Trapped In Contract Marriage

Chapter 5

My heart started pounding like a drum, and my steps were heading towards the stage. I wanted to catch a glimpse of the man who helped me get out of jail. A powerful figure enough to my fate within an hour.

I was walking amidst thousands of people. The entire surroundings were decorated with flowers and lights in that dazzling hall, where many renowned faces were visible. Prominent artists, superstars, sports players – were all present on the guest list. Looking at the wedding preparations, it seemed like they had been going on for quite some time. No one can prepare so much in just two days. Then, the man in the black suit turned around.

A heavy breath escaped my mouth as our eyes met. I never imagined the person who made such cruel terms in the contract could be handsome as hell. Someone who was extremely stunning to appear on the cover page of New York magazine. I couldn't tear my gaze away.

In the realm of beauty, he stood as an ethereal creation. He possessed chiselled features, a great work of art. His strong jawline, and deep grey expressive eyes that seemed to hold secrets. His thick, dark hair cascaded effortlessly, adding to his magnetic charm. Was I really going to marry this person? I want to pinch myself, thinking it must not be true.

“Miss Crystal,” I distracted from gazing at him only to find he gave me his hands to get me up on the stage.

“Oh… Sorry.” I found everyone waiting for our marriage ceremony. A current surged within my body when I placed my hands into his.

I walked onto the stage and stood beside him. The ceremony had started. I missed my mother because I knew she must be the happiest woman on the earth after seeing this. I was tired of listening to her ranting ‘You should marry now.’, but unluckily she was not invited. I did not expect such beautiful preparation for my marriage, so I was scared to invite her before.

I glanced at him discreetly, but he never looked my way. He seemed self-absorbed. Maybe I was overthinking, as we hadn't spoken since that phone call. After talking to him, my misunderstanding would be cleared.

"George Dewsbury, do you take Crystal Harding to be your wife? Do you promise to be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honour her all the days of your life?" Father asked him.

He paused for a moment, I held my breath. I was nervous even though it was a mere contract marriage. The first line of the contract itself says we should have no emotional connection. George nodded,

"Yes, I accept Crystal Harding as my wedded wife." Hearing that voice again sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of the phone call.

"Miss Crystal, do you take George Dewsbury to be your husband?" Father inquired of me. The answer stuck in my throat. Did George ask me whether I was going to regret it? Is he really this dangerous? His face was as cold as ice but he appeared calm right now.

"Miss Crystal..." I snapped out of my thoughts and nodded.

"Yes, I do. I accept George Dewsbury as my wedded husband." As soon as those words left my lips, the entire hall erupted in applause.

Those two Asian girls appeared again and stood on both sides of the stage holding a platter with wedding rings.

“Now you may exchange your wedding rings.” Father instructed.

The girl went ahead. I picked a ring with a ruby embedded in the black gold. That’s what he chose for himself. It was weird who brought black gold for the wedding. I put it in his fingers and it fitted well, the room filled with the claps and cheers.

George picked up the wedding ring for me to wear. It was a blue diamond ring that looked quite expensive, with a sparkling quality, and its platinum seemed to be very pure silver. However, it appeared that the ring was quite small; a few sizes smaller than mine.

"Perhaps this ring won't fit me," I told George. But his reaction was as if he hadn't heard me at all.

He picked up the ring and started to put it on me. But just as I had anticipated, the ring was actually too small. It simply wouldn't go onto my finger.

"Ah... This ring... I can't wear it." I was in pain, and I was making a significant effort to conceal my pain in front of the crowd. George was so stubborn that he was forcefully trying to make me wear the ring.

"You will wear this ring no matter what happens." He grabbed my hand and forcefully attempted to put the ring on my finger.

He aggressively pushed the ring onto my ring finger, causing my finger to start bleeding as its skin tore.

"You put it in, but how will I take it off? It will cause..." I mumbled, observing the wound.

"Cause you're never going to take it off," he said with a warning tone. I gazed into his eyes. "Don't even dare to take it off." His voice was enough to send shivers down my spine.

He smiled at the audience, indifferently ignoring my wound. I too held the finger and hid the pain behind my smile. I do not like his attitude right now. Is it because he is super rich?

“Now you may kiss the bride,” Father said, and my heart started pounding like never before. I had not been touched by a man for a long time,

We faced each other. I locked my eyes with him, holding my breath. He was very charming from a closer look. Without saying anything, he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. His fingers clenched around my waist, the heat surged within me. Heat which was enough to melt me. I pressed my eyes, as he was getting closer. But before he could place his lips over mine, he paused just a centimetre away.

His warm breath stuck to my lips like a gust of heaty wind. I opened my eyes just to find he was staring with extreme hatred.

“Do you think I will touch your dirty body with my lips? Your cheap soul never deserves this place.” His haunted words brushed against my lips, those heavy vibrations behind his every word appeared as if they were going to pierce my skin.

“What... What are you trying to say?” I asked him, my voice trembling. Didn't he send the marriage proposal to me? Didn't he ask me to leave all my relationships behind?

“YOUR LIFE IS GOING TO BE HELL. I WILL f**k YOUR LIFE! GO f**k YOURSELF, I AM NOT GONNA KISS YOU.” He threatened me, pushing me back. People cheered with joy, whistled and the entire room was filled with congratulatory music. They thought he kissed me when he just f*****g warned at my mouth. Goosebumps erupted in my arms as the haunting words filled the air. What the hell did I do?

The contract marriage wasn’t an ordinary contract marriage I had seen around me. I stared at him again. I had never seen him before. It must be the first time that I have seen him. Why was there so much hatred for me in his mind, in his heart?

“You are both officially married now. Go and get blessings from the elders.” Father said and he grabbed my wrist tightly, there was a mild smile on his face.

“The marriage is over! I don't need anybody’s blessing now. Can I take my wedded wife with me now?” He smirked at the guest, walking out of the marriage hall. We arrived at the beach, and I was almost dragged by him when he walked faster. It was difficult for me to cope with his speed because of my heavy gown and high heels.

“George… Will you walk slowly? I cannot walk with you.” I held my gown in one hand as my wrist was recklessly gripped by him. But instead of slowing himself, he stepped even faster as if he wanted to win an invisible race. Is he deaf? Even if he is, he shouldn’t be blind.

“Don’t scream if you don't want me to grab your ass and f**k it here right now.” He turned and sharpened his colder grey eyes at me. I shivered with those words, considering the contract term. He can f**k me whenever he wants, wherever he wants.

“f*****g asshole.” I muttered, and walked faster.

“Wait until I f**k your ass hole.” He turned back, and gave me a frigid look. He probably heard what I said.

My heels were merging in the sand, it was difficult for me to walk. Unknowingly, my gown stuck into my sandals and I fell in the sand.

I screamed. His arrogant face stared at me, not giving a f**k about my scream. He didn't even move a bit to help me and pick me up from the sand. I somehow managed to get up, my gown’s lace was already stuck into my sandals.

“See what you did. My wedding dress has torn.” I pointed at the torn net, it was the prettiest dress I had ever seen, I ever wore. But now it was torn because of him. He stared at my upset face and thought for a moment. He bent down on his knees in front of me, and I widened my eyes. Just now he was aggressively pulling me and now he was kneeling in front of me. He slowly took the flare of my gown in his hands.

“Darling! I am really sorry to make you upset. This must be bothering you.” He tore it with his hands. My jaws dropped. He tore it up to my knees. “You look beautiful when you are upset, so I will continue to give you more reasons to get upset. Now walk fast.” He got up and cleaned his palms. He pulled me again to the corridor and the luxury suit of the island, which was decorated for our first night.