"Say after me, Orla." The Priest said, smiling but Orla was so scared even though it wasn't evident in her expression.

"I, Orla Sullivan, take you, Callan Barlowe, as my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, to respect and to honor…" She was barely saying the words after the Priest. He smiled when she was done and gave the ring to her.

With shaky hands, Orla took the ring from the priest and looked down at Callan's beautiful fingers. She shuddered before taking his hand and sliding the ring into his finger. Her eyes lingered on the ring for a while before looking up at him.

"Beautiful!" The Priest clapped his hands out of enthusiasm. "I bless your union in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit." After making a sign of the cross, he took their hands and raised them to the air. "By the power invested in me as the priest of this church, I proclaim you man and wife." Everyone present applauded them, but the more the applause got louder, the more Orla's beat increased.

Her eyes were on Callan as he looked at everyone around with a proud smile plastered on his face.

She wondered if he was so excited to marry her. He looked down at her and the smile quickly faded, and then she understood that he was only faking it.

"Welcome to the Barlowe family, you are now mine, officially mine and I can do with you whatever the hell that I want." Smirking, he roughly grabbed her wrist and led her to the alcove of the garden, to greet their well-wishers.

Orla winced in pain as she followed behind Callan. They said words of greetings to everyone present and when they got to where Arnold was seated with Elizabeth, Callan let go of Orla, demanding to have a private talk with Arnold.

Elizabeth called Orla over, to taunt her again while Callan stayed with Arnold.

"Not even congratulations from you? Is that how much you hate your daughter?" Callan glared at him as he sipped the wine that was in front of him.

"No, I don't acknowledge her as one of my daughters and we honestly don't have a business together anymore since you chose the witch over my other beautiful daughters." Arnold slurred, muttering cuss words that included Orla's name.

Callan heard it, but he smiled.

"You hate her so much you slapped her on her wedding day." Callan dropped his hand on the table, his eyes on Arnold who didn't seem bothered about slapping Orla.

"She deserved it and I do not regret it." Arnold retorted.

"I see you don't." Callan briefly smiled. "Today will be the last time you will lay your hands on her because she's now mine."

Arnold chuckled at Callan's words, he looked at him and said. "I hope it doesn't get too late before you realize that you made a wrong choice in life. She's evil and it's just a matter of time for you to realize that." Straightening up, he patted Callan's shoulder and smugly smiled. "I will wait for the time you will send her out of your house but I want you to know that I will not take her back into my house." Grinning heavily, he walked out of the garden, leaving Callan speechless.

Callan shook his head, wondering how and why a father could hate his daughter so much. He wanted to ask Orla, but he didn't want her to have an impression that he cared about her. He didn't care at all and it didn't matter to him if Arnold hated his daughter, it shouldn't matter to him.

Rosa suddenly appeared in front of a befuddled Callan. She shook her head, not stating her purpose.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, noticing her panic state.

"Boss, today is your wedding day and trust me when I told you that I have rescheduled all our plans for today, but this is important and we can't afford to miss the deal." She stated, glancing at her tablet to read out that e-mail that came in a few minutes ago.

"The real estate agent we wanted to work with has accepted our proposals and they want a meeting with us today. Downtown London, by three in the afternoon." She read out, following his fast strides as he walked within the garden.

His eyes were roaming the garden in search of Orla but he didn't see her and that kind of bothered him. "Which of the agencies?" He asked sternly.

"BERCRIS sir, the biggest in the game. We can't afford to lose them." Rosa responded.

"Schedule a meeting for three, we will meet with them." He said authoritatively.

"Yes, Boss." She turned around and walked out of the garden to attend to business.

Callan finally glimpsed Orla where she was curled up in a corner of the hall. She looked so small and lonely. He stared at her for a long while before approaching her.

"You are the bride here today and you should behave like one." His voice jolted her out of thoughts, she rose to her feet almost staggering but he quickly held her down by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back.

Orla's heart was beating fast as he delicately held her like she was fragile.

"Watch your steps next time." He let go of her. "You will go to the penthouse with David. I have to be somewhere later in the day and I want to start the arrangement now. It's important, more important than this whole wedding thing." Orla nodded, not knowing the words to say. "Do not wait for me to come back home, I might be gone for a long time." He didn't wait for her response before walking out of the hall.

Orla stood there, her feet unmoving and glued to the floor. It was obvious Callan didn't care about her. It was very evident that he was going to be meaner than her father and that scared the hell out of her. She was still lost in thoughts when she felt someone's presence behind her.

"Your cat, she's so cute." Liam handed a basket to her. "I met with your dad and he gave this to me." He smiled, pulling Orla into a big hug before she could talk.

"Thank you, Liam." Tears poured down her cheeks. She took the basket from him and looked at Betty. Smiling, she looked up at Liam with tears in her eyes. "Thank you so much for always being there for me."

"Hey, don't cry. Today is your day and you should be happy. Come on, dance with me, your husband's best friend."

Orla shook her head, taking Liam's hand. They hit the dancefloor and danced to the solemn music that played in the speaker.

She thought of Callan and what he was doing now, Liam was not the one who was supposed to dance with her. Callan was the one meant to be there, but he cared more about business than her.

Orla sighed, she didn't find love in her father's house and now, the man she just got married to didn't care about her.

The tears poured harder, knowing that she'd never find love, she'd always be the sad girl who will never be accepted.