Broken Puzzles

Intro.

"What the hell dad!!" Trevor Mason banged his hands against the table

"You will control your language Trevor Andrew Mason! And this is not a choice, you are doing it! After-all we are at this point because of your reckless mismanagement of our funds." Miranda Mason snapped at her son. Her bright red lips curved in a spiteful manner. she was not about to give up her wealthy lifestyle privileges; not for any excuse that Trevor could have for not wanting to marry a millionaire heiress and save their bankrupt enterprise.

"Listen son, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to save us from going down to basic. Plus you only have to be legally married for just for six months. Six months and your free again. You can either decide to keep her, uh, for your pleasure or toss her back." 

"I highly doubt Deborah will want anything to do with that burden after we've reaped off her funds." Miranda added after Nathaniel Mason, her husband calmly tried to reason with their son. Trevor was not having it. His life, his mind, his heart; none was ready for any kind of romantic relationship, talk less of a marriage even if he had to fake it.

"Dad, you can not let this happen. How is this even OK in this century? You want to force me into a marriage without any remorse because the company is bankrupt? We are not even that broke yet. We can still... I'll find a way to fix things at the company, I promise. I'll work a way to get us back on track. They are other possibilities, just not this, please. You know I'm not ready for this! I can not, I do not want to be married to anyone with everything I've been through!" 

"Bullshit! Cut me through that bullshit excuse. I have had enough of that ridiculous cowardice excuse. It works every time I ask you about finding a nice girl and settling down but this is not it! This is not like that! At this point I do not care whether you have moved on from a stupid heartbreak from five years ago or not; No! I don't care. If it hadn't been for this your stupid shenanigans, we would be having this discussion. Grow up! You are going to fix this mess the way I am telling you to. I am not going to take it if you screw up and we loose this deal." Miranda continued scolding her son. She was the strong willed kinda woman. The ones whose husbands voices could be heard only through them; the ones who were in total control of their homes and family activities.

"Dad!" Trevor begged in a calming voice. He knew he couldn't win this against her so he tried appealing to his father who looked back more helpless than him. "Come on!"

"Please consider Trey," Miranda's voice became softer as she approached her son, Taking his hands into hers across the table, "I am not asking you to love her, give her a happy life, have babies or whatever. This is not for an eternity; this is just for six months. Before news gets out that we're going bankrupt. The only thing that could possibly save us now is a miracle and Navaeh Ross is that miracle." Miranda Mason may not always  be the most heartwarming person or mother on earth but when it came to her own children, she knew them so well manipulating them to her was a child's play. It took her just this few insincere words to render her son helpless against his will.

In surrender to his mother's demands, Trevor agreed with her and decided to marry Navaeh Ross; A millionaire orphaned heiress whom he'd never seen before but already knew he didn't like and was going to make her life as miserable as his would be in the months he would be her husband.

"I'll do it. But do not expect me to be smiley about it."

"Smile just a little until after the wedding, then you can be as grumpy as you want." Miranda said.

"I'll marry Navaeh Ross, for the company and for that mum, after we're done you can never again interfere in my life in any ways. That is my only condition." he told in a firm tone but deep inside, Trevor was in tears. His heart was still broken and in pieces but somehow, he had to accommodate the idea of a new stranger into his life.

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"I wish Skye was here." the girl muttered, not taking her eyes off the  surreal version of herself in the full length mirror before her.

"Now now Navaeh, your brother is too busy with his own business and life to be bothered with your wedding. Plus even if he knew he knew, he still wouldn't be able to leave training to attend so, no need to bother him and that final." A woman finished the final touches on the face of the girl. She wasn't wearing a wedding dress but as a bride, she looked absolutely flawless. "And voila! You are the most beautiful bride ever to be in this mansion. That is, next to me of course. Remember now Nevaeh, you are getting married to a son from a good and influential family because you have come of age and are completely useless as a person so being a good wife is what will give you new value."  She was a beautiful woman in her fifties with bright but cold sapphire blue eyes, light tanned skin, and an unbelievable physique for her age. She made a couple of circles around the young girl twisting her face upwards, "This looks good enough. Now remember Navaeh, everything you need to know about being a man's companion; submission, obedience, respect and utter silence; not that you'd have any worries in that department." Navaeh swallowed a lump in throat. You could tell she was very nervous from the way she blinked almost every three seconds and rubbed her fingers against her palms in order not to do it against her dress and get scolded again for being too stupid to know that sweat would stain the white dress she was wearing.  "So, are you ready for your new life?" Navaeh nodded, but was corrected with a spank to the back of her head with a makeup brush. She gasped at the pain, not that it was unfamiliar to her. She would be used to it if she knew when it was coming.

"You answer with your mouth! Words! Navaeh, words!"

"Y-y-yes mother," she muttered, stammering.

"That stammering is why you should be as silent as a graveyard. Its so discourteous. Now move."

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"Do you Navaeh Ludmila Ross, take Trevor Andrew Mason as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in good and bad times, in riches and poverty, in sickness and in health, till death do you path..." the priest's voice almost echoed through the emptiness of the cathedral.

Navaeh threw one more glance at the man standing at her side, it was the second time she was looking him, after she'd first seen him looking like he was about to serve a death sentence at the altar. Although most of her life she had been called and trained to believe she was so stupid she had no given talent of her own, Navaeh knew that one thing she was so good at, was observing, studying and reading people. She almost immediately tell if someone was happy, sad or angry by looking into their eyes or their physical stance. And him, she'd looked into his dark, angry, brownish green eyes and seen, so many secrets, so much buried but unforgotten pain. She told herself,

This man is a puzzle! A puzzle I was meant to fix, but, how do you fix broken puzzles?

The taught gave her a crippling feeling. This was something she was about to give her life to; a life that had never felt like it was hers to control even before. but this time something was different than having her aunt tell her what to do, when and how. This time she felt even breathing would no longer be in her control; but she had no way around it. Marrying Trevor Mason was going to give her life meaning and value. She just had to do it.

She stole one more glance at her motionless husband to be,

"I-I do."

And so began her fairy tale Not  life.

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