Chapter 3 Change of Plans

Elena's POV:

My whole family stood before me. I could see the stern look on their faces. The guests were waiting, and everybody was beginning to talk.

Sarah glared at me with intense hate. Her first tightened by her side, and she clenched her jaw.

"Sarah, we were together. Please tell them I didn't do anything. Tell them I was drunk. I was waiting for you when a man tried to harass me, and this man in the picture saved me." I pleaded.

"How am I supposed to know? I left you to use the bathroom, and you ran off with another guy. Who does that? How could you've been heartless to Caleb? He has been there for you through thick and thin," she shouted.

My heart raced and I felt my chest tightened. Tears were rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably.

"Yes, the photos are horrible," I admitted, feeling desperate. "His hands were on my waist as we were leaving, and I didn't realise it was this bad. I was drunk. That doesn't mean anything happened at his place." I begged.

Sarah's accusations grew stronger.

"You weren't just drunk; your hands were all over him. The pictures don't lie. I never knew you always had eyes on other guys. I'm sure you lured him into sleeping with you." she spat.

I swallowed hard. "I swear nothing happened between us. I would never do that. He only helped me. Y'all have to believe me." I pleaded, tears and mascara streaming down my cheeks.

"I tried to reach you multiple times, Sarah. I passed out when he asked me for my house address. I only woke up in his house this morning.

"How disgusting. You left with him. Did you or did you not spend a night with him at his house?" Sarah demanded.

"I... I did," I stuttered, and I bowed my head in shame.

"That's it," Sarah concluded.

I turned to her in desperation, "Sarah, you have no right to treat me this way. You clearly know I was intoxicated, and I begged you repeatedly to head home." I voiced out in anger.

Zoey, who had been silently watching the confrontation, intervened. "Where did you get that picture? There must be a better explanation."

Sarah responded to Zoey, "Who are you to interfere in this matter? You should know where you belong."

My heart sank as I realised that I had been set up.

It can only be Sarah's plans.

My father, who had been listening to the conversation, finally spoke up. "Enough! I've heard enough." He paused and turned to everyone.

"Please, everyone, excuse us. I need to have a private conversation with my daughter." He said

Everyone walked out of the room, leaving my father and me alone in the room.

My father's facial expression was filled with disappointment.

"I can't risk the shame you've brought upon yourself. If this wedding doesn't hold, my family name is going to be the talk of the town. Most importantly, I can't risk losing the company and going to jail," he said.

I inhaled deeply, trying to catch my breath. "Dad, you have to believe me. It's not true." My voice cracked.

"I've decided to marry you off to Mr. Nicklaus Coleman today."