"Grayson Blackwell, do you accept Emery Clarke as your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked while performing the marriage rituals.
Today was a big day in Grayson's life, with wrinkles on his forehead and sudden vibrations in his legs. Yes! He was getting married.
The whole hall filled with people staring at him.
"Yes, I do!" he said in a cracking voice, raising his head a little.
"Emery Clark, do you accept Grayson Blackwell as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Yes, I do!" She said and smiled a little. They both looked at each other.
"Congratulations! " You are both now husband and wife," the priest said, turning to the other side.
"Best wishes to the newly wedded couple". He added.
Emery Clark was the most beautiful and hot girl in town, with a thrilling hot body, but this was not the case.
Besides her seductive body, she was the most arrogant and meanest woman.
She could leave no stone unturned if she wanted to destroy someone.
"You will both come with us to our home," said Mr Him. Richard voiced.
He came forward on the stage and put his hand on Grayson's shoulder.
All of Richard's family came forward to congratulate both of them.
Grayson couldn't speak a word, knowing it was a condition of marriage to live in Emery's family's house. He accepted his fate, knowing he had no other option.
Decorative lights and fireworks welcomed the newlyweds to the Richards' mansion, a symbol of wealth and grace.
The grand façade, with its elegant columns and expansive windows, is a testament to the family's status.
Manicured gardens, vibrant flowers, and a serene pond with a charming stone bridge added to the estate's opulence.
"Come inside!" Mrs Richard welcomed the couple standing at the door and showed them the way inside.
The elegant lady looked banging hot even at the age of 45.
Deep down, she had no interest in the event and did it to complete the formality.
Grayson and Emery entered the hall as she welcomed them inside.
The face of Grayson is covered with sweat, standing straight with no movement or action at all.
He was stunned by all the events happening around him.
"Let's have a look at our room." Emery slid her fingers into Grayson's hand and pulled him towards the right of the hallway.
"This way". She took giant steps towards her room on the right side of the main lounge.
They both went inside the room, leaving everyone behind.
Mrs. Richard's expression changed; her face turned red, staring at the door of the room.
"I am already saying to you that our daughter has made a very fast and mindless move by marrying him," said Mrs.. Richard uttered.
"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Richard said, his eyes raised, wondering what his wife said.
"I mean, look at the guy. I don't know, but my instincts say that there is something wrong with the guy. Mrs. Richard replied, narrowing his eyes. Her suspicious eyes said that she didn't like Grayson at all.
"You are thinking too much," Mr Richard said, turning his head away.
"I am tired, so we should go to sleep now." Mr. Richard left the hall, going towards his room while Mrs. Richard still wanted to talk.
Mrs. Richard never wanted Emery to marry Grayson. She tried forcing her mind to accept him.
* * *
Emery's eyes filled with joy looking at Grayson.
A sense of accomplishment went through her as she achieved one more wish of hers with no effort.
"I am delighted that we are married now". Emery said with a big smile; she changed her clothes and wore white nightwear.
"I am also happy," Grayson murmured; the muscles of his face didn't even move an inch.
"But you look so nervous. " Why is that?" Emery asked, leaning on the bed, flaunting her curvy body in front of Grayson and looking towards him.
"NO! NO! "Why did you think that?" he replied, flickering his eyes a little bit as he caught the sight of her curvy body leaning on the bed.
"Look at yourself. " You look very low," she said, lowering the pitch of her voice.
Grayson took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart, overwhelmed by expectations and the fear of not fitting into Emery's world.
He was aware of her family's whispers and judgmental glances.
He couldn't shake the feeling that he was an outsider in this opulent home.
"You can relax yourself. Make yourself at home," she said, putting her head in his lap and calming Grayson down.
Grayson could not comprehend and process all the events and realized that he was finally married to the most beautiful girl.
Emery put her soft hand on the cheeks of Grayson and leaned her body towards the side of Grayson, and they both lay down on the bed, getting intimate and spending the most beautiful moments of their lives with love and care.
The Next Day…
The warm rays of sunlight entered the room behind the curtains, hitting Emery's eyes and waking him.
She got up a little, rubbed her eyes, yawned and stretched her body, and drew her messy hair away from her face.
She wrapped the surrounding blanket, trying to cover her body as she was naked.
Her eyes widened at the moment she glared at the side of the bed. It was empty.
"Where did he go?" She uttered in curiosity.
She looked at every corner of the room, but she couldn't see Grayson there.
"Grayson!" She yelled, worried a little bit.
"Grayson!!!." She yelled one more time, but with more power this time, her heart beating heavily….
No clue where he had gone…