Sixteen and Married [COMPLETE]

Sixteen and Married. (Arranged Marriage story) Chapter 3 and 4

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Chapter 3:

I don't even get to meet my future husband until we exchange our vows. I can't believe I'm doing this, but I love my siblings. No matter what happens, I'll always do the right thing, just to keep them alive.

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The music starts. I walk down the aisle, and see a elderly man of forty waiting for me. I gasp internally. What?! I'm supposed to marry someone who's old enough to be my father? I cry inside, how could anyone do this to me? Why aren't they decent enough to give my hand over to someone younger?

I kept my head down the whole time, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. How can they do this to me? Why someone so old? I don't even know this person. I don't want to be his wife. I'm sixteen for Pete's sake.

"Do you take this man to be your husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death?"

I kept my mouth shut. The priest looked confused and repeated it once more. I could feel my step mother glaring at me. What should I do?

I have a choice.

I can choose not to do this.

Do I really want to say I Do to marry this person until death?

Do I really want to do this, just to save my siblings?

Do my feelings really matter? Am I being selfish?

"I do."

That's it. I'm married at the age of sixteen. No more hopes of finding and falling for my true love.

Chapter 4:

My future husband insisted us to hold hands as we walk out of the chapel. We pose for a few awkward photos; I can barely bring myself to smile. I felt as if somebody had socked me in the stomach, but much worse.

***

We go down the street to ride in his limo to go straight to the airport. I take my little battered bag, feeling out of place in such an expensive vehicle. We sit in silence.

"Hayden."

I look up at him, and I see that he doesn't look that bad. "Yes?"

"I don't think I've said much about myself. I'm William Taylor and I have a son, from my ex-wife, Cameron. I'm sure you and he will get along well; he's a year older than you. You will meet him at the airport." I nod and he continues. "I have reserved a room for yourself, and every morning I expect you to join the servants, and they'll tell you what to do. Marie Rogers, head of all my servants will deal with you."

I fidget with my fingers. Well at least I'm not going to have to stay or worse, sleep in the same bed as him. I'm being used as a housekeeper, but if so wanted a housekeeper, why didn't he just hire me?" And in a second, I knew why.

"As my wife, you will be expected to bear me a son or a daughter."

What?!

"Also, if you are able to keep yourself out of my sight and do what I demand, I expect we will get on well." He gives me a smile, and I could see the glint of evil in his eyes, and his teeth are yellow and gross. I just blinked. What can I say?

***

We arrive at the airport, and he leads me to a good looking teen sitting on a bench with an iPod. He's shaking his masses of dark black hair as he nods to the beat of his song.

"This is my son Cameron."

Cameron looks up, and he gives me a smirk. Ugh, conceited boy. I glare at him and he has a look of surprise. I guess he's too used to girls just backing off because he's too handsome and he knows it. We all head towards customs and all, and then we reach the private jet.

The inside of the private jet is gorgeous, the most beautiful room I've ever been in. The walls are lined with red velvet, and the floor is a fluffy white carpet.

I wait until the two are inside before I follow them and I plop down next to Cameron. It's either that or my husband. He looks at me and grins. I give a small shaky smile as a response. Why do I feel so shaky just because he smiled at me? Like there are butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, and they're fluttering so much it hurts. There's a surprise, I haven't felt that way since...forever. Oh well, whatever.