their face, they hugged their daughter. Her heart churned within her as she tried her best not to cry. With every passing second things seemed way harder than said. As people followed behind her she walked forward holding her gowns making sure she didn't trip over it.

Little cries from her mum could pass through her ears as without looking behind she walked towards the car that Taehyung sat upon. Tears ran down her eyes as she opened the door and sat inside. She was in a new world now, she belonged to a family she barely knew, she belonged to a man who barely talked a word.

Taehyung looked at her, he could sense nothing for her. Not even a pinch of care. With a different feeling cascading upon him, he started the engine driving off to the location he was provided after the contract with his father.

House for a wife.

Y/n's POV
I was done for, ever since I set my foot up here I knew I was done. The looks that I was provided from the person who I was set to trust hurt me in places I didn't know were there.

I sat there staring right through the picture of our wedding hanging right out on the wall. His face barely showed any expressions.

As the time ticked by in silence, I stood up ready to welcome him back from the tiring day he might have had. I sat there staring blankly at the door until the doorbell rang. Forcing a smile in my face I opened, seeing the same reflection of emotions from the picture I was busy looking at a while ago.

The ride to their new home was silent. Taehyung kept his eyes on the road, his mind swirling with memories and regrets. Beside him, his new wife, Y/n, stared out the window, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her dress.

The car eventually pulled up to a large, elegant house. Taehyung turned off the engine and glanced at Y/n.

"We're here,"
he said flatly, opening his door and stepping out. Y/n followed, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood in front of the house, feeling a mix of awe and dread. This was her new home, but it felt more like a gilded cage.

Taehyung unlocked the front door and gestured for her to enter. She stepped inside, taking in the grand foyer with its high ceilings and expensive decor. Everything was beautiful, yet it felt cold and unwelcoming.

"I'll show you to your room,"
Taehyung said, his voice devoid of warmth.He led her upstairs to a spacious bedroom.

The room was impeccably furnished, with a large bed, a vanity, and a walk-in closet filled with clothes. Y/n stood in the doorway, feeling overwhelmed.

"This will be your room, Mine is down the hall."
Taehyung said.

"Thank you."
Y/n replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt utterly alone.

In his own room, Taehyung lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't shake the memories of his past, the pain and betrayal that had shaped him. He didn't know how to move forward, how to build a life with someone new when he was still haunted by his old wounds.

Chapter 1 coming soon.
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