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My fingers trembled as I stood in front of the priest, hand in Logan’s as we said the vows. My voice trembled and it fascinated me a great deal that none of the people seated on all those pews could stand up and speak about how strange this wedding was.
I had a bleeding nose, blood splashed across my face, my make up smeared on the wrong places and my white wedding gown was stained and dirty all over. But nobody could say anything about it, not even the priest.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
Of course they all knew Logan, nobody wanted to interfere or meet an early death.
When we’d first walked in, I’d seen the surprise in his mother’s wide eyes as she saw me. So was Elina and the rest of the family. There wasn’t an outsider here except for Logan’s men and so far they were all the same people.
When Logan slipped his ring into my finger, I knew this was it. I felt caged for some reasons and felt it impossible to leave at this point. I knew a simple band around the finger meant nothing but I couldn’t help the foreboding feeling of doom.
I noticed Graziella seated at the back of the room, her face changed. She was the only one aware of what had happened out there and it beat me that she wouldn’t say anything. I understood though. How could she say anything when it was obvious nobody in this room would do anything. Not even Dylano who’s seated next to his girlfriend. Surprise and confusion was all written in their faces but nobody to ask.
There was a party back at his parents home for us after here but I wasn’t sure if I had the stomach for it. All this was wrong.
After the vows and pronouncement, Logan kissed me passionately like it was the last time he would ever kiss me so. And it scared me. Then he pulled my hand and started to drag me out of the hall. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach and I thought I was going to throw up. Everyone in the room rose to their feet and watched us exit the hall, none daring to say a word. His men followed till we reached his car, with it’s door pulled open.
His grip on my wrist was painfully tight yet I couldn’t say or do anything about it. Now we were married for better or worse. Right now it was only for worse, there wasn’t better days ahead. I stopped in front of the open door to look at his eyes. They were icy cold and held no remorse of any sort. They were cold and heartless. Mine were teary and I knew I would break down if I stood longer there. So I looked down.
” Get in. ” he ordered and I did immediately. I pushed myself inside and he sat next to me.
As soon as he was comfortable right next to me, he turned to face me, a deranged smile plastered on his face as he spoke ” welcome to hell, my beautiful bride. ”
I gulped hard. I’d never been so scared of someone my entire life. I tried to speak but nothing seemed necessary to say at the moment. The car roared to life and sped off, his other cars right behind us.
The windows were dark and impossible for me to see the outside. I stayed put as the car drove for what felt like forever till it came to an abrupt stop and the doors flew open. I stepped out reluctantly, only to come in contact with a darkening cloud and an airport, with a single black airplane seated on it.
I thought I stopped breathing at the sight of the airplane. Where was he planning on taking me? This was madness. He was going to kill me right after I step foot on that plane.
When he walked over from the other side of the car and tried to take my hand, I pulled away and stepped back, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
“No….” Was all my wavering voice could muster up.
Logan’s hand remained open in front of me as he waited for me to take it but I refused to.
” Do not make me say it again, Layla ” he warned, although without a trace of anger this time. But I didn’t trust him. He was Logan.
His men stood around us in circle like soldiers.
I shook my head negatively, fear eating me inside out as I watched his cold eyes and the serial killer smirk on his lips.
” Where are you taking me?” I managed to push out the disturbing question.
Logan’s smile widened and he closed the distance between us. My legs are rooted, my body paralyzed and I just stood there till his body was pressing up against mine and his fingers running up my arms and leaving goosebumps there.
His face moved in close till they reached my ear and he whispered ” when two people get married, what happens next?”
He pulls back and I watched his face, a tear sliding down my cheek as the thought occured to me.
” We’re going on our honeymoon, my beautiful bride ” he adds with a grin I couldn’t get over. It was frightening.
He roughly grabs my arm and pulled me towards the airplane whose door was already pulled open. Logan dragged me up the steps and into the airplane.
And then we were airborne. I was flying to my doom and I couldn’t do anything about it. A while ago I was willing to die because of all the guilt accumulated inside me for killing Emily but right this moment, I was scared out of my mind and I just wanted this to go away. I didn’t want to go anywhere with Logan.
And most importantly, I didn’t wanna die.