Forced marriage :

My name is Mirabella Olúwaseyi Johnson.
I have a problem, my worst enemy gave birth to me. I know you are all thinking that it's impossible but that's my life. My father hates me, he has always hated me and now he wants me married. He might have destroyed my mother's life and now he is on to mine. 
That's not a the worst part, my best friend thinks it's the best idea in the world.
Is my father and best friend the bad guys though?
Join me on this journey of betrayal, hidden truths, self discovery and growth.
It is a very short story. Comments are accepted. 
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Forced marriage

Abel has always been an hopeless romantic, he's become even more so since I accepted his proposal. This morning he brought me breakfast in bed, my favourite food even I can't complain, not at all. 


Picking out a dress to wear has always been stressful, even more when my clothes are not arranged in the wardrobe. I opened my box to find it empty, “What!!" I screamed. 


"Are there thieves in this area because I think my clothes just got stolen." 


"Oluwaseyi, stop being dramatic have you checked the wardrobe, you need to start feeling at home, I'm not letting you go, never." 


I brought out a perfectly ironed gown as I rush out of the house. I need to run away before he gets us married the second time or worse, initiate sex or something as disgusting as that ew, I shake my head to blot out the image from my head. 


Abel has been humming to himself since I woke up. I'm sure he has been doing it before I woke up. 


CHAPTER 16. Romance