Chapter 3：Devil in disguise

I waited for a moment, controlling the urge not to cry and convincing myself that I was strong enough. But all went in vain when the door burst opened and he walked in.

The devil himself.

He walked in like he owned the world, didn't even give a glance to three people who were staring directly at him. His eyes were on me and mine....on him.

I felt like something conjure me to look into his eyes. At first glance I thought they were blue but as he got closer I found they were...gray, contrasting with his jet black hair. The black suit were perfectly fit on his muscular body. When he stood in front of me I found that his height were 6'3". He was quite....enough. And then I realised the devil was real. And he wasn't a little red man with horns and a tail. He could be beautiful. Just like a creature in front of me.

"Shall we began?" The old zombie like man cleared his throat as he realised I was zoned out.

I glanced at my family, they were staring at him like they were in an art gallery. I lowered my gaze as I felt his eyes on me. They were burning my skin.

"I do." He said, his tone was authorative. And now it was my turn to took the vows.

"Flora Price, do you take Roman Hashking to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honour and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, so long as you both shall live?"

Before taking a deep breath, I glanced at my family and convinced myself to not cry, I had to do this. For better or worse.

"I do." I breathe out. A corner of his mouth lifted as the bishop said, "You may finish the last ceremony so you two will be husband and wife."

I thought we already had our vows, then what could be the next ceremony? Oh no. no no no no no. The kiss.

As I noticed that he was leaning towards me, I shut my eyes and accept the fact that was going to happen. My hands firmly grasped the gown as I felt his breathe on my lips, and in a moment of second he brushed his lips on mine. For a moment , I thought he'd take an advantage of the opportunity and kiss me as men do...hungrily. But he didn't. His kiss was gentle though it burned me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered against my lips.

Sorry my foot!

"It'll hurt a little, darling." Wait What? What would hurt me? What he was going to do?

I slowly opened my eyes and gasped as I felt his soft lips on my neck, followed by a piercing pain. I couldn't shout. I couldn't scream for help or to describe the pain. I was frozen. I couldn't felt anything besides a sweet piercing pain.

And then I heard Bract's voice. He said something that I failed to perceive. After awhile he was gone. And also the piercing pain in my skin.

Roman raised his head and licked his bottom lip with a smirk on his face. While I tried my best not to fall back as I felt drowsy. To make me straight, his arm slid around my waist and pulling me against his chest he whispered, "You're made to be wrapped in my arms." And I felt a shiver ran down my spine. My heart pumping hard against my chest and every hair on my skin stood up.

My thoughts drifted away as I felt a sudden pain on my wrist. He had grabbed my wrist and was going to drag me with him before he said, "Time to go home."

What I got myself into. I can't live with a monster. No. I glanced at mom and dad to stop this but their head was lowered and they were staring at the floor.

"Mom!"

"Dad!" I yelled again and again but they didn't hear.

"Mom! Please help! Please stop this, Mom. Please!" I cried hard.

They hadn't even gave me a last glance when he dragged me out of the church and pushed me harshly into the car. He shut the door with a thud. Walking over the other side of the car he opened the door and slid onto the seat next to me.

"Home." He ordered to the driver.

While my tears weren't taking a halt to stop and he realised it.

"Stop crying!" He said in a rough voice, "Your tears aren't going to change your destiny. You are mine. Accept the truth." But that didn't make my tears to cease.

'Alright Flora. Everything will be alright.' I assured myself again and again during the ride until the car halted and stopped in front of a magnificent and wonderful mansion. My sight blinded by the lights glimmering out of the house. My eyes drifted back as driver opened the door to me. I sighed, accepting my destiny I stepped out.

Suddenly the floor under my feet drifted away and I pulled up into something hard.

"I can walk on my own." I yelled as I realised Roman scooped me into his arms.

"I know." He said straight while walking over the entrance.

"Put me down! You blood sucking freak."

"Can you shut up for like one fucking minute or what?" He growled as we approached at the door.

"Shut up? You are asking me to shut up after you forced me to marry you." I snapped back. He was about to fume as the door burst opened and stopped when he saw a beautiful woman in front of him. Her hair was dirty blonde unlike Roman who had jet black hair and her eyes were steel blue, her pale white skin was shining in the light. She was dressed in an off shoulder grey lace A-line long dress, her hair falling upto her waist.

A delightful smile spread on her face as she look at me, "Come." And Roman entered in with me into his arms.

"Hello, Flora." She said politely and I gave her a half smile, "You can put her down, Roman."

Ignoring the fact his mom ordered him to put me down, he walked upto the only stairs that were in big hall and about to take a step as he spoke, "Sorry mom, We need to go to our bedroom."