Irresistible Invitations

JULIETTE

I looked out the window to find only clouds. It frustrated me. I had been sitting in the same room for God knows how long. So, I made up my mind to explore around.

The stunt I had pulled a few hours ago was still fresh in my mind. Still, I only wanted to know the reason behind the entire contingency.

I walked out of the room. Crossing a small cabin, I reached the front of the plane. There I saw the devil himself sleeping on his seat, with his head leaning against the headrest.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep.

He had taken my peace and dreams away from me. I was supposed to enjoy my life and my honeymoon with Emmett, but here I was, mourning his death and married to a stranger.

I didn’t understand what to do.

Should I cry and shut myself down for Emmett’s death, or should I take revenge for him?

Finally, I decided to lock away all my tears and sorrow inside me until I took my revenge. I won’t feel satisfied until I make this Zachary guy kneel before me and ask for forgiveness for what he did to Emmett and me.

Suddenly, the plane began to tremble, bringing me back to reality. I lost my balance and fell on my front. I instinctively closed my eyes and waited to fall, but my eyes fluttered open, and I found myself sprawled over Zachary.

For the second time today.

He held my arms, supporting me, while I sat sideways on his lap. His eyes displayed shock and surprise, and I was mesmerized by his brown eyes, which were full of deep secrets, and something else that I couldn’t comprehend.

His eyes began to flutter. I snapped out of our little moment and jerked away from him as soon as I realized I was sitting on a murderer’s lap.

“What the hell is your problem?” he asked, narrowing his eyes while adjusting his black suit.

“You are my problem,” I spoke lowly, but I knew he heard it.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as I sat in another seat in front of him.

He stared at me for a few minutes and, as usual, chose to ignore me. Leaning back against his seat, he closed his eyes, shutting me out.

“Fine,” I muttered, irritated by his rudeness.

I chose to calm myself down and leaned my head against the window.

I wanted to forget everything that had happened a few hours ago. I felt drained of energy, and I wanted to accept anything that could provide me peace and calmness.

I closed my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, feeling cold.

Who knew that a simple wedding could turn out to be this horrendous? I thought as my eyes drifted to darkness.

“Get up!” I heard someone.

As I began to gain consciousness, I rubbed my eyes and looked up to find the murderer standing before me and looking down at me with a bored expression.

“Get up! We are here. Follow me!” he commanded me as if I were his dog, turned back, and walked away.

As I got up from my seat, I felt something drop to the floor. I looked down to find a shawl. Confused, I picked it up and ran my palm over the soft material, wondering who had covered me with it.

“I said follow me.” I heard him speak. Without wasting any more time, I took that shawl with me as I followed him.

He walked out of the plane with me trailing behind him. I looked around to find ourselves surrounded by luxurious black cars whose names I didn’t know.

I sucked at all this.

For me, a car is a car.

I noticed bodyguards dressed in typical black clothes with black sunglasses, ensuring security.

“Sir, welcome back.” A guy bowed his head before Zachary, getting a slight nod in return.

“This way.” He escorted us to a black, luxurious car. Without uttering anything, I followed Zachary into the car as I knew trying to escape was useless.

First, I had no idea where in the world I was. Second, I was surrounded by his men. Last, I didn’t want to escape before getting my answers and revenge.

I silently sat in the car, lost in deep thought. I tried to gain an idea of where I was by looking outside the window for any shops or clues. However, everything was written in an unknown language.

As I didn’t find a single clue, I eventually gave up.

However, when I saw the pyramids, I realized I was in Egypt.

How can I be so stupid to not recognize this earlier? I questioned myself.

I just can’t believe this. This freaking monster made me travel all the way to Egypt. But how in the world could I not know this earlier?

I looked toward my left to find Zachary typing something on his phone. I tried to peep, but a shiny material that poked out of his waistline forced me to sit back in my seat.

“Why in the world is he always carrying that stupid gun with him?” I muttered as I closed my eyelids, feeling frustrated.

“Why are we in Egypt?” I asked in a low voice.

For a few minutes, I thought that he hadn’t heard me, but when he replied, I wished I had never asked him.

“You are where I have brought you,” he spoke in a bored tone as he continued typing on his phone.

“Idiot!” I muttered.

The car ride continued in silence, and after an hour, we reached our destination. The car came to a halt before a house. I scoffed looking at the house. At least, my house was bigger than this.

“We will be staying here for three weeks, then we will fly back to my place,” he said as he stepped out of the car.

“Y-Your place? What do you mean by that? Isn’t this your place?” I questioned, feeling confused.

“Do you think I stay somewhere like this?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I chose to keep my mouth shut.

Of course! He would never stay somewhere like this. Ever!

He walked toward the entrance, and as usual, I followed him.

“Whitney, take her to her room,” he ordered a woman who wore a black dress for maids.

“And send me something to eat,” he commanded again and silently walked away, leaving me alone with Whitney.

“Please follow me,” Whitney spoke professionally, and I followed her lead.

“Here. This is your room for now.” She opened a door that led into a room. It was a mid-sized room painted in purple and white.

The room also had an attached bathroom and a wardrobe. A small bed was placed in its middle; however, there were no windows.

“Why isn’t there any window in here?” I asked, feeling confused.

I had already started to hate this room. I felt suffocated.

“Please give me some other room,” I told her and tried to leave, but she stood before me with an apologetic look on her face.

“I am sorry, Ma’am, but Sir told me to give you this room only. You cannot leave this room,” she spoke with a low voice.

“Wha—”

She cut me off. “Please change into something comfortable. Your wardrobe has been set. I will bring you your food.” She bowed and closed the door on my face.

“What the…” I banged on the door. “Open the door! Please! Open the door.”

When no one responded, I eventually gave up. I then slid against the door, crying and sobbing as I remembered the uneventful events that had occurred only a few hours ago.

After crying my eyes out, I managed to stand, but my feet wobbled due to low energy.

“I just hate you for all this, Zachary!” I screamed as tears pooled in my eyes. Then I made my way toward the bathroom.

The wedding dress suffocated me, and I wanted myself out of it as soon as possible. I could not bear seeing those blood stains on my dress, which served as a reminder of painful memories.

After entering the small bathroom, I got rid of the dress as soon as possible and took a cold shower that helped me relax. I painfully rubbed my body, feeling disgusted that a murderer had touched me.

What Zachary had done was a sin. He had done it in a holy church, and for that, I wished God to punish him.

I wiped and wrapped my body with a towel and walked out of the bathroom. The squeaking sounds of the ceiling fan caught my attention, and I feared it would fall on me.

Opening the wardrobe, I fished out a layered spaghetti top and black, one-third pants, but no undergarments.

“I guess I have to manage with this,” I muttered as I changed into those clothes and wrapped my way hair using the same towel.

I then lay down on the bed, blankly watching the ceiling fan rotate.

Eventually, I passed out with only one person on my mind.

Emmett.