Chapter 3 STACY

Stacy's point of view

I got back to my apartment, very worried. 'What should I do?' I thought in my head. But then, memories of what Greg did to me flooded my mind. I realized he used me. I saw my decision made no difference. I regretted my actions for getting married to Greg. If I had known, I should have just married Sabastian five years ago and save myself from the stress I went through.

Five years of disobeying my father and I had nothing to show for it. Instead of depriving myself of that good thing my father had for me, I decided to do the needful.

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"Hello, Mr Paul. Get ready a convoy of ten expensive cars. I am returning home today." I said those words when Paul picked my call.

It appeared like a news flash on Paul's face. "You are returning home today?" Paul's voice rang out with excitement.

"Yes. I am returning to take my rightful position." Hearing my words, Paul replied positively. "I will get the cars ready. When do you plan on going?"

I gave it a slight thought. "1:00 PM. Be here promptly." After saying those words, I hung up the call.

A smile dashed through my lips and I returned the call of my father. He picked up. "Father. I am coming home today and I have accepted to marry Sabastian." When my father heard my words, his heart was filled with excitement. He never expected I would give him a reply so soon.

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Hours ran into hours. I wore an exquisite mini blue gown. It was graced with an expensive purse. The time is 1:00 PM. I stepped out of my apartment. Mr Paul would never disappoint.

The total terrace was filled up with over ten cars. I was surprised because I initially asked for ten cars. Mr Paul walked up to me.

"I am happy that you have finally decided to return home. Ten cars are ready to take you on the journey." Hearing that from him, I arched my brows.

"There are more than ten cars here." Mr Paul spoke in defense. "I am sorry for the overdo. I deem it fit to impress you." My lips curved with a smile at his words.

"It's nothing to worry about. Let's get going." Everyone entered the car.

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I stepped down from the luxurious car. My eyes were on the beautiful mansion. It had been a long time since I had my eyes on it. To my surprise, different servants were standing to welcome me home.

Getting close to them, they all bowed their heads and they spoke in unison. "Welcome back home!" The echoes of their voice went throughout the environment. I stepped into the mansion with Mr Paul by my side.

To my amusement, my father was waiting for me inside. Getting to see me when I stepped in, he rose to his feet and he walked up to me. "Daughter. Five years of separation. I am happy you are here again." He hugged me.

I felt pain twisting my heart. My eyes welled with tears as I recounted the day I made the decision to disobey my father's orders.

After the hug, "please have your seat." I sat down on the couch.

"I am happy you are here to claim your position as the heiress of the Watson's empire. In order for this to be a fruition. Sabastian, your soon to be husband is heading here." Hearing that, I twisted the helm of my skirt. I became nervous.

While I was unsettled, I received a call on my phone. Checking it, it was from my secretary. I picked it up. "Hello. The police asked if they should release Mr Greg or have him detained until he pays up." I took a deep sigh. If it was to weigh the pain Greg made me go through, I won't let him off my hook. But then, I decided not to make him suffer since he had learned his lessons.

"Tell them to release Greg. I have no use of him." I ended the call before my secretary could respond.

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Few hours later. Sabastian walked into the mansion with his father; Mr Leo. My father stood on his feet to welcome him.

"I am sorry for calling you impromptu. You are welcome."

Leo took a deep sigh before he replied. "It's nothing. I heard your estranged daughter has returned."

"Yes. I am sorry for the wait of five years. I told you she will return."

Sabastian and his father had their seats. My father looked at Sabastian and he spoke to him. "Do you like my daughter?" It took Sabastian a moment to reply to my father. He took a long look at me. It doesn't look like he liked me at all.

I felt my heart racing, scared of being rejected. Then he spoke his mind. "Your daughter is indeed beautiful to behold. I like her figure." His response swept me off my feet. I had once thought he would reject me.

"In that case, would you like to marry her?" My father asked and he replied without wasting time. "Yes. In fact, I want to marry her today." Sabastian's response pleased my father.

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On the day of the wedding. I was in the front of the crowd in my wedding dress. I never knew today would come to fruition. I had avoided today for five years and now I had to face my reality.

"Miss Watson Stacy. Do you accept Mr Sabastian as your lawfully wedded husband?" Hearing that, I swallowed the saliva in my mouth. I knew I didn't love him even though I stared directly into his eyes. I was only doing this just to get to my rightful place.

"Yes. I do." The pope turned to Sabastian. "Do you accept Miss Stacy as your lawfully wedded wife?"

Sabastian looked deep into my eyes. I felt he was lusting after my body. "Yes, I do." He replied firmly.

"With the power conferred on me. I hereby pronounce you as man and wife." "You may kiss your bride." Sabastian stared into my eyes. I felt a seizure in my heart.

For five years, I haven't kissed any man other than Greg. Now, I realized I have to kiss a man I do not love at all. Sabastian was a stranger to me. I thought he would take it easy on me only for him to pull me to himself and kiss my lips.

I forced my lips out of his when I realized it was taking too much time. That single act of his proved my instincts; Sabastian is in love with my body.

While we turned to face the crowd, I was soon shocked to see Greg among them. His eyes reddened and I saw him clenched his fist. He stood on his feet and he started walking up to me.

The fear in my heart increased. I hope Greg wasn't trying to do something ridiculous.