Chapter 4 A Wedding of Damnation

Emilia was held prisoner of a sin she didn't commit. She was placed in a pretty room, but she couldn't even appreciate it as the million and one thought ran violently through her head. Emilia wasn't a weakling but she needed her father, it was ironic because most of her growing years, he had been her funny and charming father, he had never really been her protector, as early as age thirteen, Emilia had confronted their young neighbor after she had dented her father's car. He had come home crying and of course he had been drunk, Emilia had hated to see him that way.

She managed to get the reason from him, and Emilia had put on her coat and matched outside. She went to their apartment and knocked down their door. When the man had come she had pulled him to the car and showed him what his car had done. She threatened to tell the cops of the illegal drugs he possessed if he didn't fix it up. She held her family's phone in hand while she waited for him to fix it. Mr Murphy had become her friend after that and he even looked after them, threatening off people her father owed and taking her to school. Only if her father could come to her rescue just this once. She stood up from the perfectly comfortable chair and strolled over to the window. It would have been even more preferable if she was in a dirty cell with a cold floor and insect infested seats. It looked like a spa room. There were two pink lounge chairs on each end of the room and in the center was the large four seater seat she had been on, unless she was hallucinating, the chair also had a pullout bed. The curtain blind was very pretty and the POP done on the city was something she wouldn't mind looking at if she wasn't held prisoner. Earlier, three maids, dressed in full maid apparel brought in food, and Emilia was startled by the size. Long story short, she had only managed to get through the appetizer and even the dessert she had hoped to get through later still remained on the side table. Emilia wasn't going to cry, since she got here no leak of tears had dropped from her face. Now as she watched the water wave on the endless beach, she was holding it back even harder. It was even more beautiful the longer she looked, she guessed Russo was truly wealthy. Emilia didn't care much for wealth, it has always been stability for her. Stability had been the one to let her deny high office jobs because she wasn't sure of how much and how long they would be in the mood to keep her as a staff. Her box apartment was perfect for her, the same as her box office and her tiny car, she was sure they would always be there. So his wealth didn't intimidate her, it was what he would do to her that scared her. She hated being helpless and she hated Adrian Russo. The door opened and the same maids from earlier trooped in but this time there were two additional ones and they were moving with urgency. The one on the front held a box in her hand and she walked over to Emilia. "Good afternoon Madam, Master just arrived, and he has said you must be ready in ten minutes." She muttered and pushed Emilia into the wide closet linked with the room. "What the hell for?" Emilia protested and the maid gave her a note. She read it and her eyes widened in surprise. "What the hell? I am supposed to make this decision! Where is Adrian?" "He is downstairs, he says you must be drsssed when he sees you. So stay let us do that for you," she responded pulling of the crappy outfit she had on. Emilia was outnumbered Becase soon, the other ladies joined them and while the girl brought out a dazzling dress the others worked with her hair Where is she?" Adrian's chill as ice voice called as he entered the room, she stood up quickly and went to meet him there. "Why are you such a brute? What is all this about?" She cried and he shook his head, running his hands through his full head of hair. "Your father has passed his verdict, he agrees that you remain with me, I'm a kind person and I want to save your dignity so there's a priest waiting for us downstairs. I heard you were a catholic, so I bullied him here. He would wed us and in six months, you can go do what you want. Dress up." He ordered and Emilia knew she couldn't do anything. She stared hard at him. "I hate you, I hate you so much it hurts my chest," "You get used to that pain. You're mine now, the sooner you accept it the better it will be for you," he whispered and walked out of the room. She stood there livid, unaware of what the outcome would mean ***** "You're pacing again," Leonard, Adrian's close mate muttered and he stopped abruptly. There was an officiator in the large living room ready to call them husband and wife and the gang members were there as witnesses. Adrian didn't stray far from his normal style, he wore a black pants trouser and a white suit shirt. His mop of blonde hair framed his face obligingly and his eyes were cold and distant. "I need to get this over with, I hate the whole foolish institution." He responded just as the men stood up and Emilia descended the stairs. She was a sight to behold. Even with the deep scowl on her face and her unsteady gait, she made her way down expertly, he imagined the amount of pep talk she had done to have that much confidence. She got to the front of the fireplace, the same position she had first been thrown when she had come. She had a smug look on her face. "Are you ready?" Adrian asked and she said nothing. The priest began the ceremony and all of the house workers stood watching the odd union proceed. Emilia avoided his eyes for most of the dialogue, if she looked into his deep blue she would burst into tears. The priest cleared his throat and the large room was quiet. "Is there anybody who is against this union? Speak now or forget hold your peace," It was quiet, and nobody imagined there would be any objection, but when the priest was about to proceed. The door opened and a voice boomed loud across the room. "I am!" A voice said and all eyes went to the door. Emilia held her chest and sat down on the floor. "Thank goodness,"