Aurora pov
"I am sure he is not always like that" Maya my mother-in-law, said smiling at me while holding my hand and, I forced out a smile , thank you" I said I smiled at me brushing my hair
" you are the most beautiful bride Dexter is lucky to have you" she said her smile very wide, I nod my head, exhausted mr, king came to us, I have met him a fews times before the wedding, he was so nice to me, which made me wonder where his son get his attitude from, he smiled at me at I walked towards me, his smile more genuine than others.
"I know this is not comfortable for you, but I am sure Dexter will come around," he said her the funniest thing was he didn't need to assure me; my father already sold me to them for a business contract, his reassuring words won't do anything, but I nod my head at him, they smiled at me one last time, walking away. it was just me and my parents with katie in the big mansion. my brothers didn't bother sending me off, not like I expected them to.
" You've hit the jackpot, sister, your husband is filthy rich," Katie said I looked at her , knowing she wasn't trying to be nice " you are married to Dexter; please try to be a good wife to him you have no home with us anymore, so make this your home," father said .
"Yes, father; I said my head down.
"Let's go Katie; I am exhausted from the hell of a wedding
"mother said, and they walked away with katie giggling I stood in front of the mansion, my packed bags behind me, and all cars drown away well, after I fainted and my husband left the hall, the rest of the ceremony has to be cancelled, so now it was in the afternoon, and I am still dressed in my wedding grown, my bags with me and a ring sitting on my finger I breathed out, knowing this wasn't the time to cry . I dragged my bags, opening the door.
" Welcome, Mrs King my name is Mary, the head maid her," the maid said as I entered, for a second I tried to register what she called me, Mrs. king it sounded so foreign .
"Aurora is fine" I whispered she smiled "I'm sorry I can't simply call mr.kings wife by her name," she said leaving no room for discussion, I nod my head.
" I will show you to your room, " she said, and I smiled. the other maids came, collecting my bags, I followed behind them, entering the elevator I was too exhausted to admire the beauty we got to the 2nd floor, and we went down the hallway. I saw a big frame on the wall, it was my husband I smiled slightly; he wasn't in a wheelchair here, and he is so handsome. an ethereal beauty, so bad his personality is the opposite of his looks.
" Mr.king's room is down the hallway he doesn't like disturbance and has entrusted us to inform you not to ever come bear his room," she said, and I gulped, that sounds like a strict warning; well the joke's on him, I won't go to his room for no reason.
"Okay," I said and she smiled, opening the room the maids wheeled my bag in, and I entered after them, the room was mostly plain, not many colours but it was very spacious. I have to renovate this myself; at I deserve a good-looking room.
"Do you need anything? or something we can help you with? Mary asked.i shook my head.
No, but I need help with the gown I said, she nodded her head, going behind me and helping me out of the wretched gown.
"Where should we keep this? she asked. "Do whatever you want with it, there are gems on it you could sell this to make a fortune from it, " I said, not looking at her, but I could fell her surprised stare she is probably Wondering why I gave her my gown.
"Please, I want to be by myself l," I said she nods her head.
"Whe you need anything, we are at your neck and call," she said, and I nodded my head after they left, I looked the door going to the bed, I crashed on it, finally relieving myself of the pent-up emotions I haven't cried since the news was announced to me, and now, as I remember everything that happened todayz I could finally allow myself to cry.
I hate to go on the internet, I know it's supposed filled with nasty things about me , my body racked sobs subs, my heart filled with hate for my family for abandoning in all my life and selling me out just because I wasn't their favorite daughte, I don't know how long I cried myself to sleep.
I walked down the stairs; we were in the night, around 10pm after crying myself to sleep, I slept the whole a afternoon and evening, I woke up minutes ago and had my bath, I felt a bit better after crying and sleeping. I haven't rested in the while, when I got downstairs, I walked around trying to find kitchen, and after walking about, I finally find it. the lights were thankfully turned on because I have no idea where the switch is.
I went to the fridge; and it was definitely filled to the brim I took a bottle of. water, drinking it down before I decide to cook something for myself to eat. After walking around the kitchen a d store, I brought out ingredients, and I got cooking, humming a song while I cooked, I always cooked for myself, my grandma taught me and it's one of my favorite thing to do.
What do you think you're doing?" a harsh voice cut into my thoughts, and I flinched, turning around- my eyes widened in shock as Mr, king was in front of me in his wheelchair. he was dressed in his black nightwaer, his black hair sitting on his head messily. his grey eyes glared at me, looking at me from head to toe.
"Are you deaf? what are you doing?" he snapped and I flinched, trying to calm my nerves.
"I wanted to cook myself dinner," I mumbled, he frowned, hating my response to his question.
" Dinner? by 10pm? is that what your parents taught you? to eat so late at night?" he asked, and I gulped, keeping quiet, he moved closer to me, looking at what an cooking.
" Pasta and wings? what are you? A buffalo?" he asked, looking at me, and I was so speechless, what is wrong with eating pasta and wings at night?
"You answer me when I talk to you!" he yelled, talking the pot from the fire and throwing it on the floor, I grasped in shock, looking at my food on the floor and, I could feel the tears building up. I was so hungry; I hadn't eaten all day and I was finally cooking something, and now he has ruined it.
"Who eats pasta and wings so late I. the night?" he asked, looking shocked by what was in front of him, but I only kept my head down, sniffing.
"What is your name?" he asked, and I looked at him, he just poured my food, and he is asking me what my name is? worse, he got married to me and has no idea what my name is? unbelievable.
" Aurora," I mumbled.
"Well, Aurora, there are certain rules you must follow in this house; no one eats dinner past 7pm," he said, and I looked at him, why can't I eat dinner past 7? I have one of those bodies that takes food anyday and anytime, and nothing would happen to me m. I can eat something heavy by 12am, and I would still have the best sleep.
"Do you understand me?" he snapped, and I nodded my head. he huffed at me going to the fridge and taking a bottle of water ans an apple. then he clapped his hand, and the light went off.
" Clean that up," his voice said in the darkness, and when I was sure he had left, I sank to the floor, crying my eyes out once again,, how do I clean this up without lights? he just ruined my dinner and night; what more is he going to ruin? I PROFANITY YOU DEXTER KING.