My wedding day

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains physical abuse, emotional manipulation, and dark themes. Reader discretion advised.

(YESTERDAY, AN HOUR BEFORE THE WEDDING )

"Harder baby, mm, yes, hit it..." My heart jumped as I neared Andrew's dressing room. Intimate voices leaked through the door, and my stomach made a sound feeling scared and nervous. I hoped I was wrong.

Slowly, I pushed the door open only to be hit by the devastating sight of Andrew, my groom, with his ex- girlfriend Emily.

"Andrew!" I screamed.

He jumped, and quickly wore his pants while Emily smirked, adjusting her dress.

My heart pounded fast.

Andrew's eyes blazed with fury as he walked toward me. "What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"I should ask you that," I yelled at him, my voice trembling. "We're getting married. How could you?"

Before I could complete my statement, Andrew grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall.

My vision blurred as I struggled to breathe. "Andrew...stop..." I cried out, hitting his hands as his grip was becoming too strong.

"Listen to me," he hissed. "You're nothing but a tool, a nobody. I'll only be marrying you for one reason which is to give me a heir. After that, I will collect the child and divorce you. You have no right to question me or poke your nose in my business and yes I will continue to see Emily and there is nothing you will do about it. Do I make myself clear!"

Tears streamed down my face. "Y-yes," I answered.

"Good, now get lost!" He shouted, pointing at the door.

Andrew released me, and I fell to the ground gasping for air. I looked up to see Emily smiling with her arms crossed.

I stood up rubbing my neck and left.

Outside, Everyone was busy with wedding preparation, I pulled my mother aside to talk to her, My mum smile with pride as she adjusted my veil.

"Mom, I don't think I can do this marriage," I said, my voice shaking.

"What's nonsense is this?" My mother shouted at me.

"Look at our in-laws, they don't like me, it's like they are doing us a favor by marrying me. Do you remember that they didn't contribute anything to this wedding, you called the decorator yourself, the event planner, the wedding dress, food, drinks and even the priest . It was you and dad that did everything."

"Don't be ridiculous, Summer. This is a business arrangement. The Smiths paid $3 billions for this marriage. Your children will be billionaires.

"I caught Andrew cheating on me!" I said with tears.

"So?" My mum asked to my surprise.

"Which man doesn't cheat? He's rich and powerful. You're lucky, Summer."

I stared at her, the weight of her words crushing me.

"Mum, that's not..." I was interrupted by my mum.

"Say no more! You are getting married into one of the richest Conglomerate family. Don't lose this opportunity because of mere cheating, after all you are the wife, the other lady will always be the side chick."

"Now if you will excuse me, I have things to do." My mum said and left.

I stood still like a stick, speechless at what my mum said.

I knew I couldn't escape this marriage. My family had sold me to the highest bidder.

Thirty minutes later, I walked down the aisle alongside my father. My heart felt heavy, my soul trapped. Andrew was standing at the altar, hands tucked in his pockets. He gaze was on Emily, who was sitting with his family.

Emily winked at him, I couldn't help but feel irritated at their display.

I stood beside Andrew who paid me little to no attention.

As the priest started, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I was feeling anxious of what was to come by marrying this man.

"No, I can't do this." My voice trembled, I took a step backward.

"Huh?" Andrew exclaimed.

"I can't!" I threw the bouquet and ran out of the hall.

And then suddenly, everything went dark. I found myself alone in an empty room, it was dark and there was nothing in the room... Only me and darkness.

I wrapped my arms around myself feeling scared and lonely.

Then I heard a slow, deliberate footstep. Another step. Closer and closer.

My heart pounded fast.

Emerging from the shadows was a figure walking towards me.

"Lorenzo!" I whispered to myself.

His eyes were blazing with cruel delight. His fingers wrapped around a long, barbed whip, dragging it along the ground as he approached, each step echoing louder.

My body shook, frozen, as his fingers caressed the whip, lifting it high above his head.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" he said, his voice dripping with malice.

I tried to step back, but my feet felt rooted to the spot.

Lorenzo's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

He bent close and whispered to my ears "Welcome to hell," his voice a low, malicious whisper.

With a swift, deadly motion, Lorenzo raised the whip at me, and the last thing I saw was the whip descending.