Chapter five

Daniel Calvin, dressed in a tuxedo and standing at the altar was already a tad pissed that his bride is yet to arrive, he gritted his teeth impatiently, he has other things to attend to and she dares to waste his time.

"The bride is here" someone shouted and he calmed down a bit, he just wanted to get this over with.

He turned to stare at his bride and was shocked to see another face, dressed as his bride walking towards the altar.

The lady has blond hair and baby blue eyes, a straight nose and a rosebud mouth that was twitching nervously.

He stared at his friend who was standing beside him, his gaze demanding for an explanation but he only shrugged, his gaze portrayed that he doesn't have a clue about what's going on.

He grew curious, now, what is she up to?

She smiled nervously when she got to where he was standing.

"Hello, you must be the groom, my name is Isabella. Joana's cousin and I am your bride" She said that without batting an eye and he was intrigued.

Daniel arched a brow at her before turning back to the priest, "let's begin"

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride"

Daniel turned to his wife with a smile and kissed her, it only lasted a few minutes but she felt warm by his kiss

Few photographs of their wedding were taken and Bella forced herself to stay for the cameras, after what had happened to her, she did not think she ever liked any picture of hers being taken.

"What now?" She whispered to her groom in confusion

"we are married, so we'll go to my house which is now your home"

"I'll get you a cab to take you home"

"Wait, you're not coming with me?"

"I have some business to attend to darling" with a smack on her lips, he was gone and left her standing there all alone.

Who leaves his bride alone immediately after their wedding?

BELLA

"Congratulations on your wedding," Joana smiled at me.

"She is the bride of that bastard, what a pity," a lady said beside Joana, clicking her tongue in a pitiful manner before walking off.

I frowned when she referred to my husband as a bastard.

"What's that lady talking about?" I clutched my bouquet and stared hard at Joana.

"Maybe she is referring to your husband being the illegitimate son of Nicholas Calvin, a renowned billionaire who refused to recognize your husband."

"Is that all?" I insisted when I sensed something in Joana's tone.

"Well, rumor has it that he is a broke ass and only has his mother's fortune to his name, and I must say, the fortune is not even that great. And with the ladies? He is a demon. Rumor also has it that the last lady who dared to date him ran off and only she knows what she saw, because the only thing she could say about him was that Daniel Calvin is worse than the devil himself."

I shuddered at this description, and fear raced through my heart.

"Oh, I forgot to add that he was also an ex-convict. I mean, he was in jail before but he's out now, so it's not a big deal, I guess."

"Enough, please. I don't want to hear more. Why didn’t you tell me about it? And you allowed me to get married to him?"

"You needed help, didn’t you? And I helped you. You've got a place to stay and at least, he is handsome—very handsome, I must say, because I almost changed my mind," Joana drawled and sashayed past me.

"Ma'am, I was asked to drop you off. Let's go," a man approached me. He must have been the cab driver.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned tone. I must have gone pale—who wouldn’t feel that way after what I had just heard about the man I married?

I forced a smile and nodded as I followed him to the car. I frowned when I saw how expensive the car looked and paused to stare at the man.

"Wasn't I supposed to get in a cab? I mean, I may not know much about cars, but this looks pretty expensive to be a cab, right?"

The man looked taken aback and lost for a second. "Oh yes, you’re right. But you see, your husband rented this car because it’s your wedding day. I mean, it’s his too, right?"

I sighed as I agreed with the driver and entered the car. This wasn’t how I had imagined my marriage to be, and the man I had just gotten married to was not how I had imagined my husband to be—certainly not an ex-convict whose ex-girlfriend had described him as the devil himself.

Now, what would happen to me? He might just snap my neck the moment he got back. I shivered in fear as the car stopped in front of a bungalow.

"Welcome to your new home and congratulations on your wedding. Ah, here is the key to the building—your husband says I should give it to you."

"Thank you," I murmured as I collected the key and stepped down from the vehicle.

"Home. My home," I murmured as I entered the building. It wasn’t so bad looking after all. It was even bigger than Aunt Christy’s house and Jeremy’s house put together.

This was now my home, and there was no going back. Although I was scared of the man I had just married—with all the news I had heard about him—I had made up my mind that this would be my home, at least for as long as he wanted it.

I thought about my aunt and wished I could call her and tell her what was happening to me right now. My mind wandered to Ana’s cousin—the one I had killed in the cottage. The police might be looking for me right now. I shuddered at the thought of going to prison for killing someone. But no one would believe me if I told them it was self-defense. The same way no one believed me when Jeremy uploaded those disgusting photos of me. Ana must be so disappointed in me.

I looked around the apartment and noticed that there wasn’t much in the house—a sofa in the living room, a coffee table, and that’s it. Even the kitchen looked so empty. My husband must really be a broke ass. I thought to myself that I needed to start looking for a job as soon as possible—at least to help with the expenses.

Although I didn’t finish college, I hoped I would at least find a decent job.

I really needed that money Joana promised me, and I hoped to get it soon. I would use it to buy a few things for the house.

Going into the only room available, I rummaged through the closet for any of my husband’s clothes because the only dress I had brought with me was the wedding gown I was still wearing.