WEDDING MY NIGHTMARE

ELORA’S POV“Your husband is getting married right now at Drexel’s church.” The deep masculine voice on the other end stated, causing me to chuckle slightly. “I have no time for jokes. My husband is on a business trip, so try tricking someone else.” I snapped, slightly annoyed, before proceeding to end the call. “He was right after all, and you are just so gullible.” The voice responded before the line went silent. He had hung up. Weird! Placing it on the table, I proceeded to eat. However, every spoon I take only makes my curiosity eat me deeper as the stranger’s words reel around my mind. Just in time, my phone dings, and I quickly picked it up. The image came into full view, the behind of who seemed to look like Boaz, the same hairstyle, same height, and he was dressed in a suit. I felt my heart stop for a second while my breath hitched. Could it be true? “Come see for yourself, Elora.” Came the next ding, and somehow, that stirred something in me because before I could co

ORSON’S POV Elora Amoh! The name had replayed in my head for years. For so many years. It stuck in my mind like that incident—the beautiful, innocent little Elora who would never hurt a bee. For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart. I, Orson Wilson, one of the wealthiest figures in California, trailed behind her every time like a puppy. Not me directly, but I had eyes on her. The second I knew that her jerk of a husband had decided to marry her cousin, I knew I had to do something. But somehow, I feared that she would recognise me. But she doesn't. My eyes trailed over her again as we settled in the back of my car. The sweet scent of her mahogany hair oil filled the air. Her Almond-shaped Green eyes squirted as she read through the document she held. Her round face was etched with way too much seriousness. She had grown so much from the Elora I had known years back. S