ELSA
I always thought my wedding would be just like a fairy tale, that my Prince Charming would take me away in a beautiful white horse and we would live in a beautiful castle, Okay maybe I’m over exaggerating but I really thought I would have a happily ever after, turns out I’m married I’m now Mrs Elsa Cortez or maybe to the world I am but to my husband……….
The beautiful vase, blue in color by my side is now in pieces a few miles from where it originally was next to me, talk of the devil Jameson Cortez is here he’s known for his legendary anger and ruthless behavior although he’s a scum a billionaire brat has nothing to show for asides for the famous Cortez surname but everyone fears him as if he was the devil or maybe he is, no one is brave enough to go against him
He threw another vase at the wall causing a deafening noise, i have to cover my ears but my hands are suddenly hurting I guess the glass shards are in my skin, true enough my eyes confirms my suspicions but that’s not the problem I need to talk to Mr Cortez
“Jamie, we need to talk more importantly I need you to listen” he shot me a cold look this time he picked two flowers vases and threw them at the wall, by now everywhere is filled with glass shards and I can see the maids upstairs peering at us obviously interested in what was happening.
Well I know that they all have one question in mind same as Mr Cortez only if he’ll let me talk, truth is I’m scared to death but if I’m going to live I need to explain because Mr Cortez will surely give me a burial if I don’t
“Jamie, please listen” he spun around and pinned me to the wall the glass made crunchy sounds under his shoes “The name is Jameson Cortez” his eyes were so red with anger and my soul dropped to the deepest part of me but still I have to say my bit
“Jamie, I mean Jameson I can explain I…..
“Just shut the f*ck up Elsa what the hell are you doing in my house as my bride when I’m supposed to be married to your sister you’re supposed to be Amelia”
I’m supposed to be scared right now but being so close to him for the second time today for the first time in church I lift my head to look at him.
Right now, staring at him closely, he wasn’t so bad, he was tall, had broad shoulders, and an almost feminine face except the the scowl on it made it look scary but still he looked sinfully beautiful . His hair is a night black color and straightened just like his personality I guess, and the color white looks so good on him he would look so handsome if he would smile more often
“Are you even listening to me, you’re seriously lost right now do you want to know what I’ll do to you” he looks so angry and veins are popping out of his head my arms are beginning to hurt where he pinned me to the wall but I’m too busy admiring his features that I’m still silent
“You’re A-a-a-me-me-li-li-a- rr” he stuttering,I thought it was a rumor that this billionaire brat has stammering issues but that was when he got very angry, oh no I really need to come up with an explanation he’s been rumored to do terrible the in his anger, what a wedding night!
“Jameson I know you need answers, trust me I’m not keeping them from you but you have to calm down” he lets go of me but still stares daggers at me then he starts laughing like a lunatic, one of the rumors is that when he laughs hysterically it’s game over for his opponent, oh God what have I gotten myself into
“Fine, pray with everything you hold dear that your explanation makes sense to me, else you will regret messing with me” he picks me up bridal style and walks upstairs as if I’m featherweight.
The maids hurriedly left their spying positions and I’m sure they were wondering what’s going on. As for me I’m puzzled on with him one moment he’s threatening me and now he’s acting as though we’re lovers of some sort
But it gives me a clear view of his features he was so perfect how can a man be so beautiful his eyes though cold was enough to make any girl weak in the knees, maybe that’s why he’s rumored to have lots of flings because girls are always throwing themselves at him my stomach churns at the thought of him being with anyone but why?
What’s wrong with me I quickly come to my senses when my back hit something soft, it’s a bed geez I’ve been busy staring at him that I didn’t notice when we got to the room at least I should’ve tried to get down by myself not clinging to him like a love sick wife
“Start talking” his voice sounded like a growl, a lively growl wait growl’s aren't lovely they’re scary. What's going on with me?
“Jameson I know you’re angry”, I wanted to lie but for who? same people who didn’t care about me? I’d rather say the truth and let the worst happen
“Well Amelia didn’t want to marry you and I was asked to take her place
“You're not making sense, she agreed to my proposal everything was planned out perfectly till I got this bride switcheroo so you better start adding the missing pieces” his eyes were so cold and he seemed so serious
“Then you leave me with no choice than to be blunt with you” my face is heating up I’m sure it’s red how dare him call me a bride switcheroo, what did he think of himself, I’ll let him know what I think of him.
“No one wants to marry to a billionaire scum like you, all you have to show for is your family’s surname and honestly it’s really not my business but I had to take Amelia’s place on the altar because I had no choice!
living at home is hell, getting married to you isn’t going to be any better but I did” well that’s not entirely true I only married him because of Mrs pipi, her actual name is Mrs Princeton but I call her Mrs pipi she’s the only one who I can say genuinely loves me
“Elsa I said add all the missing parts, well let’s wrap this up shall we, you decided to marry me to pay your old nanny’s Mrs Princeton hospital bills isn’t it?”
“Wait how did you, if you already knew why go through this charade of getting married” a sly smile is in his lips and his eyes sparkle with mischief
“Let’s say personal reasons”
“So why did you break those vases, and act all mad” im seriously confused right now
“Oh I am mad, for fools like you and your family to think you can trick me, and having to be calm to see you put your useless plans into motions was too frustrating and having you thinking you won” I just had to take out my anger on those vases plus you’re not the only one allowed to act are you” he walks close to me his eyes had different emotions in them from cold to curiosity and disgust as he sized me up, his eyes moved to my hands
“I’ll be right back” he enters the bathroom
What a turn if events, we really thought we had fooled Jameson Cortez turns out he was in on it the entire time, but why decide to play along and let me get married to him for real
when the reverend asked him to kiss the bride he simply lifted the veil and planted a soft kiss on my lips I thought he didn’t notice cos the makeup artist tried to make me look like Amelia my skin felt so hot under all that makeup, thank God this charade is all over at least after washing off this make up I can also say goodbye to this fake marriage as well. This went better than I expected the door opens up and he walks out with a first aid kit in his hands
“I need to dress your wounds”
Oh it’s nothing, I can manage” the scowl on his face shut me up as I show him my hands, the silence in the room is choking the loud vibration from Jameson’s phone scared shit out of me who puts his ringtone this loud
“Talk and it had better be good” he looked bored as he spoke to the person over the phone
“Boss turn on your television”
Breaking news Jameson Cortez wedding has become a buzz in the country, the wedding set in glitz, splendor and galore is one that will never be forgotten because everything went well except from the bride he married the wrong bride
Elsa brown instead of Amelia brown
Is this some sort of conspiracy, what happened to the original bride? The new bride and our very own James Cortez is yet to be out in the public, stay safe with us for more update”
‘Thump’ the remote landed on the bed next with a soft thud next to me, blood dried from my face and hot tears falls uncontrollably from my eyes, they promised that this news wouldn’t go viral that they would find a way to contain it
How stupid I am, with shaky outstretched hands
“Why are you holding out your hands” he still seems so cool and unbothered by what just happened while I on the other hand is a nervous crying mess
“ I need your phone”
“What for” he looked at me in a weird way with raised eyebrows
“Just give me the f*cking phone” he just frowns and hands it over to me, I swipe up and it opens wait a minute how come his phone isn’t passworded and boom we’re the trending news and gossip in the country and beyond I guess my husband has quite a reputation then tears pools in my eyes again and this time Jameson grabs the phone
“#craziest wedding ever #talk about snatching your sister’s man
“ # Gold digger
“ # I’ve always loved the browns but not Elsa
# talk about opportunist, taking her sisters place
# she’s…” I cut in my voice tight
“Stop it’s enough don’t read out loud” l couldn’t bear his voice any longer, those miserable trolls they don’t even know anything about me, I’m trying so hard to control my sobbing that my throat hurts
“Listen” he brings his face close to mine
“Do you know you look horrible when you use makeup that’s not for your skin plus you’re crying, your face looks like…” he makes a funny face I can’t stop myself from laughing out the tears I’m holding In comes out I’m laughing and crying at the same time
“You need to freshen up, and rest your head I’ll see you tomorrow” walk towards the door but for some reason my heart feels sad just as he’s about to leave he turns back
“Wash off that make up, you look like a painting gone bad” the corners of his mouth twitch up in a little smile and I’m
trying to suppress my giggle as well, one moment he’s scaring the life out of me and another he’s making me laugh
“Wait I want to.., he turns to face me still holding the door
“Yes” even though he’s far I can feel eyes on me, his sharp gaze gives me goosebumps, I try to keep my voice from sounding scared
“What’s happening tomorrow” he walks back to where I’m seated and brings his face so close our nose are brushing against each other I’m tempted to kiss him but thankfully I’m too scared to and more embarrassingly my heart beat is so loud
“Tomorrow will tell, unless you’re planning to die in your sleep” he walks away, just as he’s about to leave
“Hey, bad joke”
“I know” his voice echoes as the door slams shut, the room screams luxury and has all the latest gadgets, Jameson might be calm but I’m not next thing tomorrow morning I’m leaving here, I adjust my pillows and my fingers touch something the remote and then a phone, Jameson’s phone an idea began to form in my head
“Hello, Mr Banon”
“Elsa, is that you” his voice sounds a bit surprised but I think it’s because I called him with an unknown number
“Yes, remember what we discussed”
“Yes I do, everything is settled”
“Thanks” the line goes off I’m unable to convince myself to bathe I fall asleep in my wedding gown
