Entangled: Arranged Marriage To The Playboy CEO
My eyes flickered at the sight of the liquid dropping down the bed. I wasn't bothered at first, as the joy of being wedded to Enoch, my fiancé, had got me overwhelmed.
Instantly, my eyes captured more than a face in the room I was supposed to be, with Enoch. I saw another face—there had to be someone else right there.
It was Sonia, my sister.
“Why would Sonia be in bed with my own fiancé?” I muttered, my voice almost a perfect silence. “It couldn't be her…”
I couldn't believe yet.
Suddenly, I heard moans as I grasped hold of the doorknob, looking sideways to ensure nobody was coming from any angle.
And right there was Enoch, my so-called beloved fiancé, someone I entrusted my heart and entire life to, thrusting his cock into my sister.
In my bed?
My biological sister?
No. Why would this happen right on my wedding day?
Why such when we hadn't even begun the ceremony at all?
I wouldn't take that. Sadly, my heart, pounding already, needed just nothing but emptiness for now, or maybe for a long time after now.
But, I couldn't hold it.
I had to take a record.
Swiftly, I rushed to the closet, a deserted room in that house, the rope holding my camera dangling gently in my hands.
The camera was placed on top of the room, so everything would be clearly seen. I was sure of myself that I saw Enoch fucking my sister—in my bed—on our wedding day.
But, another visible evidence was more necessary.
Then, I left to return for the camera, not Enoch.
…
Enoch really meant this. I saw him still there with Sonia, their bodies twisted into each other. I got disgusted by this act and immediately, I saw the urgent need to raise my voice at him.
“Enoch!” I screamed, my chest moving up and down as if my heart was full of large, burning rocks. “What the heck are you doing in my matrimonial bed…?”
“Err…” Enoch reverted, hurrying away from the bed, his feet shivering accordingly. “Hold on, Sophia. Just wait right there and let me explain what happened…”
“Explain what?” I charged, my voice stretched in burning fury. “I do not need your explanation!”
And next, was Sonia’s voice raised louder than mine that I thought she would say something else. “Sophia, you know what… just get out of here! You really came in to interrupt our sweet moment of romance, right?”
“Sweet ‘what’?” I retorted in anger, my eyes shut a bit, fresh tears drenching my chin.
“What are you saying, dear?” Enoch countered, feigning innocence. “Can't you just apologize or keep quiet…”
Before Enoch could ginish whatever trash he had to say, Sonia interrupted, staring at the two of us with contempt. “Quiet for what? Don't you think I am aware of your marriage?”
“And so…?” I blurted, my voice laced with plaintaive intensity. “Just leave this place, Sonia. I'll talk to you later… Well, I guess I am the one to leave right now… since you, Enoch got married to Sonia, and not me. That is what they call love, right?”
My heart was broken, almost in pieces.
Nothing made sense to me anymore, especially about love. Quickly and conclusively, I left the room, taking off the wedding ring Enoch had earlier worn in my fingers.
“Poor and idle people like you get easily betrayed and forsaken.” Sonia blasted me, my ears itching me deep with the gravity of her words.
I couldn't imagine my sister doing this to me. I was a shadow of myself.
While I was sobbing pitifully, Enoch grabbed my arms, kissing my chin softly and romantically with his lips. I was annoyed, rather than aroused.
“Get the hell out of my life!” I said, shaking myself off him.
But again, he grabbed me. “Come back here, Sophia! What do you think you're doing?”
“Don't you have an idea?” I returned, my whole face still covered in tears. “I guess you could see all you made happen right there in our matrimonial bed. If you didn't, then you must be sick somewhere in your mind…”
“Just keep mute already!” Enoch challenged me loudly, raising his voice even more. He turned to the left, and I was scared he would see the camera despite its smallness. “Sonia, please get me my shirt and the black suit. The time for the wedding ceremony is almost here…”
“I'll be right with you.” Sonia responded, the tone of her words devoid of remorse.
…
Only few minutes elapsed, and the wedding ceremony was due. Normally, as if nothing bad happened, my heart pounding in pain.
My eyes captured people rushing up and down the arena, their hearts burstling with ecstasy and eagerness to watch us declare our love for each other—I and Enoch.
Sarah approached me, her face marked with uncertainty. “What are you still doing alone here, huh?”
“Why did you ask?” I blurted back, leaving her at that spot, my heart nearly signing up to a malicious disgust for her.
And when the time came for Enoch to come forward to hold my hands and confess his love to me, I suddenly cackled, feigning a unique eagerness in the whole wedding of a thing.
“Let's hear whatever this couple have to say about this special day.” The stand-up master of ceremony added, his voice reflecting an intense curiosity. “From my end right here, Enoch and Sophia are hereby…”
“Nothing!” I screamed, my head bowed as I shoved my head for displeasure.
The wedding had turned into a mess to me, and I wanted Enoch's offence to be known by him, felt, understood.
Everybody was shocked.
But, since there was mirth already spread all over the atmosphere, they weren't bothered.
Just the shock that hit them.
But, little did they know there was more than shock the same day.
I was ready to do what was in my mind, my eyes blinking at the poor, dreary eyes of Enoch, who stood before me, smiling. “Now, I declare my love for Enoch Dass… But, I'm doubtful if this marriage will ever last.”
And to their amazement, I turned on the bluetooth device close to me, having connected it to the projector right there.
Everyone got enthralled by the tape's loudness and clarity. I shoved my head away, taking my face off the painful feelings I developed—having to watch Enoch doing it with strength spelled how it was all planned—completely deliberate.
Clearly on the screen was Enoch, having sex with Sarah, my sister.
