Chapter 2

I looked out of the window to find clouds and only clouds. I was frustrated being in that same room for who knows how many hours. So, I made up my mind to leave the small cabin and check everything out. The stunt that I pulled a few hours ago is still fresh in my mind. Still, I just want to know why he did that?

I walked towards the front of the plane, crossing the small cabin. When I was out of the small area I was in, I saw the devil himself sleeping on his seat, leaning his head back.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep.

He took all my peace and dreams away from me. I was supposed to enjoy my life and my honeymoon with Emmett, but now here I was, mourning his death and sitting married to a complete stranger.

I don’t know what to do. Should I cry and shut myself down for Emmett’s death, or should I take revenge for him?

Finally, I decide to lock all my tears and sorrow inside of me until I get my revenge. I won’t be satisfied until I make this Zachary guy kneel down before me and ask for forgiveness for what he did to Emmett.

Suddenly I was brought back to reality when the plane began to tremble. I lost my balance, and in no time feeling myself falling towards the front. I closed my eyes, scared, and waited to get hurt, but when I felt a touch on my arm, my eyes fluttered open only to find myself looking at Zachary.

He held my arms, supporting me while I sat sideways on his lap. His eyes displayed shock and surprise, but at the same time, I found myself getting mesmerized. His eyes were filled with deep secrets and something else, which I couldn’t comprehend.

His eyes began to flutter, and I snapped from our little moment. I jerked up away from him as soon as I realized I was sitting on a murderer.

“What the hell is your problem?” he spoke, narrowing his eyes as he adjusted his black suit.

“You are my problem,” I spoke quietly, but I knew he heard it.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as I sat in front of his seat.

He stared at me for some minutes and, as usual, chose to ignore me as he leaned back against his seat and closed his eyes, totally shutting me out.

“Fine!” I muttered, irritated by his rudeness.

I chose to calm myself down for a few minutes, so I sat next to the window and leaned against it.

I just wanted to forget everything that happened a few hours ago. My energy system was totally drained out. Now I would gladly accept anything that could provide me peace and, more importantly, calmness.

I closed my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, feeling a little cold.

“Whoever knew that a simple wedding could turn out this horrendous,” I thought to myself as I drifted to darkness.

“Get up!” I heard someone say. As I began to gain consciousness, I rubbed my eyes. I looked up to find the murderer himself standing before me and looking down at me with a bored expression.

“Get up! We are here. Follow me!” He commanded me as if I were his dog and turned around, walking somewhere.

I got up from my seat and felt something drop to the floor. I looked down to find a shawl lying on the floor. Confused, I picked it up and ran my palm over the soft fabric, wondering who covered me with it.

“I said follow me,” I heard him speak up, and without wasting any more time, I took that shawl with me as I ran before him, following him.

He walked out of the plane with me trailing behind him. I immediately looked around and found us surrounded by luxurious black cars.

I sucked at all this.

For me, a car is a car.

I noticed bodyguards with massive well-built bodies dressed in black clothes with black sunglasses.

“Sir, welcome back,” a guy bowed his head before Zachary, and in return, Zachary just nodded.

“This way,” he escorted us to one of the black luxury cars. Without uttering any words, I followed Zachary into the car, because I knew it was useless trying to escape.

First of all, I had no idea where in the world I was. Secondly, I was surrounded by his men. That means I would be easily caught if I tried to escape, and lastly, I didn’t want to escape. Not now, actually. Not before getting my answers and getting my revenge.

I sat silently, lost in my deep thoughts during the car ride. I tried to at least get an idea of where I was by looking outside the window for any shops or clues. Still, everything was written in a different language, and eventually, I gave up when I couldn't figure it out.

But as if God heard me, a clue appeared in front of me, and it was totally devastating for me. I was in freaking Egypt. I would’ve never gotten it if I hadn't seen the pyramids. Now I got it.

I just can’t believe this. This freaking monster made me travel all the way to Egypt. But how in the world couldn’t I figure this out earlier?

I looked towards my left to find him typing something on his phone. I tried to peep, but something shiny poking out of his waistline made me sit back on my seat.

“Why is he always carrying that stupid gun with him?” I muttered as I closed my eyelids, rubbing my face using my palms, frustrated.

“Why are we in Egypt?” I asked in a low voice.

I thought that he didn’t hear me because he didn't respond right away, but when he did, I wished I never asked him.

“You are where I have brought you,” he spoke in a bored tone as he continued typing in his phone.

“Idiot!” I muttered. The rest of the car ride was in silence, and after an hour, we reached our destination. The car came to a halt before a big house. I scoffed, looking at that house. At least my house was bigger than this.

“We will staying here for three weeks, then we will fly back to my place,” he said as he stepped out of the car.

“Y-Your place? What do you mean by that? Isn’t this your place?” I questioned, confused.

“Do you think I stay somewhere like this?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

I chose to keep my mouth closed.

Of course! He would never stay somewhere like this. Ever!

He walked towards the entrance, and as usual, I followed him.

“Witney, take her to her room,” he ordered a woman who was dressed as a maid, in a black dress.

“And send me something to eat,” he commanded again and, without saying anything, walked away, leaving me alone with Witney.

“Please follow me,” she spoke professionally, and I did as she said, following her wherever she took me.

“Here! This is your room for now,” she opened a door, which led us into a room. It was not a big room, but a medium sized room with purple and white wall paint. There was an attached bathroom, a wardrobe, a small bed in the middle of the room and, most importantly, no windows.

“Why aren't there any windows in here?” I asked, confused.

I already hated this room. I felt suffocated.

“Please give me another room,” I told her and tried to leave, but she stood before me, blocking me with an apologetic face.

“I am sorry, Ma’am, but Sir told me to give you this room. You can not leave this room,” she spoke with a low voice.

“Wha—”

She cut me off. “Please change into something comfortable you will get from that wardrobe, and I will be bringing you your food.” She bowed and closed the door in my face.

“What the—” I began to bang on the door. “Open the door! Please! Open the door!"

When no one responded, I eventually gave up, and slid against the door, crying and sobbing again, remembering who he was and what he did to me.

After crying my eyes out, I managed to stand on my feet, but my feet wobbled due to my draining energy.

“I just hate you for all of this, Zachary,” I screamed as tears pooled in my eyes and I made my way towards the bathroom.

This wedding dress suffocated me, and I just wanted myself out of this as soon as possible. I cannot bear seeing those bloodstains on my dress; they made me remember the painful memories.

As I got inside the small bathroom, I got rid of the dress as soon as possible, and took a cold shower, relaxing a bit. I rubbed parts of my body painfully, feeling disgusted that a murderer touched me. What Zachary did was a sin. He did all that in a church, and for that, I wished God would punish him for his sins.

Using the towel, I wiped the water away from my body, wrapped myself using another towel, and walked out of the bathroom. The ceiling fan was rotating, making squeaking sounds, and I feared it would fall on me.

Opening the wardrobe, I fished out a layered spaghetti top and black pants. But no undergarments.

“I guess I had to just manage with this,” I muttered as I changed into those clothes and wrapped my way hair using that same towel.

I walked towards the bed and laid down on it, watching the ceiling fan rotate blankly.

Soon, I began to feel sleepy, and eventually, I passed out with only one person in my mind.

“Emmett.”