Irresistible Invitations

“Em-Emmett,” I said, registering what just happened. I was in a state of shock now. I was beginning to feel my head spinning very badly yet I managed to compose myself.

“Emmett!” I cried as I ran to him, dodging Zachary successfully.

“Emmett!” I cried holding his face. His eyes were closed and I looked down to see blood oozing out of his middle region.

“Emmett open your eyes. Please!” I begged and cried when he didn’t even respond.

“Juliette!” I heard someone calling me, and I looked towards the people to see Jace screaming for me as he was held by a man stopping him from coming near me.

“J-Jace look what happened to Emmett. He is just not opening his eyes,” I cried.

“Juliette!” Kiara cried looking at me.

“Kiara look what just happened,” I cried holding Emmett’s face.

“Emme-” I was cut off by Zachary himself as he shouted “Enough!” at me and got hold of my arm, pulling me up. I began to struggle against him to free myself.

“Let me go!”

“You are coming with me,” he spoke in a stoic voice and began to drag me with him.

“Juliette!” I heard everyone shouting for me.

“Leave her!” Kiara screamed trying to get me from the crowd.

“Leave me!” I cried, even more, when he ignored my pleadings and began to walk towards the exit.

“Where are you taking me? Let me go!” I cried as I began to struggle again and tried to get myself free.

“Juliette!” I heard my father screaming for me.

I looked back at them to see them crying for me. My eyes fell on the figure who was lying on the floor.

“Emmett,” I whispered feeling helpless.

I was dragged out of the church and immediately a limo pulled in before us.

Zachary nodded at his men who were surrounding us holding their guns, probably for security. Security for Zachary.

Zachary pulled me towards the limo and I began to struggle more.

“Leave me! Leave me!” I screamed and finally, I was able to yank my hand away from his hold. As soon as I was able to free myself, I turned around to run back to Emmett, but again I was stopped when Zachary took hold of my hand and made me turn back to him again.

Using all my force, I used my other hand to slap him hard on his face.

His face turned to the left and his eyes widened, probably due to shock.

“You bastard, who do you think you are?” I began to scream at him.

Suddenly his face contorted with anger and he glared at me, looking way too angry.

“You will know soon who I am,” he hissed and pulled me to him making me gasp. “And as for that slap...” he traced my face using his gun, “I will just let it slip, as it was too much for you for a day; but...” he stopped on my lips, “next time I will kill you,” he warned and his eyes showed sincerity.

I gulped a lump in my throat, but nevertheless stood my position. I glared back at him, which made him smirk.

“Feisty huh?” He whispered seductively.

“Now! Be a good girl if you want your family to get out of that church alive,” he pulled me closer as he folded my hand on my back.

“W-What do you mean?” I whispered, not finding my voice. My heart was thumping loudly.

“My men are still inside that church. One wrong move from you and they are dead,” he spoke emotionlessly, as if killing people was nothing to him.

“You wouldn’t,” I stammered, feeling anxiety growing inside me. I was feeling suffocated now.

“Try me,” he whispered.

“Why are you doing this?” I cried, as I couldn’t stop my tears any longer. I began to feel helpless.

He stared down at me, but never answered my question. He took hold of my hand and turned around, dragging me with him. I kept my mouth closed, only because of his threat and cried, silently following him.

He pushed me inside the limo and got in after me, closing the door. But I heard my name being called when he closed the door.

I looked out of the window to see Dad running out of the church with Jace, and soon Mom came following them.

“Juliette!” I couldn’t hear their voices, but guessed my name probably being called as they began to fight against the man trying to come to us.

The limo started to move, and soon it began to go to God knows where. I kept staring at the figure who was fighting against the man to get to me.

“Dad, Mom,” I whispered as we lost sight of them and I slumped back on my seat sobbing, feeling helpless. I looked towards the left, at Zachary who stared down at me with a neutral expression.

The only thing I felt for him right now was hatred. I hated him so much. He killed my love. The thought that I would be not seeing Emmett again in my life pained me, and I hated Zachary more for it. He was the reason for what had just happened.

“I hate you,” I whispered, but I knew he heard me as he turned his head away from my direction and stared out of the window.

“I just hate you,” I whispered again, but this time to myself as I silently leaned my head against the window and cried my eyes out.

I don’t know for how much longer I kept on crying, but soon I began to feel my head spin, and I closed my eyes, feeling tired all of a sudden. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was out. I found myself slipping into darkness.

I woke up feeling suffocated. My eyes fluttered open and I found myself in a closed room. I was lying on a bed, and I looked around to see it was a small room with dim lights. Everything was classy and seemed expensive. But what caught my attention was the sound of the engine.

“Oh no! I am in a plane?” I whispered, realizing it when my eyes fell on a small circular window, which showed me the clouds.

I got up from the bed and made my way towards the door, which I guessed was the attached bathroom. Luckily it was the bathroom. I could hear the wind more clearly. I looked at myself in the mirror to find myself a mess. My makeup was smudged and my lipstick was smudged towards the left.

Then I remembered the kiss that I shared with the man who killed my love. I shuddered and felt disgusted.

I had to splash water many times on my face to get rid of my makeup. I had to use soap, as there was no face wash. Using a brush, I brushed my hair and got rid of the clips. But what made me nauseous was the blood, which was on my dress.

It was Emmett’s blood.

My eyes teared up thinking about him. What would my parents be doing now?

“Emmett,” I cried, even more, realizing that I lost him. He was no more. I lost him before my eyes, and I couldn’t do anything to save him.

This is all because of Zachary.

Why did he kill him?

Why did he marry me?

I have never met Zachary before. It is clear that I do not know him in any way. So why did he kill Emmett and what did he marry me?

I remember what Zachary spoke earlier in that church. “Now you will feel how I felt when you took the most precious thing away from me.”

Precious thing?

Emmett took his precious thing?

No, he is lying. I know Emmett. He would never do this to anyone.

“But whatever it is, it doesn’t mean that you can just kill someone, and marry someone else forcefully against their will,” I spoke to myself. “I don't care what precious thing you lost, but you took the most precious thing away from me, and I will make sure to take revenge for it, making your life hell,” I swore my words were filled with venom.

I heard the door opening and closing. I assumed it was Zachary. He must be coming into the room to check on me.

I quickly composed myself, wiping away my tears, and made my way out of the bathroom. As soon as I came out I saw him standing near the bed with a hardened expression.

“Oh you are back,” I said sweetly, which made him furrow his eyebrows.

“Wha—”

I cut him off. “I was waiting for you,” I spoke and went towards the door, which was slightly ajar. I closed it and clicked the door knob close.

“What are you doing?” He asked as I turned around and I made my way towards him. As I walked, I began to unzip the zipper at the back of my dress.

“Honey, did you forget? It’s out wedding night after all,” I said and smirked inwardly when I saw his eyes widening with shock hearing me.

“Have you lost it?” He spoke.

“What? Me? Oh no,” I went to him and pushed him on the bed.

“What the hell?!” he screamed as he tried to get up.

I climbed on him and slammed my hands on the either side of his head, stopping him from getting up.

He held my waist and tried to push me but I refused to move away.

“Did you forgot what I told you about your parents?” He hissed.

“Oh I didn’t forget and what am I doing? I am just trying to coax my husband. After all, you are my husband now and c’mon it’s our wedding night.” I spoke seductively as I trailed my finger on his face, like he did the last time on me using his gun. He is handsome actually. He has beautiful, deep, and intense eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a sharp nose. But the hatred which I felt for him made me blind to all his features. I would have swooned for him if I would’ve met him in any other situation.

It’s a shame that God made such a heartless man such a piece.

“Listen just get off me,” he spoke with a calm voice trying to get me off him.

I smirked at him and began to unbutton his top buttons.

“No,” I whispered seductively.

I began to lean towards his face, making him freeze, and as soon as I was near him, he broke out of his thoughts, and holding my torso he succeeded in pushing me away from him. I fell to his side while he got up and strode out of the room hurriedly, not even bothering to look behind towards me.

I heard him muttering, “Idiot!” to me.

I laughed at him as I folded my arms behind my head and smiled victoriously.

“Score one for Juliette,” I said out loud. “It’s just the beginning. Just wait and see,” I smirked to myself.

I looked out of the window to find clouds and only clouds. I was frustrated being in that same room for who knows how many hours. So, I made up my mind to leave the small cabin and check everything out. The stunt that I pulled a few hours ago is still fresh in my mind. Still, I just want to know why he did that?

I walked towards the front of the plane, crossing the small cabin. When I was out of the small area I was in, I saw the devil himself sleeping on his seat, leaning his head back.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep.

He took all my peace and dreams away from me. I was supposed to enjoy my life and my honeymoon with Emmett, but now here I was, mourning his death and sitting married to a complete stranger.

I don’t know what to do. Should I cry and shut myself down for Emmett’s death, or should I take revenge for him?

Finally, I decide to lock all my tears and sorrow inside of me until I get my revenge. I won’t be satisfied until I make this Zachary guy kneel down before me and ask for forgiveness for what he did to Emmett.

Suddenly I was brought back to reality when the plane began to tremble. I lost my balance, and in no time feeling myself falling towards the front. I closed my eyes, scared, and waited to get hurt, but when I felt a touch on my arm, my eyes fluttered open only to find myself looking at Zachary.

He held my arms, supporting me while I sat sideways on his lap. His eyes displayed shock and surprise, but at the same time, I found myself getting mesmerized. His eyes were filled with deep secrets and something else, which I couldn’t comprehend.

His eyes began to flutter, and I snapped from our little moment. I jerked up away from him as soon as I realized I was sitting on a murderer.

“What the hell is your problem?” he spoke, narrowing his eyes as he adjusted his black suit.

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

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

He stared at me for some minutes and, as usual, chose to ignore me as he leaned back against his seat and closed his eyes, totally shutting me out.

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

I chose to calm myself down for a few minutes, so I sat next to the window and leaned against it.

I just wanted to forget everything that happened a few hours ago. My energy system was totally drained out. Now I would gladly accept anything that could provide me peace and, more importantly, calmness.

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

“Whoever knew that a simple wedding could turn out this horrendous,” I thought to myself as I drifted to darkness.

“Get up!” I heard someone say. As I began to gain consciousness, I rubbed my eyes. I looked up to find the murderer himself 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 and turned around, walking somewhere.

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

“I said follow me,” I heard him speak up, and without wasting any more time, I took that shawl with me as I ran before him, following him.

He walked out of the plane with me trailing behind him. I immediately looked around and found us surrounded by luxurious black cars.

I sucked at all this.

For me, a car is a car.

I noticed bodyguards with massive well-built bodies dressed in black clothes with black sunglasses.

“Sir, welcome back,” a guy bowed his head before Zachary, and in return, Zachary just nodded.

“This way,” he escorted us to one of the black luxury cars. Without uttering any words, I followed Zachary into the car, because I knew it was useless trying to escape.

First of all, I had no idea where in the world I was. Secondly, I was surrounded by his men. That means I would be easily caught if I tried to escape, and lastly, I didn’t want to escape. Not now, actually. Not before getting my answers and getting my revenge.

I sat silently, lost in my deep thoughts during the car ride. I tried to at least get an idea of where I was by looking outside the window for any shops or clues. Still, everything was written in a different language, and eventually, I gave up when I couldn't figure it out.

But as if God heard me, a clue appeared in front of me, and it was totally devastating for me. I was in freaking Egypt. I would’ve never gotten it if I hadn't seen the pyramids. Now I got it.

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

I looked towards my left to find him typing something on his phone. I tried to peep, but something shiny poking out of his waistline made me sit back on my seat.

“Why is he always carrying that stupid gun with him?” I muttered as I closed my eyelids, rubbing my face using my palms, frustrated.

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

I thought that he didn’t hear me because he didn't respond right away, but when he did, I wished I never asked him.

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

“Idiot!” I muttered. The rest of the car ride was in silence, and after an hour, we reached our destination. The car came to a halt before a big house. I scoffed, looking at that house. At least my house was bigger than this.

“We will 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, confused.

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

I chose to keep my mouth closed.

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

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

“Witney, take her to her room,” he ordered a woman who was dressed as a maid, in a black dress.

“And send me something to eat,” he commanded again and, without saying anything, walked away, leaving me alone with Witney.

“Please follow me,” she spoke professionally, and I did as she said, following her wherever she took me.

“Here! This is your room for now,” she opened a door, which led us into a room. It was not a big room, but a medium sized room with purple and white wall paint. There was an attached bathroom, a wardrobe, a small bed in the middle of the room and, most importantly, no windows.

“Why aren't there any windows in here?” I asked, confused.

I already hated this room. I felt suffocated.

“Please give me another room,” I told her and tried to leave, but she stood before me, blocking me with an apologetic face.

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

“Wha—”

She cut me off. “Please change into something comfortable you will get from that wardrobe, and I will be bringing you your food.” She bowed and closed the door in my face.

“What the—” I began to bang on the door. “Open the door! Please! Open the door!"

When no one responded, I eventually gave up, and slid against the door, crying and sobbing again, remembering who he was and what he did to me.

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

“I just hate you for all of this, Zachary,” I screamed as tears pooled in my eyes and I made my way towards the bathroom.

This wedding dress suffocated me, and I just wanted myself out of this as soon as possible. I cannot bear seeing those bloodstains on my dress; they made me remember the painful memories.

As I got inside the small bathroom, I got rid of the dress as soon as possible, and took a cold shower, relaxing a bit. I rubbed parts of my body painfully, feeling disgusted that a murderer touched me. What Zachary did was a sin. He did all that in a church, and for that, I wished God would punish him for his sins.

Using the towel, I wiped the water away from my body, wrapped myself using another towel, and walked out of the bathroom. The ceiling fan was rotating, making squeaking sounds, and I feared it would fall on me.

Opening the wardrobe, I fished out a layered spaghetti top and black pants. But no undergarments.

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

I walked towards the bed and laid down on it, watching the ceiling fan rotate blankly.

Soon, I began to feel sleepy, and eventually, I passed out with only one person in my mind.

“Emmett.”