THE RUTHLESS FORCED BRIDE

Chapter 2

"Clothes for me," she mumbled, surprisingly staring at the clothes that now lay beside her as she sat on the bed, her hands moving around the well-styled gown beside her.

"Why do mom and dad get me a cloth?" "What's the big idea?" She questioned herself.

Observing and thinking for a while, with no reasonable reason coming to her mind, she takes the clothes from the bed, places them in her wardrobe, and returns to the bathroom to continue her previous action.

She dips her brush into her mouth, brushing each and every corner of her mouth with it; she just loves being neat.

Satisfied, she walks out of the bathroom and straight to her bed, where she sits, observing the room for a while before deciding to hover her eyes around. This being decided, she walks to the window and stares outside, at least to ease her loneliness.

She stares at anyone and anything she notices. She wishes she could one day be fortunate enough to go out and make new friends and explore the world like every other person out there.

"Baby," she heard, and shifting her gaze to the location, the cool voice remained on her foster mother's lips, which held sweet smiles as she walked towards her.

"Dear mother, it's nice seeing you," she mumbles, resting her head on her mother's shoulder as she sits next to her.

"Who wants to visit me, mother?" she asked, remembering the cloth the maid brought earlier, withdrawing from her body, awaiting an urgent reply.

"My dear Sarah, I won't be saying it to you now because I want you to meet him by yourself," Her mother replied, and with the tap of her feet, a few maids rush into the room, each holding a tray of something.

"Drop those on the table and get out," she orders the maids, returning her stare to Sarah, who stares at the whole scenario.

"Darling Sarah, please go into your dressing room and put on the gown I brought for you earlier, okay?" Her mother said, being the obedient that she is, smiling as she nod her head before speaking.

"Okay, mom, I will do as you have said for the time being; excuse me," Sarah says as she walks away to carry out her mother's instruction, hoping to return to meet a reasonable explanation.

Minutes later, she walks out of the dressing room, looking all stunning and beautiful in her classy royal gown.

"You are looking so good, Sarah; I could mistake you for a princess if I didn't know you." A compliment from her mother– making her heart flutter. "Come sit over here so I can add to your beauty," Her foster mother said, pulling out the chair in front of the mirror for Sarah to rest her butt while holding a makeup brush.

"Now I will just drop this and style your hair in a royal braid," she says, keeping the brush and reaching out to Sarah's hair.

Professionally, she styled the hair to suit her taste and gave Sarah the opportunity to stare at her beautiful reflection in the mirror with a smile, looking at her mother’s caring act towards her.

"You look so beautiful, Sarah." Her mother said as she puts her hands on her Sarah’s shoulder.

"You look prettier than a queen now," She praises while applying makeup to Sarah's face, who just relaxes and lets her carry on with her action. Minutes later, she pulls Sarah aside and informs her she's done decorating her face as she packs the makeup back in the box.

"Is this me?" Sarah exclaimed, staring at her beautiful self in the mirror and finding it difficult to believe she was the one reflected there.

"Of course, baby." Her foster mother said.  "You are one beauty, and I am so proud of myself for raising a beauty like you," her mother says, lifting her from her chair and leading her to a standing fan near the mirror.

"Here we go; I'll be back soon," she finally mumbles, walking out and leaving Sarah alone.

"Is she ready?" Mrs. Yvonne's husband inquires as soon as she exits the room; he has been standing by the door for some time.

"Yes, she is ready and looking all pretty." Mrs. Yvonne said.

"I'm sure Mr. Nathaniel will be so happy to have her as a bride, won't he?" Said Sarah’s foster father as a grin was slowly showing on his lips staring at her wife thinking they hit the jackpot.

"Of course he would and he should already feel lucky as we are feeling lucky." She said as she kissed his husband’s cheek.

 "You know Sarah is a really pretty damsel, and no man can resist her, so definitely he will.”

"A sudden knock on the door distracts the couple, making them stare at each other in surprise.

"Is it possible it's Mr. Nathaniel?" It's just 1:00. I'm not sure he would be here by now." Mrs. Yvonne mumbles, her eyes still dancing around her husband, who shouldn't utter a word.

"There is only one way to find out," She continues, walking straight to the door and sinking her eyes into the door peephole as she withdraws, fear written all over her face.

"It's Mr. Nathaniel; We should hurry or all of us will be doomed," she cries fearfully.

"Why are you delaying?" A baritone voice roared. "Do you want this house to burn down this house with you all in it?" One of the guards surrounding Mr. Nathaniel grunted harshly from without making Mrs. Yvonne's trembling hands reach out to the door, cracking it open, her face entwined in a fake but fearful smile.

"Sorry for the delay," she manages to say, her head down in submission to the ruthless man infront of her, who stares briskly for a while before stepping a foot into the mansion.

"Where is she?" He sits in one of the parlor chairs, looking around the mansion for his bride-to-be.

“She is upstairs,” Mrs. Yvonne stated, fidgeting with her fingers as she looks at the man infront of her.

“I will go get her immediately.” she replied immediately, pacing backwards as the maids followed her. Taking the stairs in a hurry, and moments later walked down with Sarah, who still didn't understand what was happening.

“Who is that man over there?” she whispers to her mother, her own ears itching for a quick reply, but her mother plays dumb, pulling her along.

"Here is your beautiful bride," she states as soon as she stands before the ruthless with Sarah.

"His bride?  I don't understand what's going on here,” Sarah flings her heart almost leaping out of its place. She might be dreaming.

"Sarah, you are the ruthless new bride, and you will go home with him and never return here," her mother says watching as her mouth flies open in shock.