Chapter 4 The Vow I Never Expected
Adam Bella
His words hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown down as he stepped back, hands casually tucked into his pockets. He looked unfazed, as if he already knew my response. I had expected him to plead, to show some sign of vulnerability. But no, he stood there, unfazed, while the entire room held its breath, waiting for me to break.
I clenched my jaw, nails digging into my palm, fighting the urge to scream. Every pair of eyes was on me, their anticipation pressing down like a weight. I had no choice. The pressure was suffocating.
“Yes.”
The officiant’s voice boomed across the room. “You may kiss your bride.”
Wait. Bride? Whose bride?
My breath caught, and my chest tightened as realization struck. I turned just in time to see him stepping toward me, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Each step was slow and deliberate, as if he reveled in my discomfort.
When he reached up to lift my veil, his fingers brushed my skin, sending a shockwave through me. For a fleeting moment, our eyes locked, then he glanced down at my lips. My heart raced. He traced his finger over my mouth, lightly grazing my lower lip before kissing his own finger.
I inhaled sharply, the scent of fresh roses invading my senses. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’m not going to kiss you. You’re not my type.”
Not his type? His words stung more than I cared to admit. If that was true, then why was he marrying me? I shot him a deadly glare as he pulled away, an amused smirk on his lips, as if he were playing a game and had already won.
Applause erupted from the audience, but it only deepened my confusion and anger.
On the ride back, I let my gaze drift to the trees outside, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. The soft scent of flowers floated in through the open window, but even nature’s calming touch couldn’t soothe the chaos swirling inside me.
“Can you drop me at my apartment?” I asked, my voice strained, not bothering to look at him.
“Why?” His voice was cold, detached. “You’ll be moving in with me.”
Startled, I turned to him. “What? That’s not part of the agreement!” My words came out sharp, a protest against the sudden shift in our arrangement.
He barely glanced at me. “You made a deal without asking what you would gain from it.” His tone was dismissive, as if I should have known better.
“The arrangements are set. My driver will pick you up tomorrow morning at 8 a.m.”
He pulled the car to a stop outside my apartment. How did he know where I lived? I hadn't told him. I narrowed my eyes at him. “How do you know where I live?”
He smirked, the smugness in his voice clear. “I have my ways.”
One of his guards opened the door for me, and I stepped out, my mind racing. This was all too much. I needed sleep, to think, to figure out if any of this was even real.
As I approached my door, Elowen hurried toward me, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. Great. She was the last person I wanted to face right now.
“Who was that guy? And why was that guard bowing to you?” she asked, barely letting me breathe.
I sighed, exasperated. “Can I enter my apartment first?” I rolled my eyes as she finally stepped aside, allowing me in.
The moment I collapsed on the couch, Elowen dragged a chair closer, her eyes wide with eagerness. “Come on, Bels. Tell me!”
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for her barrage of questions. “I’m married.”
“What?!” She shot up from her seat, eyes wide in disbelief, her mouth hanging open. The shock on her face was priceless; I almost laughed. I should’ve taken a picture.
“How?!” she demanded. “You went to confront your cheating boyfriend, and now you’re... married? How does that even happen?”
I shrugged, still grappling with the reality myself. “It’s like a dream, honestly. I can’t wrap my head around it.” I pulled out the wedding certificate and ring, handing them to her. She grabbed them, her eyes nearly popping out as she read the name.
"David Copperfield? Wait, is this the David Copperfield? Don’t tell me it’s who I think it is!" Elowen’s voice shot up an octave, and before I could react, she was spinning around the room, practically bursting with excitement.
I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to strangle her with a pillow. "If I said it wasn’t him, would you calm down?"
She froze mid-twirl, her excitement dissolving into an unnerving seriousness. "Which David Copperfield?"
I sighed, defeated. "The CEO of Copperfield Group. That David Copperfield."
Her reaction was immediate. She lunged toward me, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. "I can’t breathe," I wheezed, and she finally loosened her grip, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Oh my God!" she squealed. "Did you kiss him? What’s it like being face-to-face with David Copperfield? What about his girlfriend? Why did he marry you?" The questions spilled from her lips like an avalanche.
I raised my hand to stop her. "We didn’t kiss," I muttered, the memory of him placing his finger on my lips flickering through my mind, the faint scent of roses still haunting me. What are you thinking, Bella? Snap out of it!
Elowen’s grin widened. "Oh, babe. You’re so thinking about him, aren’t you?"
I avoided her gaze, afraid I’d spill everything if I looked into her knowing eyes. "I’m not thinking about him," I lied, hating how weak my voice sounded.
She propped her chin in her hand, a smirk tugging at her lips. "So, you’re sure you don’t like him? At all?"
"Absolutely not," I shot back. "He’s rude, arrogant, and impossible."
"So you are thinking about him," she teased, her grin now stretching from ear to ear.
I groaned, sinking back into the couch. "When are you ever going to be serious?"
"Okay, fine, fine," she said, sitting next to me, her expression softening. "But if he’s not your husband, then what do I call him?"
I glared at her. "He’s not my husband," I snapped, jumping up to pace the room. "This is just a stupid contract marriage."
Elowen tugged at my shirt playfully, pulling me back down. "You’re sure it’s just that? No strings attached?"
I sighed. "Yes," I said. "It’s complicated, but... I had to. It’s for my dad." I explained everything—how David had asked me to marry him, how I’d met Cynthia, and the odd, frigid air between them. Elowen gasped, her eyes widening as I recounted the moment I agreed to the marriage.
"Wait what of Lizy?" she asked, her voice lowering. "His girlfriend?"