It was finally the day of the wedding of the century. The wedding was between Ryan Blaqk, the youngest multibillionaire and CEO of the Blaqk industry, and Angela Dalton, the heiress of the Dalton family, who was also a famous socialite. These two families joining together would be so powerful, but it was the Dalton family that was going to benefit the most, as the Blaqk family was already united in whatever they did.
I wore a royal blue sequin gown that dazzled in the sun. The gown ran below my ankle, but I was still able to showcase my beautiful legs and my heels because of the slit that started just below my knees. I did quite a simple make-up look as I did not want to draw any attention to myself, and also, I was not even a proper guest at the wedding. I just came to work. I parked in the parking lot of the hotel, as I did not want to draw any attention by parking while the red carpet was taking place. Before I came down from my car, I grabbed my bag that had all the things I needed, including a mini camera. I wanted to bring a bigger one, but the Blaqk family had already provided for a videographer, so there was no need. I packed my mini-notebook so that I could use it if necessary. The seven hotels where the wedding was being held were also owned by the Blaqk family; they had already cleared the entire hotel, and only the guests of the wedding were allowed entry. Before I came in through the backdoor, I had to show them my ID and my entry card. They checked me for weapons and so on before I was allowed entry. When I came in, I saw the staff that were responsible for the wedding running up and down in an attempt to put everything in their place. I saw a middle-aged, elegant-looking lady who was standing in the middle of the commotion as she gave instructions. I knew she must have been the one who was in charge. “And you are?”She asked me while I approached her while still giving directions to the staff on where to place stuff. “My name is Eliza Greene, from the new company, and I am here to cover the wedding,” I told her humbly, as I did not want to cause problems immediately after I arrived. "Oh, so you are the journalist,” she asked nonchalantly. "Yes, I am,” I confirmed once again. "Well, Miss Greene, you are late,” she said as she walked away, and I had no choice but to walk after her while trying to match her footsteps. “I am not late; you guys said I should come by eight o'clock," I said while struggling to match her pace. “The time is two minutes after eight, Miss Greene; there is a lot you could have done with those two minutes that you lost,” she said as she continued working, and I wanted nothing more than to talk back at her.She was so annoying, but I took a deep breath because I knew that even the simplest person at this wedding may have more power than me, given that the woman was the one supervising everything. She came to stop at a door and knocked twice before she waited. “What are we doing here?” I asked her. "Shhhh,” she said, looking at me with slight disgust, and I just kept quiet while imagining a thousand ways I would have shushed her back if I had the power too. After some time, the door to the suite swung open, and I was graced with the sight of the bride, Angela Dalton. She was in a long bathrobe instead of her wedding gown.She was supposed to be ready because the wedding was about to start in an hour. Ignoring me,she looked so annoyed at Caroline's sudden interruption. “What do you want, Caroline? How many times did I tell you not to disturb me?" She shouted while I opened my eyes in shock; she was quite the character. I thought. “I am sorry, Miss Dalton; it is just that. Mrs. Blaqk said that I should take the journalist to your room once she arrived ." The arrogant woman suddenly became meek in front of Angela, and I could not help but sigh. Power was indeed everything. “Oh, hello,” Angela said, and after that, she did not even spare me a glance as she walked back inside her suit, and Caroline signaled for me to follow her in. “Miss Angela, the wedding will be starting in about an hour. Where are your bridesmaid and your makeup artist? You should have been ready by now,” Miss Caroline said while looking around the suit curiously, while Angela rolled her eyes at her question. "Everyone was annoying me, so I sent them out. I will do every f*cking thing for myself." She screamed frustratedly, and I could just work trying to look at every corner of her suit, but her face, Miss Dalton, was for sure a scary woman. “Okay then,” Caroline whispered before she went out, leaving me alone with this monster of a woman. I looked at her as she was going out with hopes that she would see the desperate pleas in my eyes, but she just ignored me and left me alone with Miss Angela. “Miss Angela…” I called out as I turned back to look at her, but I was in for a shock. Angela, who was originally in her bathrobe, now had staff attire on; she was wearing the uniform of the hotel scarf. “Quick, come and help me put my hair up in a bun,” she said with the utmost urgency. “Miss Dalton, what the hell are you doing?” I asked her in shock, praying inwardly that she was not doing what I guessed she was doing. “I have to run away from here, okay? I can't get married to Ryan,” she said hurriedly as she ignored me and started packing her essentials in a bag. “Miss Dalton, please calm down. I know you are scared. This is common with brides, but don't worry, you won't regret marrying Mr. Blaqk.I tried to persuade her. If it were a normal wedding of just any celebrity, God knows that I would have whipped out my phone and posted the news on my journalist's account at the fastest speed possible, but this was the Blaqk family wedding.I could not offend that family, and I knew that even though I did not post, I was still going to be in a lot of trouble if I saw the bride escape, but"did not stop her or let anyone else know. “How do you know that I will enjoy this marriage, hun?” She asked angrily. “Miss Dalt…” I started with difficulty, but she interrupted me. "At first I wanted this marriage, but now I have found someone much better; I have to leave. Have you ever seen Ryan? He is an absolute monster. I won't marry him,” she said as she reached the door, shocking me. She was actually only distracting me with her conversations. “Miss Dalton!” I called out in fear for my future as she slipped out. “Miss Greene, right? Please cover for me, wear my wedding gown, and marry Ryan for me. Thanks, darling” she said as she came back in with a mischievous smile before she slipped out once again. ‘What do I do? Why am I so unlucky?’ I asked myself inwardly. Why did Angela not think twice about the consequences of her action, especially for an innocent person like me? I was about to go out and run after her when the door of the suite opened, and seven people filed in. I only recognized five of them: the patriarch and matriarch of the Dalton family, Angela’s parents, and her elder brother, who managed a few of the Dalton businesses. They all looked at me with angry gazes as their eyes searched around for Angela. That was when I knew that I was doomed. “Where is my daughter, and who are you?” Angela’s mother angrily asked me as she violently clutched my gown.Gone was her soft and elegant attitude when she was in front of the press; she was just a monster. That was when I realized where Angela got her rotten attitude from. "I do not know, I swear,” I said while gently raising my hands to show my innocence. "I am Eliza Greene from the press agency, and Miss Caroline brought me here to interview young Miss Dalton, but as I was about to ask her the interview questions, she slipped away,” I explained with fear in my voice. “Go find her now." Mr. Dalton screamed, and someone who I guessed was his assistant nodded and ran out. “How could Angela do this to us?Angela’s grandmother said angrily. "Look, she left a letter,” her mother said, and everyone circled her, trying to read the letter, and I was no exception, even though I could not see a thing. “Dear mother,” her mother read out loud with trembling hands. "I absolutely cannot get married to Ryan. I know that he is handsome and the ideal man that you have always wanted for me, but I am in love with someone else.He is sweet, kind, and loving, and the reason I could not tell you about us is because I knew that you would reject our relationship, plus he is not rich. I know the Blaqk family might hate us a little after my election, but I trust Grampa can fix it, since he is very good friends with the patriarch of the Balqk family. Byee.”As she finished reading the letter, the poor, middle-aged woman broke down in tears. “How dare she? Does she know what she has cost the Dalton family? The Blaqk family cares about their reputation more than anything; they will definitely not let us off, especially Ryan,” her father shouted angrily. “It does not have to be like that,” Mrs. Dalton suddenly said, catching everyone's attention. “What do you mean?” Mr. Dalton asked, while the patriarch and matriarch looked at her expectantly. "Well, if the wedding goes on as planned, then the reputation of the Blaqk family will not be ruined, and they won't be that angry,” she said. “Are you saying that we should switch brides?” her father asked with incredulousness. “Yes. After the wedding and he finds out, we will tell him that she is the goddaughter of our family, and we will say the same to the media; we can just twist things," she said, and they all looked convinced. "Well, who is going to be the new bride then?” Mr. Dalton asked. "Well, it will be too dangerous to involve any more people in this matter, so how about the little journalist girl? Mrs. Dalton said while looking at me, and everyone followed to look at me. “What ?” I asked angrily.Chapter 8 “What ?” I asked angrily. How dare they pull me into their family drama? They actually wanted me to be fool Ryan Blaqk and get married in the place of their daughter. If I actually agreed, I would not even know how I passed away. “You have to do it,” Mrs. Dalton said condescendingly. “I won't. I am sorry, but I will not marry Mr. Blaqk at your daughter's place. It is not my freaking fault your daughter decided to run away, so why do I have to suffer for it?" I screamed. Yes, I was scared of the two bigshot families, the Dalton’s and the Blaqks, but I was even more afraid of the Blaqks. “Whether you like it or not, you are already involved in this matter; you have no choice but to do what we say, unless we make you wish you were dead. I will ruin your career, your family, and everything."Mrs. Dalton threatened, but the rest looked like they agreed with her method. “I am sorry, but do whatever you want to do to me; I will not suffer for the crimes of your family. Yes, I am
I sat in the car, trying my best to block out the event that had just taken place, the shocked places of the the guest when they found out that I was the bride and not Angela, how I met plenty both shots who I never even dreamt of meeting them, but they all showed me respect, as Ryan's wife. I literally got married to Ryan Blaqk, the Ryan Blaqk, but I did not feel good about it, even after all the respect I was getting, I was used as collateral damage for the mistake that Angela made, and I hated the Dalton family so much because of that. Too bad I now had to act like their lovely goddaughter from then on in public. The Blaqk family made Mr Dalton give a speech during our wedding reception, and in that speech, he addressed me as his goddaughter, which cleared the air of doubt for the guests. I could only watch helplessly as the event that determined my happiness took place without my consent. I wanted to lift up my dress and run away, just like Angela did. But I knew that after the
Just as I was thinking of how to overpower my body and stop, Ryan suddenly stopped as if he read my mind. I looked at him with an inquisitive gaze while he took a deep breath as his head was buried in the nape of my neck. “I would not mind having you right here, but you are not ready,” he said, and once he said this, he walked away like nothing had happened. Leaving me shocked and confused, but weirdly wanting more. *** Due to my persistence, Ryan allowed me to use a pillow to demarcate the bed. I inwardly laughed at my hypocrisy, like I was not just about to sleep with Ryan some hours ago. The lights were off, and we were ready to sleep. “When are we leaving?” I asked him. “So what was the point of coming here? We could just have stayed at your family hotel in the first place,” I said angrily as I cursed at his stupidity in my mind. “I was right back then; you are stupid,” I whispered, but unfortunately, he still heard me. "Stupid, hun?” he asked, making my cheeks flush. “No,
“What did you say?” I asked him with a confused smile. I was really hoping, but I heard him wrong. “I said you are fired, Eliza,” he said while trying to avoid contact. Was it because I published the article late, but I already explained my situation to him? No, that could not be the reason. “But why?” I asked with a shaky voice. “Is it because I did not publish that article last night; I already told you my predicament and you understood why, or is it because I came late twice in a role? Why would you do this to me?” I asked angrily, especially because I did not expect Look to fire me since we had a little bit of friendship between us. “I am not the one who fired you, Eliza,” he suddenly said as he looked up and finally made eye contact. “It was the CEO; he said you offended someone important." Luke explained, and I just looked at him with a confused gaze. I was sure that it was definitely not the Blaqk family or the Dalton family that got me fired, since I practically did them a
Instead of going back home, I decided to make a turn to go to my uncle's house. When I got there, I was stopped by the security, and they had to get permission from my uncle before I was allowed to enter. My body seethed with anger; they had the guts to occupy the home that my parents left for me, and they did not even let me come in and go freely. They were all snakes. I went to their ‘house’ to make one thing clear to them: that I was going to cut all ties with their family and that I would be their enemy from now on. Without thinking twice, I got down from my car and catwalked into the small villa. The living room was empty, but I did not care. I took a seat and patiently waited. They knew I was around, but they took their time before they came down to meet me; that was how they always did. Their lowly minds wanted to establish a sense of superiority, but I never cared. When I heard footsteps, I looked right and saw that it was my uncle and aunt, and when she made eye contact w
"That must be the person Ryan sent over,” I mumbled to myself when I heard my doorbell ring. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door. “Why is it you?” I asked with surprise and a slight anger in my eyes. “You don't look very happy to see me, Eliza,” he said, with his hands in his pockets. “Uhm.. no. I was just expecting a different person," Istammered, but he did not seem to care anymore as he turned around and walked back to his car. “Tomorrow I will be taking you to the Blaqk family house,” Ryan said after a pregnant pause in the car on our way to his house. My eyes opened wide at his sudden statement, and I could not wait to object. Why did I have to meet the Blaqk family? “Why?” I asked with unwillingness in my voice. "It does not matter the circumstances in which we got married; we are still a married couple." "Oh," I said disappointingly. After driving for thirty minutes, we finally arrived at Ryan's estate. I was marveling at how grandiose everything was. Th
Chapter 14The next day, I woke up to the sight of maids filling up my walk-in closet with custom-made outfits. “What is going on?” I asked a bit angrily as my sleep was interrupted, plus they entered with information. “Good morning, madam,” the maid said reluctantly, but I was not in the mood to care about that. "Yeah, what is going on here?” I asked again. "Master Blaqk asked us to bring these clothes up to your room,” she said. “And why did you guys not notify me before entering my room?” I asked, causing the remaining maids to pause in their steps. “We did try knocking, madam, but you were not answering. We asked Miss Mary, and she told us to just enter.” The maid said, and I seethed with anger. “Starting today, you guys will not enter my room without my knowledge," I told them, and they all nodded and got back to work. I sighed and decided to have my bath and prepare for my meeting with the Blaqk family. I sighed at the thought of meeting those people. I really wished I c
Chapter 15I walked into the large sitting room with Ryan by my side while being scrutinised by the members of the Baqk family. Ryan’s grandfather and mother were rarely in the sight of the media, but Ryan’s younger brother Matthew was very famous in the media for his frivolous ways; he even had an illegitimate son due to him sleeping around. When the matter was widely publicised, the Baqk family had no choice but to accept the child."Sit,” Mr. Blaqk, Ryan’s father, said as he motioned for us to sit on the only free couch left.I sat down, looking a bit casual, while Ryan looked unrestrained; he seemed like he did not care about his parents."Miss Greene, we appreciate you for the help you have given the Blaqk family,” he started, while I nodded nervously.“But we need to know when you two will divorce and end this sham of a marriage," he asked while looking nonchalant. I looked at Ryan, as I too wanted to know if Ryan was really serious about our marriage being for life.“We are not