I stood there speechless at what my father just told me. I had to marry a stuck up snob because my step-loser was out of money! Ok I new loads of boys who thought I was hot, but not that hot! I mean who would want plain old me.
"Zoey are you listening to me?" I suddenly heard my dad say.
"Sorry dad I was off in my own world," I whispered. I still couldn't believe my mom was forcing me into this. B!tch. I knew she just hated me.
"Zoey you have to go to your new home now!" step loser called (my mum). I'd had enough of her then I saw him.
He was a boy about 2 years older than me and he was a hunk. "Hello my names Stanley," he said as he took my bags (which step loser had kindly packed for me, she was the hole reason I was in this stupid mess. I bed she packed all the wrong stuff!). I hugged my dad goodbye and gave step-loser a evil glance then I followed Stanley out.
I sat in his big shiny Volvo in total silence. How could he stand it? We pulled up to a huge mansion. Some servants came out and a maid called Jenna. They took me up to what was going to be my room. "Zoey I have be assigned to be your personal servant," Jenna said as I started to look out the window. "I really don't need I servant," I replied but just as I was going to go on about how was going to be back in my own home soon a man in his thirties burst in.
"Disappear Jenna," he said and with that she left the room. He walked over to the window and closed all the curtains then he locked the door, then he turned to me "You were brought here because your parents are out of money and you need a home. Fortunately I want pleasure."
"Excuse me?" had I heard him right?
"You know exactly what I meant," he replied with a slick smile, "but your right. We should marry first!" With that we opened the door and left. Had I imagined the whole scene?
"Hello Zoey," a servant said as she came in my room "I am Amelia the dress maker and you are in need of a wedding dress."
"Um no I'm not marrying anytime soon sorry," I said sarcastically.
"Oh but your going to marrying sir Phillop." So that was his name.
"Piss off," I shouted and ran out the room.
The next day I was forced into a horrible wedding dress and told if I did not go through the wedding they would kill me. Sh!t.
