Chapter 1 Unknown husband

The spooky feeling I had been carrying within me ever since I left the gym was all I could see, and it just wouldn't go away. I realized it was chilly, yet the perspiration kept me from feeling it, and as gross as it might sound, I was grateful for it.

Without any idea of where I was going, I walked for at least ten minutes. I was starting to become irrational due to the air's silence. I was starting to regret leaving the house. But how can you hold me accountable? My crazy parents are sufficiently insane too...

"Mariah, get into the vehicle at this moment!"

From behind, a very familiar voice called to me.

immediately, I stood up and started running. Due to the forceful blows from the strong wind that hit me, goosebumps began to appear on my skin. But the car was following me before I knew it. I realized that running was no longer necessary.

A wave of weakness washed over me as I paused.

The pain was radiating throughout my entire body. As soon as the car came to a stop, I turned to my right, prepared to confront my horrible mother. I cruelly stopped her before she could even speak when she opened her mouth.

"Don't even think about trying to persuade me! I will not spend the rest of my life with an elderly man just because you and your beloved husband want me to!"

The same glare that she always gave me was coming from her deep brown eyes. Even though I was also furious with him, I was at that very moment expressing my gratitude to my father for giving me his brilliant blue eyes.

"First and foremost, young lady, he is not..."

"Mom, I don't care what he is not! He will never marry me!"

My wonderful mother began to exhale and inhale with pure rage. She typically asserts that it is the only thing assisting her in coping with my sometimes stubbornness.

"You are aware that there is no place for you to sleep tonight. Get in the car right away and listen to me for the first time in your life!"

I was terrified. Sadly for me, my beloved mother could become terrified at any time of the day. If I didn't do as she told me, I was convinced she could kill me right then and there. So, I listened to her for the very first time. I climbed inside the freaking car. A black Lamborghini, if that qualifies as a freaking car'.

At least, that's what I thought when we started driving back to our house. The road suddenly became unfamiliar as we passed numerous trees and small, mysterious houses. The same unsettling sensation from earlier was returning.

Great.

"Is this the way home?"I inquired but received no response.

"Are you taking me for a ride or something?"

She laughed at my sarcastic question, but the fact that she didn't answer made me even more nervous.

I didn't say anything for some reason.

I had so many questions in my head that it was hard for me to keep quiet. I guess I didn't want to know the answers to those questions in the first place. When my mother abruptly stopped the car, I was playing with my silver rings and observing how perfectly they hugged my fingers.

Unexpectedly, I noticed something when I looked up from my shaky hands. When I first saw the house, the only thing I could focus on was the cream-shiny walls.

The house had three floors and was surrounded by lovely flowers. How could anyone make such plain walls appear so bright and shiny? It had a huge wooden door and big windows.

The scenery is beautiful.

"What are we doing here?"I broke the deep, inconvenient silence that had existed between us since we get there.

She said to me, sounding irritated, "This is your new house, Mariah."

"And precisely why do I require a new house?"In my innocence, I asked her.

"Because you are going to live here with your husband," they may have just bought me this house to make me happy.

That's right.

I locked the doors from the inside when she got out of the car. I wouldn't go inside to find my beloved future husband reading 1950 newspapers in a chair!

By loudly knocking on the windows, she was attempting to persuade me to unlock the doors.

Nevertheless, why would I ever do that?

My brilliant strategy was to remain there until my parents realized how foolish they were and told me to marry someone who might be my grandfather, for the love of God!

I tried unsuccessfully to ignore my mother with my decision. She kept telling me to open the doors before I regretted it, but when she finds me dead in the house because I didn't bring the grandfather his beer, she will be the only one who will regret it.

The thought made me smile, and it wasn't until then that I realized that it was finally quiet. I immediately glanced up, and to my right, I saw a stranger standing behind the window. I was instructed to open the window by him. I did, surprising me. That man was stunning. Deep blue eyes, dark brown hair, sharp jawline, and broad shoulders don't know what it was about him that made me do what he asked of me. I assume it was only him. After I opened the window, neither of us said anything.

"Get into the house," he ordered, his gaze fixed squarely on mine. I did the same.

His voice was calm and low, but it was also dangerous, signaling to me that I shouldn't bother him or make him angry. However, let's test his actual danger.

I smiled at the irate man and said, "I am not going there."

"If you don't enter this house, you won't be smiling soon."

I reassured him, closing the window, "I am not interested in living with an old man, thank you very much."

His face lit up with a grin this time. I'd never seen a smile like that before. Because the only smile I would see in the next four years would be one without teeth, I needed to keep his smile in mind.

God, how can anyone possibly have fun? Before he knocked on the window, I could feel him watching me through his deep blue eyes from behind the window for a few more minutes.

I skipped opening it this time.

Even though he was more than beautiful on numerous levels, I was not going to open the window for him. I could have done better things. I decided to ignore the second knock from him.

Who exactly was he? Who exactly was he? He quickly reached for his phone and began looking through it for something. He turned his phone around when he found what he was looking for. His phone showed me a picture of a small gym, which piqued my interest more. I slowly opened the window. He got right to talking.

"You don't work here, do you?"I didn't even bother to answer his question.

"I have a very close friend in the boss there. He will undoubtedly be extremely disappointed to learn that he must fire you simply because you were unable to walk your ass to the house. Now, do we not want him to be sad?

My rage was taking over my entire body. He was having an inappropriate relationship!

"Who in the world do you suppose you are?"I yelled at the stunning individual in front of me.

"I am your future husband, Kevin Jones."