Never Let Go — Trapped✔

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Chapter 11 [Tied knot]

The bright sunlight fell on my face as I struggled with my dress. Jesus! It was a blast. It was not a casual white colored bridal dress but a red one engraved with diamonds.

It looked good on me but I had developed an instant hate for it the moment I laid my eyes on it. Just knowing that it was made by my forced future husband, I disliked it. Fuck, I hated it to my core.

.... but it was beautiful.

Passing last day was a challenge. In my whole twenty four years of life, I would not have counted minutes on my fingertips as slower than yesterday. Shopping with the man of honor and then a complete suspicious lecture from my parents and friend nearly took me off the cliff.

I had told them that it was me who came up with the idea to marry right away and... it was indeed true. I knew Ashton would do something and mess things up and therefore; I had to save my brother from falling into depth.

Atleast I could be at peace a little that Drayton King was not here. I sighed and pushed off the strands away from my face. We were having a small wedding but it was everything a bride could ask for.

Irony, this bride did not want anything more than her freedom. Freedom from this coming marriage.

For a moment I looked at the window and contemplated on running away but it would only fuel things further. I almost choked when I remembered something. And as if on a cue, my phone rung.

I cursed under my breathe and picked up the call.

“Yes, Mr. Bradford?” I murmured dryly and counted the diamond beads on the gown slowly.

“Open the damn door.” He hissed, his voice very low.

I blinked hard and looked around myself.

“Where are you?” I whispered lowly before hitting my head with the back of my hand.

Why the fuck was I whispering?

“In front of your bridal room. Back door.”

“Why do you want to come inside?” I almost yelled at him, clutching the sides of my chair.

“I want to talk. Now, open!” He sibilated, making shivers run through my body.

Hell, why did it feel so intimidating?

I stood up and strode towards the door with timid steps. My heartbeat escalated without any reason and I just turned the knob, letting him inside.

He almost crashed down the door and barged inside, breathing heavily. I took two three steps backwards, taking precautionary steps.

He raised his eyebrow, eyeing me up an down.

“Are you afraid of me?” He frowned slightly, his eyebrows tilted.

“No. Just disgusted by your presence.” I raised my chin in defiance and looked into his eyes coldly.

He lifted his eyes away for a second before he blinked.

“I have heard worse. It doesn’t affect me.” He shrugged, clenching his jaws as he roamed a hand across his silky locks.

I could not help my dirty mind but admire how he looked in a tux. Sexy and hot.

“Seems like this time it does affect you. Tell me don’t you feel a but ashamed of what you’re doing? Blackmailing a woman and marrying her out of will?” I gulped, unable to keep myself shut when I had caught lion a little but off-guard.

I knew I was testing my luck but everyone has to die one day. He probably won’t kill me today.

“Don’t push your luck and no! I don’t feel anything for a woman like you. I have only one aim and that is to make your life living hell.” He marinated lowly, pinning me with his gaze as he stepped towards me.

I licked my lips and rolled my eyes, focusing somewhere else.

“Why are you here?”

“I am not answerable to you, am I?” He raised his hand, curling his finger around the tendril of hair on my face.

He played it for a second before tucking it behind my ear, making me shudder as his cold fingertips touched my skin. My eye splashed with his grey ones in shock and I pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I wanted to look if you were upto my standards.” He muttered, checking me up and down.

I curled my fingers and dug the heels into the furry rug on the floor. Disgusting man.

“You’re crossing your lim—”

“I haven’t even shown you my limits so shut up before I do the honors of breaking the peaceful silence here.” His eyes zeroed into me and I clenched my eyes shut.

What had I put myself into?

“You told your parents a lie but this time, I will help you out. My family is not coming in our wedding.” He spoke out of sudden, making me sigh I relief and frown in confusion.

“How do you know about it?” I never told him that I made a lie in front of my parents that his parents did not support our marriage.

So, how did he get to know?

“Does not concern you. Your father will be here any minute. I should go.”

I nodded and tilted my head towards the door.

“You look good in red.” And then he left like thin dust in air.

I blinked and looked at myself into the mirror.

“What the fuck did he just say?”


“Girl, you still have the time. Stop this marriage.” Dad warned as he gave me the bouquet of white and red roses.

I just smiled and shook my head.

“I want to marry, dad. Please no more arguments on this.” I pleaded, exhaling heavily.

“Caitlyn, if someone is troubling you, tell us, my pie. I don’t want anything else more than you happiness.” My mom caressed my head and whispered, making me smile.

“I’m happy, mom. I’m happy, see!” I smiled at her, showing my teeth and she laughed.

“Why are Samantha and Jake not coming inside, Cait? Did you have a fight?” Dad frowned, linking his arm with me.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

“Just a small one.”

“Solve it soon.”

I sighed and nodded.

“Shall we go?” Dad asked, his posture stiff all of sudden. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, clutching his arm for support.

This was it.

“Yes,” I simply whispered and walked alongwith him. No one beside my mom trailing behind me.

“Wait!” Our steps halted as a feminine voice called out.

My lips curled into a smile and let go of my dad’s arm. I turned around only to be engulfed in hug by Jake and Samantha. I sniffed and tried not to cry. It would ruin the makeup everyone worked for hours.

“Com’on, let go. We gotta threaten your groom a little.” Samantha pulled away, dabbing near her eyes with tissue.

Everyone chuckled and I too wiped my face, making sure not to look a cry baby.

“Everyone is waiting,” Mom spoke as we heard the music playing on piano.

I nodded and fisted my hands with a resolve. Without any word, I linked my arm with my dad again and walked along with him. My heart can enjoy my throat and pumped loudly as we neared the aisle.

My breathe hitched as the bright light hit my eyes, making me squint them. My lips parted and my eyes went in the direction of the man who was ready to take me away from everyone. Take me away from my world to his.

He was dangerously hot and my heart feared it might explode anytime. I clutched my dad tightly as we descended down the stairs. He held my eyes with his and a smirk formed on his lips.

I didn’t know a thing about him other than who he was. He was mysteriou, hot danger who messed up my life. I felt my life was boring but never wanted this much ride and adventure that god was gifting me with.

I swallowed hard as stalked towards us with long steps. Everything about him screamed power and danger. I gulped as he stopped two foots away from us.

“May I?” He forwarded his hand in front of me, staring at my dad who had his eyes fixed on Theodore Bradford.

“Not until you oath to protect her from world and yourself.” Dad titled his head, his shoulders tightened and squared.

I held my breathe as I eyes his waiting hand. It was a nightmare and I was a doll. I shivered as his cold gaze seemed to pierce through me even though he was looking looking my dad.

“I promise to protect her.” He muttered, raising his hand a little upward, in front of my face.

Dad stiffly nodded and turned to me. I pasted a fake, strained smile as he kissed my forehead.

“Are you sure, princess?” He murmured softly, eyes searching mine.

I nodded wordlessly and turned to my right side to see Samantha talking on the phone. My heart thumped wildly as my dad lifted my hand and kept in on his, dealing our fate.

I felt disgusted by myself but shook the thought off. We were going to lie in front of god.

I shivered as sparks run through my body the moment his fingers touched mine. I gulped when he curled his hand around my hand tightly but comfortably. He nodded at dad and kissed my knuckles.

I almsot stumbled down the last step of stair when his warm lips touched my skin.

“You look beautiful, Caitlyn.” He complemented, maintaining the act in front of my parents.

“Th–thank you.” I gritted out, smiling.

He helped me get down the stairs and put his arm at my lower back as we strode towards the priest. I looked around at the arrangements non-chalantly as we reached the stage.

He nodded at the father and stood in front of me.

“We are gathered here in the presence of God, family, and friends to unite Theodore Bradford and Caitlyn King in holy matrimony.” Father’s voice reached everyone across the hall and goosebumps rose on my arm and neck as the reality of situation hit me hard.

It was real and I was immobile. I had to marry him.

“Marriage is an honorable estate, and is therefore not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, advisedly, soberly, and with God’s blessing.” I looked into the eyes of Mr. Bradford and scoffed internally.

Oh we are entering into this bond very seriously.

“Today, they will receive God’s greatest gift; another person to share with, grow with, change with, be joyful with, and to stand with as one when trials and tribulations enter their lives.”

“It is fitting, therefore, that we should on this occasion begin by asking for God’s blessing on this marriage. Let us pray...” Silence encoded the room and I clutched the silky material of my red dress.

Why is my heart beating so fast?

“Heavenly Father, we gather to celebrate your gift of love, and its presence among us. We rejoice that these two people have chosen to commit themselves to a life of loving faithfulness to one another.”

My hands shook lightly as the coldness in the room covered me completely. I took a deep breathe and closed my eyes. I could feel the sweat trailing on my forehead, palms and legs. I could every sensation in my body.

“We praise you, Lord, for the ways you have touched our lives with loving relationships such as Theodore and Caitlyn’s and we give thanks for the special love and friendship you have put in their hearts.”

Suddenly I felt a hand engulfing mine. I opened my eyes and my orbs met with the grey one who looked cold and blank.

“Renew within us an affectionate and loving spirit.”

Lies. Everything was a lie. We were lying in front of god. There was no affection, love or as minimal as humanity between both of us.

“Enrich our lives with the gracious gift of your love so that we may embrace others with that same love.”

I took a shallow, deep breathe and tried to focus on my breathing.

“May our participation in this celebration of love and commitment, give to us a new joy and responsiveness to the relationships that we cherish.” Father lightened the candle and looked at everyone.

“In your loving arms, we pray, Amen.”

“Amen,” Everyone chanted behind him and clapped as the ceremony finally started.

“You may all be seated.” He muttered loudly and opened the Bible.

“You were about to have a panick attack. Don’t ruin this.” Mr. Bradford bent down and hissed in my ears, making me push his hand away in unnoticeable manner.

Heartless man.

Father turned to us as everyone seated and asked for the rings to be brought.

“Marriage is a joyous occasion. It is connected in our thoughts with the charm of love, the warmth of home, and with all that is pleasant, as being one of the most important events of our lives.”

“Its sacredness and unity is the most significant and binding covenant known in human relations.”

Was it this sacred?

Two different human beings join their different worlds and indulge in one. Was it worth it?

“Theodore and Caitlyn, let me charge you both to remember that your future happiness is to be in mutual consideration, patience, kindness, confidence, and affection.”

My heart was nowhere near to be calm. The priest’s words hit me hard again and again. Our future happiness had to be in mutual consideration. Would it be like that?

“It is the duty of each of you to find your greatest joy in the company of the other; to remember that your love pledged today must remain undivided for a lifetime.”

There is no love.

How could I find joy with the man who ruined my life? How could I love his company when he was the one to blackmail me against my family.

Father looked into the eyes of Mr. Bradford.

“It is your duty, Theodore, to be to Caitlyn, a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving husband: to support, guide and cherish her in prosperity and trouble; to thoughtfully and carefully enlarge the place she holds in your life; to constantly show to her the tokens of your affection, to shelter her from danger, and to love her with an unchangeable love.”

The words studded into my heart and my breathe hitched as the grey eyed man nodded and stared at me.

Father cleared his throat and looked at me.

“It is your duty, Caitlyn, to be to Theodore, a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving wife; to comfort, guide and cherish him in prosperity and trouble; to give to him the unfailing pieces of evidence of your affection; and to continue making the place he holds in your heart, broader and deeper; to support him, value him and work with him to make your marriage the very best that it can be.”

He does no hold any place in my heart and even if he holds, it is especially not love. It is hatred.

I could not show him affection when I had never understood how to show it. How could I be tender towards him? How could I... support him, value him?

I can never work with him. This marriage can never be best. All it can ever be; a deal.

“Hold each other’s hands for vows.”

I sighed internally and gave my shaking palms to him as he asked.

“I call your attention to the seriousness of the decision which you have made and the covenant you are about to declare before God.”

“The vows you are about to take care not to be taken without careful thought, for in them you are committing yourselves exclusively to one another for as long as you both shall live.”

Commitment.

Exclusive.

As long as we both live.

Never.

“If you are ready to assume the obligations and duties before God, as I have defined them, you will unite your hands and pledge your love and your lives to each other.”

My eyes teared as I stared into his eyes. I was going to pledge my love and life to him when there was no love.

“Groom, Theodore Bradford, please repeat after me.”

“I Theodore Bradford, take you, Caitlyn King, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow.”

His cold eyes bore into mine as he stepped near me, my hands into his.

“I Theodore Bradford, take you, Caitlyn King, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow.”

His granite voice boomed into the room and my heart jumped to my throat. There was no backing down.

“Now Bride, please repeat after me.”

“I Caitlyn King, take you, Theodore Bradford, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow”

I sighed and exhaled heavily, grasping his hands tightly as I felt the panick attack coming back. He pressed my hand with his and stared at me.

“I Caitlyn King, take you, Theodore Bradford, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow”

I bit my lip to stop it from trembling as the hall roared to life with the sounds of hoots and claps.

“You will now exchange rings as a symbol of the lifelong commitment and abiding love which you as husband and wife have promised to each other.”

I gulped as he left my right hand and picked up the ring while I did the same.

“Groom first. Please repeat after me. I give you this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness.”

I released the breathe that I was holding as put the ringer across my ring finger and followed after the father,

“I give you this ring as a sign of my strong feelings and faithfulness.”

“Bride too please.”

I held his left hand and closed my eyes before putting the ring in one go and left his hands.

“I give you this ring as a token of my feelings and faithfulness.”

Everyone clapped again and I zoned myself out. It was a walking nightmare. Even though we signed papers yesterday, I felt married now. I was really married.

“Eternal God, help Theodore and Caitlyn to fulfill the promises they have made here today and to reflect your steadfast love in their commitment to each other.”

“Give them kindness and patience, affection and understanding, happiness, and contentment. May their family and friends continue to support them in difficult days, so that their love for each other may continue to grow as long as they both shall live.”

“Let us all pray...

Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On Earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us,
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power, and the glory,
Forever and ever.”

“Amen.”

“Amen,” Everyone chorused and I let my shoulder hang low.

“Theodore Bradford and Caitlyn King Bradford, having witnessed your vows for marriage before God and all who are assembled here, by the authority invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. No, I was not a Bradford.

“It is my pleasure to introduce you to you for the first time. From today onwards, you both would be one. Your decisions would be one. Your love towards each other would be one. May fatherly god bless you with happily married lives and kids.”

My cheeks turned red and unintentionally I looked at him. He seemed to be in a disney land. He was not even least bit affected.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

I gasped lowly and looked at the father. Kiss? I did not think about it. I licked my lips as nervousness consumed me and I almost jumped as he grasped my waist. His lips twitched slightly and my voice seemed do be frozen.

“Stop,” I hissed as I saw him leaning towards me and warned, “Don’t you dare.”

“You are not worth kissing my ass so don’t you dare ki—” I choked as he kissed my forehead and then his lips trailed down my nose; to my lips. My breathe stuck in my throat as he pressed his lips firmly on my lisp before pulling back with a victorious smirk on his face.

“Who wants to kiss your ass when I can kiss your lips?” He chuckled darkly and I clenched my hands.

“You—!”

I stopped as I remembered the audience we were entertaining. I clenched my jaw as he curled his arm around my wasit and pulled me at his side.

“Enjoy. We would like to retire for the day.” He spoke loudly while I could do nothing.

What could I say?

There was no after dance. Nothing.

Not that I wanted.

“Come, Mrs. Bradford.” He spoke into my ears, brushing brushing lips on the shell.

“Take her and show her to my room. I will come back later.” Mr. Bradford ordered to his chauffeur and I shivered, looking at the amounts of bodyguards around us.

Everything was nothing but a video in my mind as I sat into his black car and disappeared away from the party. It was good though; I was tired of smiling so much.

“In the last, I am married. I’m sorry Ashton.”

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