Chapter 2 The wedding

"Lila Lila Lila" The priest called out to me, jolting me back to reality.

"Your vows" the priest whispered urging me to say my vows to Peter.

I obliged.

"I take you Peter to be my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do us part" I recited with zero joy.

For the rest of the ceremony, I couldn't act fine and so it was pretty clear to all who cared to notice that I wasn't fine.

"Please smile ,ma." The photographer called out to me.

What exactly am I to smile for? The fact that I'm married to this devil? Or the fact that I would be identified as a rich man's wife? No! Not enough reason for me to give away my smile on this horrible day.

I posed for the camera and gave a very sickly smile. That picture made the ugliest picture of myself.

As the day dragged by slowly, I could only wish for everything to stop.

My sisters seemed most happy. They danced and ate so much that I got angry.

I thought we all hated Peter together, why do they seem so excited? Missy even took over a hundred pictures with Peter, holding onto him so tight.

I looked away, I was pissed. I glanced around until I focused my gaze on my mom.

My mom sat still, unresponsive to her surroundings. As I stared at her, I knew something was wrong.

She never forgave Peter for what he did to me, but she couldn't let her husband die.

That day she got back and saw the blood, she screamed "What happened here?" She asked as she ran towards me who was now on the floor.

"Call 911" she yelled at nobody in particular.

Missy took the phone and dialed the number.

I woke up in the hospital hours later, with my mom by my side, and Peter's parents standing at the foot side of my bed.

"We're sorry about what happened Mrs Peels, Peter would be punished for this" Mrs King said as she moved closer to pat my mom on her back.

Peter never visited me at the hospital, and he never came to our house anymore. Everything was back to normal for me.

I enjoyed spending time with my sisters, and they felt remorseful,so they cared more for me.

They never spoke to Peter again, atleast not in my presence. They avoided him like a plague just as I did. We would walk past him without staring at him or even saying a word to him.

But why they are so happy today, I don't know. Missy has been all over the place since she got here. You could even mistake her for the bride, except that she's not on white gown.

My dad couldn't be here. He's been in the hospital for the past 3 months battling for his life. Peter has been funding all the hospital expenses.

This is the main reason I'm getting married to him.

As we drove home that day in Peter's Benz, all I could think of was a revenge plan. I'm not interested in growing to love him like Shayla adviced me.

I want to bring him down and that's all I care about.

As I pondered on these, I noticed Peter move. He started moving closer to me,and before I could ask anything, his voice came up

"You're my wife now" Peter said to me in his baritone voice

"You're finally mine, my woman and you'll do my biddings now" he chuckled as he said.

I was silent. Angry and sad at the same time.

He touched me, gently moving his hands around my body and sniffing as he called out "my wife"

I shoved him off as I cried "let me be"

He didn't stop, he held me by my neck tightly as he turned my head to his direction, forcing a kiss on my lips, I struggled to break out,but got myself injured as he bit my lips.

"You don't always have to be stubborn Lila. We were made for each other, you just have to accept that fact" he stated and moved away from me.

I said nothing, and for the rest of the journey home, we said nothing.

He is rich, really rich. As we drove by I looked at the houses built in this part of the country where he resides.

Everything screams wealth, from the cars that shared the road, to the magnificent houses that stood tall and beautiful.

Peter never really suffered as a kid. He had everything he needed and now, he runs one of his father's company as the CEO.

Peter is my husband now. As we stepped into his apartment, he shoved his wealth at me, giving me a tour of his apartment

"We'll be staying in the same room,so bring in your bags to my bedroom" He called out as he moved towards the bedroom.

I couldn't move, I was stuck and before anything, I started crying.

"My whole life is about to end" I thought

Reality was setting in now and sadness overwhelmed me.

"What are you doing standing there?" Peter asked, raising a brow

"Nothing" I replied sharply as I wiped my eyes.

"Then come on, it's going to be a long night" Peter replied and continued moving.

I followed gently behind Peter, fixing my gaze on nothing in particular.

"Welcome to where you deserve to be" Peter said smiling at me.

He walked slowly towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Here, when I say bend, you bend. When I say squat, you squat. When I say stand,you stand. You do everything I say here" He said with a commanding tone.

"Can I survive this?" I questioned myself as I broke down in tears.

Peter drew me close to himself and cleaned my tears with his thumb, then gently he placed my head on his chest and wrapped his hands around me .

"Sheesh, don't cry princess" he said scornfully.

"This can work, you should...." He was cut short by the loud ring of my phone.

As I reached for my phone, he held my hand back and collected my phone.

Peering into the phone, he seemed to be dissatisfied by who the caller was.

Out of fury, he smashed my phone.

"What did you do that for?" I asked surprised.

He pushed me away and turned around, pacing .

As I bent to pick my phone, he came running to where I was and grabbed the phone from the ground.

"Oh Peter! Don't be crazy. Give me my phone" I said angry as I moved towards him.

"I want you to delete Jerry's number and never speak to him again" Peter said with fury.

" I can't do that. I still love...."

Before I could finish my statement,he slapped me and pushed me to the floor.

"You're my wife now. And in this room, you do whatever I say" Peter yelled and walked out leaving me on the floor with tears dropping down my cheeks.