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The bouquet flew threw through the air and it felt as if I was watching it in slow motion.

Everyone jumped up to try to catch it and multiple gasps were heard as it landed straight into Leanne's arms!

Everyone cheered as Ananya came over to her and they celebrated. I ran over to them and gave them a big hug.

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The wedding was finally over. Everyone had started to apparate back to their houses.

We were ushered upstairs by my mother while she kept all the gifts in a different room. Before we could climb up the stairs however,

She came running up to us. "STOP! DONT CLIMB THE STAIRS!" she said and we both froze in place.

She caught up to us and said, "It is our family tradition that the groom picks up the bride before departing to their room!"

I looked over at Mattheo who did not look pleased about this at all. I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Fine, lets just get this done with." I said as I walked closer to him.

He gave me a sharp look before bending down to pick me up bridal style. I let out a yelp as he started climbing the stairs.

I swear to god if he drops me I'm going to drop kick his ass.

Right before the final step his foot faltered and I gripped onto his shoulder in reflex.

We were still standing upright. I slowly looked up to see him smirking down at me.

Of course he did that on purpose.

We finally got to our room and as soon as he opened the door we were welcomed by a king size bed decorated with ROSE PETALS.

Then it hit me. The freaking wedding night. I was not doing this, not with Mattheo.

His jaw hung low as he looked at the bed. He let his arms hang loose and dropped me in the process.

This son of a bitch.

I got up hastily and rubbed my back where I had fallen.

I picked up my wand and quickly waved it to get rid of the petals.

"Why did you do that? I kind of liked it you know." He said in a mocking manner.

"Lets see, Because obviously I don't want to fuck you." I snapped.

"If anything made you think I was even thinking about it, Then think again." He replied.

I rolled my eyes and went over to my cupboard. The heels of my feet were killing me. I took them off and changed into a tight tank top with some shorts.

As soon as I closed the wardrobe door Mattheo pushed me up against the wall and pinned my arms beside me.

"DONT GIVE ME THAT ATTITUDE. TRUST ME IT WONT END WELL." He growled lowly into my ear.

I whimpered slightly as he pressed my arms harder.

"I WILL DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT! YOU DONT OWN ME."

"DONT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT." He said again and held my chin tightly.

I moved my now free arm to his face and swung it as hard as I could.

A 'smack' sound was heard as my palm hit his cheek. He immediately let go of me and I stood my ground.

I quickly walked over to the bed and got in. I laid on my side away from where Mattheo was standing.

I turned my head to look at him and his face looked murderous. I quickly looked away and buried my face into the pillow.

"how. dare. you." He said, his voice almost a whisper. It was nearly inaudible but it felt as if those words kept bouncing off the walls again and again until there were the only ones I could hear.

He stomped over to me and pulled me up by the arm. I stumbled to stand up as he pulled me away.

I walked behind him, not daring to ask another question.

He walked silently and tugged every now and then. I could not help but wonder where he was taking me.

He kept climbing the stairs until we were on the roof. The bitterly cold air of December whipped at my face.

"Look around" He said while pointing to the multiple houses around us.

I looked at him confused as he kept pointing. "All these families, ALL of them are pure-blood wizarding families."

"I know that." I softly replied.

"Then why. why was I married to the one girl I hate." He said.

"Why are you asking questions that neither of us know the answer to?" I screamed.

"THAT IS THE PROBLEM Y/N. I HATE NOT KNOWING. I HATE THE FACT THAT OUT OF ALL OTHERS MY FATHER CHOOSE YOU. I HATE NOT KNOWING WHY!"

"YOU THINK I DONT WONDER ABOUT THAT TOO? EVERY SINGLE NIGHT BEFORE I GO TO BED I ASK MYSELF THE SAME QUESTION!" I Said.

"I KNOW MY FATHER Y/N. HE DID NOT DO THIS JUST FOR THE SAKE OF BLOOD PURITY. HE HAS SOMETHING ELSE ON HIS MIND. SOMETHING EVIL."

"SO WHY DO YOU CARE? WHY DO YOU CARE IF HE DOES. EVEN IF HE HURTS ME ITS NOT LIKE IT MATTERS!"

"IT DOES MATTER! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND Y/N. IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU. I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO LIVE WITH MYSELF."

"I-i will blame myself and I cannot go through that again." He said sitting down with his head in his hands.

"a-again? what do you mean again?" I asked slowly sitting beside him.

"My mother. Ever since she passed, I have always blamed myself. I blame myself for not having been there." he said looking up at me. He had a look of sorrow on his face.

"She passed when I was in my fourth year. I was never told what actually happened to her, only that she was no more. When I got home that evening my father didn't even come to comfort me. He didn't even look remotely sad. And I knew, I knew it was my father who killed her." He finished.

I sat there in disbelief trying to understand everything.

Mattheo got up and left. He never did well with emotional scenarios.

I returned back to bed and slept before my head hit the pillow.

I left her on the roof and hurriedly walked down the stairs. I was late. Terribly late.

I quickly reached the room in which my father was living. I knocked thrice on the door and he let me in.

"Did you do what I asked Mattheo?" He asked in his snake like voice.

"Yes father." I replied.

"Good. Now that you are married, I can tell you the real reason and mission you are to complete."

"Yes father."

===========End of Part 9==========

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