Chapter 10 10

Hailey's POV.

I've always dreamed of how my wedding would go down.

I hoped that I would meet a gentle man and we would have a beautiful outdoor wedding in a lush garden on a warm summer day, where the sun shines gently through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Where I, The bride would be dressed in a stunning white wedding gown and i would walk down the aisle, surrounded by my closest friends and family.

Where my hair would be styled perfectly, and my smile would radiate joy.

Where my husband, the groom, in dashing in his tailored suit, would wait at the altar, beaming with anticipation. And as i, the bride approaches, he can't help but smile even brighter.

Where the ceremony is intimate and heartfelt, with personalized vows and a special unity ritual.

And as we exchanges rings and seals our love with a kiss, the guests will erupt in cheers and applause.

And the reception that follows will be a lively celebration of love, friendship, and family.

And there will be delicious food, music, and dance will fill the air, as we would share our first dance as husband and wife under the stars.

And perhaps it was similar but it wasn't the same.

Instead, my wedding was a traditional arranged marriage wedding in a grand, opulent hall.

The atmosphere was formal and solemn, although with guests dressed in their finest attire.

I was dressed in a intricately designed white wedding dress and i looked stunning but I was visibly nervous.

After my visit to Dylan's family home weeks ago, I could feel the weight of his family expectations and obligation hanging heavy on my shoulders.

Dylan, handsome in his formal attire, appeared calm and collected when he came to see me earlier but I could feel his eyes betray a hint of uncertainty.

I know this marriage is necessary for his honor and business ties, but if only these people knew the real truth behind all of this.

And as the ceremony began, my hand trembled slightly as I exchanges vows with Dylan.

"To love him in sickness and in truth, for better-"

The air felt thick with tension, and I could feel the guest watching us with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny.

How could they not?

When Dylan O'Brien, the most sought bachelor is getting married to his secret girlfriend with no impressive family background.

They're all beaming in curiosity and perhaps fuming deep down that he chose me over them.

If only they knew that I wasn't actually chose to be his wife but his tool of pleasure.

My mind wandered to my dreams of love and freedom that I had one day wished I would get but now I had to sacrifice all that for my family's sake.

Or perhaps, this was simply because I couldn't escape this contract even if I wished to.

I couldn't help but wonder if Dylan was thinking about this too, maybe he could be thinking he was making a mistake by sacrificing his own desires for the sake of obligation.

Or maybe he wouldn't be thinking that especially since he hasn't actually sacrificed his desires.

It was more like he had killed two birds with one stone in my opinion.

And as we exchange the rings and seal this union, my eyes welled up with tears of anguish, and I watched Dylan's determined expression.

The guests applaud politely, but my heart remained heavy with uncertainty.

The reception that followed was lavish affair, with elaborate food and decorations.

However, I could feel tension building as Dylan glanced at me at intervals. And although alot of people came to say hello to me as a newly wedded bride, their interactions with me felt forced and awkward.

And as the night wore on,I felt nervous thinking about the dance for only the bride and the groom.

Dylan seemed happy, well he was, being my captor and all but here I was trapped in a union that has been predetermined for me.

How can I possibly navigate the complexities of my new life with him?

"Wipe that scrowl off your face and dance like you're the happiest woman on earth!" He snapped as we danced around the center of the ballroom as man and wife.

"Sorry." I mumbled as I tried to get my heart into the dance.

"Whatever, I'll give you a signal soon, we're leaving." He said.

"What?" I raised my brows.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's our wedding night." He shrugged.

"What does that have to do w-" I tried to say but paused when I realised.

"Right, we have to consummate the wedding." He smirked.

"But.." I tried to refuse as I thought of what to say to him.

"It's your job Hailey." He reminded.

"Your job is to satisfy me." He said coldly.

"Just because we've having a wedding, you didn't really think I was marrying you for real now, did you?" He scoffed and pulled away to look into my eyes as if to mock me.

"Exactly." He shrugged.

"Now, when I give you the signal, you take it."

"I expect you to be naked and wet for me by the time I'm ready to take you." He whispered and although it made my entire body vibrate.

My heart was shattered once more by the reality of my life.

I was no new bride.

I was a slave.

A tool of pleasure.

A skivvy.

A tart.

And my job was to satisfy this man who had taken me in with no questions asked.

I was to give myself freely to him and not as a man would take a wife but only for whenever the need arises.

My heart was shattered to millions of pieces and I couldn't even cry, less I ruin this wedding.

And as Dylan walked away from me after the dance, he smiled at me and I guessed that was the signal he spoke about earlier.

I guess It was time for me to do the job I was paid for.