Twisted Minds

Chapter Three

Note: Online it says the pronunciation of Acerbi is aa-ch-EH-r-b-ee. After listening to pronunciation videos, I personally as an English speaker would put it as aa-CHER-be. In my opinion, the CHER sounds like chair. So, A-Chair-Bee. But said quicker. If that's still confusing, you can search pronunciations on YouTube :)

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Next week. The wedding that was forced upon me was next week and this after crying myself to sleep since I've gotten here, it didn't seem to make me feel the slightest bit better. Only being here for three days, the plans and the wedding all together was rushed, not because people were eager but because they wanted this alliance sealed once and for all.

I hadn't chosen a single thing, every girl dreams of their wedding; the dress, the location, the music, and most importantly... the person they're marrying. Nothing about this wedding had been my choice, but I'm following orders.

Vadim had the maids he had working for him bring several dresses to my room and each dress I tried on, I hated. They weren't terrible but seeing myself in a wedding dress made it feel more real and I wasn't ready to face it just yet.

"I need a moment," I asked the women and they nodded their head, leaving me with the dresses as I stood in front of the mirror wearing a strapless dress that was tight around the torso but fell beautifully to the floor.

I sighed softly, it was gorgeous. But I shouldn't be wearing it, things weren't meant to be this way. I was supposed to fall in love and get married to the man of my dreams, I would plan the wedding with my mom and things were supposed to be perfect.

I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head. He could be lying. How do I know my mom is even okay?

Quickly, I stood from the bed and rushed through the hallway, knowing exactly where Vadim would be. He always seemed to retreat in his office for business and perhaps this was a business matter to him.

I knocked on the door furiously, tears streaming down my face. I hadn't even realized how emotional I had become until I sniffled.

"вступать." I heard Vadim say, but I had no idea what it meant. Maybe he was angry that I had come to his office.

[Translation: вступать ▪ Come in]

I stood at the door, unsure what to do at the point and a few seconds later the door quickly opened. Vadim was in front of me with his gun aimed right at my forehead.

I jumped back, falling against the wall and covering my face, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Иисус Христос, дорогая. Did you not hear me tell you to come in?!" He raised his voice at me before lowering his gun.

[Translation: Иисус Христос, дорогая. ▪ Jesus Christ, my dear.]

"I don't know Russian," I answered, stuttered before slowly removing my hands and looking at him.

He looked irritated, folding.his arms over his chest as he raised an eyebrow, "What do you need, Elaina?"

Other than to go home?

"I..." I paused momentarily before looking down at the floor, "I want my mom to come to the wedding."

If I were being forced into this mess, the least he could do is allow me to have someone I know there. I felt like a gun would be held at my back and having my mom there would provide some sense of comfort.