HIS FORCED WIFE

I witnessed a Greek god.

A WEEK LATER.

13 May, Monday

After plenty of sleepless nights, a bunch of presentations, and thousand meetings with the Knight family, I came to the conclusion to never ever accept the proposal for these extra Richie Riches, no matter how appealing the pay may be.

A lot of money, A lot of Tantrums, and less knowledge.

After a week of suffering, we finally decided on a Date, which I had to search up, according to Lyra should be a day not too sunny, not too gloomy, with no precipitation; Guestlist, which included over two hundred people, their gift hampers, and hotel bookings.

Currently, they were contemplating the theme and decor, And I was yawning getting vary of their conversation.

We were in their garden, My presentation on the multimedia, and the whole family enjoying my suffering.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon,” Matt said, and I smiled at him. Matt is Lyra’s older brother, and I am pretty sure that he is adopted. Matt is nice and sweet and considerate, while Lyra, and her mother Susann. Susan had reminded me in every meeting that she didn’t wanna hire me and was forced because The head of the family wanted to. By the head of the family, I mean Mr. Halton.

Susan is the wife to the younger brother Baron, whom I had rarely seen, which means only once when he was leaving the house.

“Mam, Young Mr. Knight has arrived,” A maid came and announced it to Olivia. The wife to Mr. Halton. I frowned. Young Mr. Knight, I didn’t hear of him before.

“You have a brother?” I whispered to Matt.

He chuckled, “Tristan is my cousin, Halton’s oldest and most obedient son on planet earth,”

I smiled.

A figure appeared in my view, and I was surprised to my core. I never thought God can be this creative. The obedient son was the most beautiful creature I have witnessed a Y chromosome can make.

His eyes met mine, and an eyebrow raised. I gulped looking away, Have I seen him before? I feel this has happened before, and I get a nostalgic vibe.

I have to admit, He was like the most handsome man on this planet Earth! Good Lord! I never thought God can be this creative!

There was a short family greeting. I looked closely at this new addition to my family, and couldn’t wrap my head around him. Usually, I take one look and somewhat understand the personality I was looking at. But he seemed weird. A stern face, frown less, but smile less.

His eyes met mine a couple of times, but he looked away talking to his mother.

“You are drooling?” Matt whispered to me.

“What?”

“Stop looking at the poor guy, You are harassing him,” He said and I chuckled.

“I wasn’t harassing, Just evaluating,” I whispered back.

“Trying to evaluate him, No chance, I have been with him for twenty-five years and I never ever understood him. All I know is he hates everyone and everything, emotionless, and expressionless,”

I looked at the man we were talking about holding his mother’s hand in his and talking to her. Then he smiled. And I looked away immediately before I can show any stupid excitement. He had a beautiful smile. And I felt sorry for him. Such a boring life he was leading.

“Can you mix up these two themes?” The groom, Ethan asked me.

I stared at him blinking twice and pursing my lips. If only I had refused to work on this project but No, I had to be greedy. “Why not,” I tried a fake smile, but felt like an i***t.

“Okay, you can bring a presentation tomorrow,” Said Lyra, ordering me. Only if I can punch her in the face.

“Of course, The wedding is just in a few months’ time,” Ava says, eyeing her cousin. Ava was the youngest child and second daughter to Olivia and Halton. Now, I knew they had a brother too. A very handsome and mysterious brother. I think when God decides to bless someone, he just gives them everything. They have money, power, influence, happiness, and beauty. Though some of them came with less developed minds, my indications clearly at Lyra. They have everything, so even with an attitude like Lyra’s, they achieve everything. Whereas people like me, have to struggle with everything we have and still don’t get a quarter of these people. Although I sound jealous, I am not, I am just sad at how this world works.

“What time tomorrow?” I asked, trying to put up my best smile, But I wanted to smash something.

“Oh, be here by 1 PM,” I narrowed my eyes, “Yes,”

My eyes fell upon a pair of black eyes on mine. Intense, and judging. I stared at them for a few seconds, then I thought of packing my stuff and getting the hell out of there before they kick me out for eyeing their obedient son. 

I called for a taxi and made my way outside. It was a long way to the gates, It was a big house and these walks made me realize how out of shape I am. All I do is sit, work and eat, with all the food going to my thighs. I need to focus on my diet too.

I was planning all this when the car passed beside Mary’s choco-lava Bakery. She made the most delicious brownies, half the reason I was on the verge of getting fat. And again here she was with the treats all there in the showcase calling to me. I took a deep breath and looked away. It was heartbreaking.

All night I have been working, with caffeine, and merging the two almost totally opposite themes. I grabbed the pencil and wrote the themes side by side. Then I made a circle, It was empty so was my head. She wanted a glamorous theme which is nothing but bold and wanted me to combine it with a romantic theme, which is all soft and delicate. and add a touch of whimsical. A lot of stuff was already ruled out by them.

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14 May, Tuesday.

I was walking down the aisle, green flowers in my hand, all confused. And Why is my dress red? Shouldn’t it be white? I gasp as I look at my hair, They were black and curly.

I took a deep breath at the lack of any veil, and look above to see Lyra. A male version of Lyra standing at the end of the aisle. I stop dead in y tracks when she or He blows me a kiss. This is a dream, isn’t it? 

Stephen pulls me up the aisle while I pray for a miracle, anyone but Male Lyra. A wall breaks from the right and a carpet comes in with…Is Tristan riding it?! Tristan, the obedient boy on the flying carpet. I reach above and the carpet pulls me up.

“Your welcome, Mother Gothel,” He says smiling.

My eyes open with a jolt and I sit up. “What the f**k,” I whisper. My eyes widen. Male Lyra, ew ew ew ew, I cringe the hardest I have ever cringed in my life. Maybe I should take a break. Maybe I should quit and open a lock and key store. No key gonna appear as my Groom and No lock gonna come to save me.

I cringe one more time just in case I haven’t done right in the first session and throw the blanket away. Yanking my feet in annoyance, I move out of bed to the washroom. I splash water on my face. Why the hell was Tristan guy coming to save me?

I walk out and check the time. It was 12, I needed to be with the Knights at 1. I was late.

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‘Two years ago, this woman had captured my attention twice in a week. First when she saved some junk from my bullet, and second when I went eating. And now this woman turns out to be Lyra’s wedding planner, Which means she’ll be around as long as I am around.

And she had again managed to capture my attention. It was rare that I notice women, or give them much engagement. And here she was being able to grab at my eyes and brain all three times, with bravery the first, innocence the second, and now the third time with beauty.

I imagine what more was to come,’

Tristan had a pencil in his hand twirling it around, and the other hand resting under his head. His eyes closed and his mind to her, It had been like that for a while when the door knocked and Avangeline came in. Seeing her Tristan sat up. He knew she came to tease him and he could do nothing but bear with her.

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I paid for the taxi and adjusted the belt to my dress. I was wearing a white crop top and white lace mesh dress that reached my calf, and long brown boots. My hair was in a bun with my curtain bangs hanging forward. I showed my Id, smiled at the guards, and went in.

After a long walk, I reached the door.

“You were to arrive at 1,” I hand stopped at an unfamiliar yet soothing sound. I turned around to find Tristan, “And it’s 1:25 by now,”

I never grasp the concept of husky and deep voices until today. It was a beautiful sound.

“Ummm…I slept late and woke up late…and there was traffic,” By now he was standing in front of me. His eyes were dark, almost like coal. I took a soft breath and he raised his brows. Why is his face so familiar?

“May I,” I looked down to see my hand at the knob and realized I was again staring at him. I also realized that he was waiting to reach the knob and go in.

“Oh, Yes, Yes, Please,” I opened the door for him and he went in, I watched his retracting figure and something clicked in my mind.

He was on my date, my only date with Justin and he was with us in the lift. He was the guy, I imagined I saw a gun, and then the owner of the restaurant was killed. I gulped. My eyes cast what I was thinking, blinking and moving left to right. Was he the one? Did I actually see the gun? Is he a murderer?