Your body in the white sparkly dress felt strange.

The smell of flowers and the splash of water felt serene.

The people sat on wooden chairs with no sight of your pain.

All of their faces resemble none of your kin.

You could almost hear a drop of a pin with the silence there is.

The artist in front said his vows and you followed along.

As if all the fearful and anxious moments you had never happened.

It seems as if you don't know anyone and no one knows you.

Though the artist in front awed at you.

Was he the only one to know your current self?

Or what if he's the one who made your current you?

...

Everyone began clapping once the most-loved artist brought you in for a kiss. It all happened so suddenly.

Everyone looks happy for some reason. You don't even know them and you don't think they know you that well too.

The artist in front looks ebullient in particular. His pearly teeth match his platinum-blonde hair. His huge smile shines and everyone would leave their mouths agape.

You didn't want this.

You never wanted this.

You moved your head to the side to gaze at the waves and birds that flew above it. You need to keep your mind off this present matter.

...

"I'm so excited. I'm very happy." Calvin mumbled as he began to place some food on his plate. His grin from before remains. You don't think you could call this a special occurrence at this point. He always seems to be smiling around you as the day of your wedding gets closer and closer.

And now here you are, quietly munching into the delicious wedding cake.

You stayed silent as always. You never try to utter a word, otherwise, you could accidentally insult him and receive punishment.

You didn't want that. Heck, you never even wanted all of this since the beginning.

You never expected nor wanted the suicide of your boyfriend nor the death of his family.

You never expected nor wanted this man to bring you to his home to violate your rights and force you to marry him.

You never wanted any of this.

You just wish to have a peaceful life with a modeling career, possibly start a fashion business, marry the love of your life and travel the world with him.

But this 'most-loved' artist seems to take it all away.

So, of course, your anger built up day by day as you're with him. You don't think you could start a conservation with him because your insulting thoughts might slip out.

All you have to do is nod and give simple replies.

"Yeah." You gulped down the apple juice after eating the slice of cake.

It tastes nice.

...

"This view is amazing, don't you think?" Strands of platinum-blonde hair swayed back along with the direction of the strong wind.

You stepped closer to the edge and looked down. Plenty of cars moved horizontally. There also appear to be people walking on the sidewalks and enjoying their time.

The wind felt nice. It blew against your hair, making it fly. Calvin got a gorgeous view of your face.

"You're stunning." Suddenly, arms were wrapped around your waist. Sloppy kisses are repeatedly placed around your neck.

Your breath hitched.

You should try to get used to this. You recently got married. Your wedding was yesterday. The both of you are planning to go on a honeymoon this week.

You must get used to this, but, you still struggled to do so.

"Mhm," You hummed as a reply. A slight crack in your noise shows that you're nervous, which didn't go unnoticed by Calvin.

The painter stopped. "Are you okay?" His head tilted.

He placed his hands on your stomach. He began to caress it gently as he waited for your answer.

"Mhm." You hummed in response again.

He continues to rub around your stomach with his hands.

"I'm so excited to create a family with you!" He randomly bursts out with an ebullient smile. "Can't wait to have this tummy bloated with our kids." He sighed dreamily.

This guy got a breeding kink or something? This man is obsessed with the idea of making a family.

You recalled him talking nonstop about baby names, how many kids should you have, where to build the big house for the big family, and all that shit.

Even so, you're tired and you don't think you could handle the pregnancy, nor can your baby. You're stressed all the time. You've always heard how pregnant women are not supposed to be stressed.

So, you don't want to be pregnant. You don't even want to carry the child of this man.

"I sure hope not." You ended up voicing out aloud your thoughts. Your eyes widened at what you have done. Hopefully, that came out as a mumble and that the painter couldn't hear it.

But it appears otherwise.

Of course, he'd hear it. His face was near yours.

You'd never thought how a simple question like that could sound so intimidating.

Though it seems like Calvin knows how to make things seem frightening enough with just his aura.

"Mind repeating what you have just said?"

You're in great trouble right now.