hapter 8
Three Years Later.
I thought I would live happily with my family forever, but everything began to change after my grandparents passed away one after another.
The initial warmth of my foster parents gradually faded, revealing their true nature.
“Do you know how much it costs to raise you?” my adoptive father Gerald would roar when drunk. “You’re nothing but a burden!”
Day by day, my room was moved to the attic, my clothes became hand–me–downs, and my voice was trained into a whisper.
The woman who once fearlessly confronted Adam Watson gradually disappeared amid the coldness and humiliation of my adoptive parents.
One night, I overheard my adoptive father Gerald and my adoptive mother Stephanie arguing in the study.
That piece of land Gerald roared.
s our only hope for a comeback!”
“But the Heznaya Group won’t sell it to us,” Stephanie’s voice was filled with frustration.
Then came an unsettling silence, followed by Gerald’s sudden burst of laughter.
“We have a perfect bargaining chip, right here in our house…”
I can’t hear what comes after this. But I don’t know why, in that moment, a chill swept through my body.
In the days that followed, my adoptive parents began frequently going out, returning with disturbing smiles. They started “caring” about me, buying me new clothes, and frequently mentioning the name “Heznaya” in my presence.
Until that day when Gerald coldly announced: “Congratulations, you’re getting married.”
I went downstairs and saw my adoptive parents the Jones sitting in the
room.
I went there and before I could say anything, Gerald said in the most bored and emotionless tone. “Congratulations, You, are getting married.”
I blinked
Upon seeing the most ridiculous and confused expression on my face Gerald turned to his wife and said. “Honey. please explain. I have no time for this bitch”
Stephanie took a deep breath and said. “Look Rozella we are aging up, you have nobody to support you when tires will get hard. So, we have decided to marry you to a handsome and charming man.”
1 blinked again.
Chapter 8
“No, I am not alone. I have my friends.” they paused and looked at me confused.
“Friends? and who are these friends of yours?”
“Yeah, friends. You know books? They are my friends, I love reading bo-” as I completed they bursted out laughing “b–boooksss–haahah”
“What’s so funny?”
They stopped and looked at me. “You’re kidding…right?”
“No“. I replied, and then what Stacy said brought tears to my eyes.
“Oh please, we know you are not smart enough to read books you’re a nerd with those big ass glasses on your face. I mean you’re not even a college pass”
I balled my fists as that was a touchy subject for me.
She looked at my hands and smirked.
“And what are those glasses? Like ewww grow up this is the 1st century nobody wears that anymore….no wonder you have no friends” she mumbled the last sentence.
I mean it’s not like she’s wrong. Whatever she said is right. No one likes me and honestly, I prefer it that way.
“Enough! you are getting married, his name is Kezr.” Whatever she said after I tuned out.
Kezr, that’s a really hot name. But what if it is one of those catfishers who is a bald guy in his late 50s with a and beard and is a pervert. I shuddered at that thought.
to belly
“But I don’t want to marry somebody like that. Why are you guys giving me away?” I said on the verge of my tears.
Gerald interrupted obviously fed up with this useless conversation. “Yes you will, we are getting a lot of money from this. You will do as we say. It’s a statement not a question. You’re a pathetic use of oxygen in our house. Might as well
make use of it”
I didn’t care about his insults anymore as I had much bigger issues to deal with like how he said money.
Money? what money? oh please don’t tell me they are selling me into human trafficking I have seen mafia books
about it and it is no where nice.
“Money? What have I done so you guys can sell me off?” I said with tears welling up in my eyes. “I will not marry someone just like that
“You’re talking as if you have a choice, which you clearly don’t.”
“Yes. The faster you do this the faster we can get rid of you.” Stacy said popping her gum and looking at her freshly –
manicured hands.
“b–but I pleas” I stuttered nervously.
Chapter 8
“No buts or pleads. We have always done everything for you why cannot you return our favor. Are you that ungrateful?”
I shook my head, “No. But I want to marry someone out of love.”
Stephanie’s eyes threw bullets at me, “Love? You have a boyfriend or something?”
“No ma’am” boyfriend? PAH–LEASE! Never heard of one.
Nobody likes a chubby 5’4, 21–year–old girl with glasses making her look like a nerd.
“Yeah….thought so. It’s not like anybody will like you. Now the only thing you need to know is the family is comin to see you on Tuesday.”
What?! That’s 2 days from now on. Not enough time to execute a plan!
With that, I came back to my room and plopped down on the bed thinking about my life choices.
Mama, papa. I miss you. Please make this turn out good for me.
After a Week
Walking down the aisle I felt tears in my eyes, at how my life is changing before my eyes. To not embarrass myself blinked them away rapidly.
I reached the stage. It was decorated with flowers and had seats in front of the stage. Only three people from and Kezr’s parents, a blonde guy and a girl similar to Mama Heznaya, were sitting in the seats.
my sic
We didn’t have many guests as I don’t have any friends and family nor did my lovely husband wanted anyone to know about this wedding.
I bunched up my dress in my hands and I took a step on the stage.
Uff…..Finally reached. It would have been embarrassing to fall in front of everyone.
I looked in front of me and woah! Baby Jesus.
There stood in all mighty. The one and only, Kezr Heznaya with his 6‘ height. He wore a gray brown tuxedo with his hair in short dreadlocks. He had a jasmine in his pocket.
My favourite flower. But I know it’s nothing but a mere coincidence.
His blue–green eyes were staring back at me with his mouth turned up in a scowl. I immediately looked down.
“Do you Kezr Heznaya take Rozella Jasmine Mogane to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Yeah Jasmine is my mama’s name, Hence the reason I love Jasmines.
1 looked up and he still had his scowl on his face. I looked down.
“I do” he said with a clenched jaw.
Chapter 8
What? He does?
He
was my last hope. That, maybe he was gonna say no and we both will be free, but no… his business means a lot to him and Iam just a buisness deal to him. Ouch.
I heard someone clear their throat taking me out of my thoughts.
I looked up and saw Kezr glaring at me and he nodded towards the priest.
“I–what?” Seeing my confused expression the priest said. “Do you Rozella Jasmine Mogane take Kezr Heznaya a your lawfully wedded husband?”
I swallowed a big lump in my throat and said,
“I–I do”
“You may now kiss the bride”
I completely froze with my eyes widened. I didn’t think this through. He is gonna kiss me. What should I do? Swerve or should I slap him?
He came closer and closer and……
He pecked my nose.
His
lips were warm on my nose and I felt tingles going down my back.
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