Chapter 3 Nightmare

Juliette Leclaire's POV

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride now." The solemniser announced.

No! No! Noooo!

I threw a solid punch right into Rogan's face when his puckered lips leaned towards me.

"Ouch!" A thunderous voice followed by a loud thud shook me back to reality.

I opened my eyes and found myself in the bed of my sister's bridal suite. I was still trying to catch my breath as I wiped the cold sweat off my face.

Was this just a dream? Thank god, this was just a dream...

Just when I broke into a wide smile of relief, a man stood up from the edge of my bed. It didn't take me long to register that he was none other than Rogan.

"That sure was one hell of a sucker punch, woman!" Rogan rubbed the left side of his cheek as he picked himself up from the floor. He was still in his groom's suit, without his jacket, but he had his sleeves rolled up to his muscular forearm and his shirt was unbuttoned down to his mid chest.

Ok, he looks hot, but does this mean the nightmare was real?!

When that moment of realisation sets in, an instant wave of cold shiver swept across my whole body, and I felt sick in the stomach.

"Are you okay?" He sat down by the edge of the bed and tried to check on me but I immediately sprawled away from him, using the pillow as my only form of defence against him.

"How did this happened? Where's Romeo?!" My voice trembled as I broke into hysterical tears.

"Alright, relax, would you?" He raised both of his arms in the air as he backed off.

"Firstly, you fainted the moment we got out of the chapel. Secondly, we couldn't find Romeo before the wedding, so that's how it happened." He explained nonchalantly.

"How could you do that? That's deceiving!" I yelled back.

"Oh, so now me standing in for my brother is deceiving? But you standing in for Julius isn't?" He retaliated, giving me the ridiculous look.

Darn it... why do I always end up being shamed by him?!

"Lost for words? Or do you have something to do with Julius's disappearance?" His cold eyes pierced through me.

"Of course not! I never wanted to do this if not for... you wouldn't understand..." I hung my head low in defeat.

Being married to this asshole already made me felt pathetic, and now I still have to be maligned by him. The reality now was just too hard a pill for me to swallow.

I held my arms tightly as I tried to overcome all this madness. The touch of fabric that clothed me soon made me realised I wasn't in my bridal gown, I was in a skimpy silk robe instead.

Wait a minute... why am I not in my bridal gown? Did Rogan changed for me?!

I crossed my arms over my shoulders and yelled at Rogan, "Did you changed for me?!"

How could he touch me and look at my body without my consent!!

"Chill... One of the maids changed for you. Besides, it's not like there's anything fascinating to begin with." He explained, not forgetting to throw an insulting remark at me.

"You! Jerk!" I roared at him and threw a pillow right at him. I wish I could spit fire at him if only I could!

My aim was sharp but he dodged the pillow swiftly like it was nothing.

"Listen, my parents have agreed to look for them with their own means, so we have not alerted the police. The last thing they want is to shake the shareholders' confidence, after all, Romeo is supposedly the heir to the Morgan Enterprise. We will leave for the airport to get back to Michigan first thing tomorrow morning. So watch what you say to the media." He said while pouring himself a drink.

"Michigan? No, I'm going back to Chicago, I've no business in Michigan," I rebutted.

He walked towards me and held my chin up towards him, "Did you just forgot that you are now Mrs Morgan? Fyi, your parents have already left for Chicago, like it or not, you're officially under the care of Morgan."

I swear to god this man has a knack of making my blood boil and driving me crazy. For the sake of my sanity and blood pressure, I can't imagine living with him for a day, let alone forever!

I slapped his hand off my chin and gave an angsty death stare, "Take your filthy hand off me!"With just one slight push, he pinned me onto the bed. I was heavily locked down by this towering tall beast, I have underestimated his prowess and stupidly landed myself in this predicament.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I shouted.

"I don't think that's how you should treat your husband," He narrowed his eyes into mine."This is just a paper marriage, only a fool will take it as real!" I snapped back.

His brows furrowed for a brief second before he leaned his face even closer to mine, I could felt his breath against my lips, the intimidation was real with the closeness between us. My body trembled uncontrollably as I continued to be pinned under him helplessly by his literal physical dominance.

He revealed a smirk and snickered, "Don't overestimate yourself." Then he released his grip on me and left for the door.

The chill within me resides.

What does he mean?

Gosh... one moment he appears like a goofball, the next moment he appears to be a powerful person that could be deadly. Who is he really? This man gives me nothing but creeps.

When the door shut behind him, my pent up emotions just poured out uncontrollably. For as long as I could remember, I have never cried this hard in my life before. There was just too much for me to bear.

Rogan Morgan's POV

I leaned against the door as her sobbing went on.

Do you really hate marrying me this much?

Did we really miss it all five years ago?