Love in captivity:mafian's claim

“You look beautiful in that gown.” He whispered as he reached for my hand.



I didn’t answer him. All I could feel was hatred, sadness, and sorrow. This is the worst day of my life.



We faced the judge while I was trying to brush his hand off my arm.



The entire event happened with me trying to move away from him while he keeps on pulling me beside him.



The judge didn’t even ask me if I agree on marrying him.



“And now, I pronounce you husband and wife! Mr. Hastings, you may kiss your wife now.”



That phrase caused my whole body to shiver. I could still remember the time when he kissed me.



Sebastine faced me and lifted the veil above my head. I froze in place for a moment while I was staring at his face.



Slowly, he moved his face closer to me while looking straight into my eyes. My heart kept on beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump off my chest.



He put his hand under my chin and made me look at him as he claimed my lips.



I flinched but then I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his mouth.



I wanted to push him away, I wanted to punch his face but I just couldn’t. It felt like a spell was cast on me.