Chapter 88 Zita’s Dream Wedding (Part One)
Zita
~The Wedding Day~
The day that I’ve always fantasized was finally here—me walking down the aisle with Kian waiting for me at the altar with the biggest smile on his face.
Heat flamed my cheeks as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my mind wandering back to what had happened between Kian and me two nights back. I had stayed in my parents’ mansion two days before the wedding because Dad said it was the family’s tradition.
So while he was out picking mum and her relatives from the airport, Kian had shown up at the door, looking rough, torn, and definitely pissed.
Before I could ask him why he would abandon his bachelor’s party, he was already all over me, grabbing my head and forcing his tongue down my throat. I could still remember the intoxicating swirl of alcohol in his mouth as he kissed me, carried me all the way to the balcony.
Kian bent me over, made me grab the railing, and slammed his cock inside me.
His thrusts were brutal and fast. He’d fucked me with so much rage that I struggled to catch my breath. Perhaps, he finally thought things over and felt sorry for the way he treated me so he showed up at my door to make things up to me before our wedding.
I clenched my thighs, picturing his fingers pumping inside my core and a moan almost left my mouth. My body still tingled from the scratch marks and bruises that he left on my body.
I wanted him.
The sex was so good that I replayed the memories over and over again.
I have had sex with different people. Had threesomes. Foursomes and none of that compared to that night between Kian and me.
I sent him a text earlier this morning. “We should definitely do that again. I love you and can't wait to get married to you,”
He had replied with. “K”
While his response was off-putting, I found solace in the fact that he texted back because the Kian I knew would never. So, we were making progress.
I couldn't wait to see the look on his face as I tried the sexy pieces of lingerie that my naughty bestie, Quinn, had gotten for me. I couldn't wait to relive that hot night with Kian during our honeymoon in Puerto Rico.
God, this was the best fucking day of my life.
The door opened, revealing my mum at the entrance and Quinn standing behind her. “Mum” I pouted, a lot of emotions crashing through me because I honestly thought she wouldn't come.
Quinn and Dad must have convinced her.
I smiled at Quinn who shot a wink at me. “I will leave you two to talk,” She closed the door behind her.
Tears pressed at the back of my eyelids as she sauntered towards me. “Mum, do you like my dress? I recreated your wedding dress. Doesn't it look perfect on me?”
I really wanted her validation badly. For her to finally talk to me and tell me that I was the prettiest thing in the world.
Her eyes traveled down my body and she heaved an exasperated sigh. “Quinn told me that you faked pregnancy just to trap Kian,”
I knew I told Quinn to talk to my mum but I couldn't remember when I told her to tell her this.
Maybe she told her to make her see my point of view.
I would let it slide.
“I know what I did is extreme but I had to do what was necessary to ensure that he doesn't slip off my fingers. Even though it meant that I had to toy with everyone's emotions…” My voice cracked at the end as I lowered my head.
I soon lifted my gaze to hers. “But what is really important is that my plan was successful. I made him fall in love with me. You have always told me not to live like you, to do better and break this circle of toxic men like dad and…”
She cut in, shaking her head. “I pity you, Zita,”
My smile faltered. “Excuse me?”
“I fear that you are starting the circle again if you are going this far to keep a man. It proves that he never wanted you in the first place,”
“But he wants me now. That is all that matters and isn't that what you and Dad always wanted? For me to be with Kian,”
She turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling mirror, checking her wristwatch. “It’s what your father wanted. You know that I don't have a say when it comes to what he wants for the future of his children…” She glanced at me through the mirror.
“I expected you to know better and not make the same mistake as me but sometimes, you can be disappointing Zita.”
I wouldn't get mad.
Today was my day and I wouldn't allow anyone to ruin it. I mean, that was the reason I tightened the security around here just to make sure that Kian’s Uncle doesn't attend the wedding as he threatened.
I had scraped him and Verena off the guest list, made their access card invalid. He would not be getting anywhere near me.
“Circles, mistakes, I don't care about any of that again. Please be happy for me. That is all I request from you.”
An hour later, the train of my wedding dress dragged behind me, my heart somersaulting in my chest as I glanced at dad who gave me a final nod and I linked my arm with his.
I closed my eyes and as the door opened, Christina Perri’s—A Thousand Years played. Every tiny step that I took reminded me of the time I had first met Kian.
That day, it felt like the whole world stopped and everyone faded, leaving us alone. I could remember those times that I would stalk his social media pages, under my blanket at night with my fingers circling my clit until an orgasm hit me.
I had always imagined us getting married and now, it was happening.
Tears pressed behind my closed eyes as I remembered how I had almost lost my mind when I found out that Kian was getting married to Verena. I really hoped that witch was watching me walk down the aisle to her ex-husband.
I did a live broadcast, and also invited streamers just so she could watch it.
She had pulled my hair out, thinking it would make me ugly but the hair extension was literally the best decision I have ever made.
I could already imagine Kian losing his breath, smiling, and shedding tears the moment our eyes locked and…
Dad halted, nearly tripping me as his gruff voice snapped me out of my head. “What the fuck,”
I forced my eyes open, ready to glance at Dad and ask what the problem was when my heart turned cold in my chest.
Kian was missing at the altar.