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UNDESERVING ❣️~
BY: MERCY AHINZE ✍🏼
CHAPTER SIXTEEN — HER MOTHER'S WHEREABOUTS

DESMOND'S POV

It was our reception party, the opulent hall was filled with esteemed guests waiting for the arrival of I and my wife, Daniella. The word 'wife' sounded like ice over a burning coal, it soothed the pain I felt within. Finally, Daniella was mine and won't be taken away from me anymore. She wouldn't have to suffer for what she didn't commit, she now had the luxurious life I carefully mapped out for her.

My car parked at the space strictly reserved for the couple and my brows arched in perplexity as soon as I alighted " Why hasn't her car arrived?, she left me earlier on at the middle of the road" My anger boiled on the thought of her actions earlier.

Yes, I wanted to teach her power, sophistication and class, but I didn't expect my tutelage to showcase its results so soon. Why would she send me out of the car harshly? And where could she have gone?.

My heart pondered greatly as I paced round the marbled floor. " Could she be in danger?" I stood for a while, biting my lips in anxiousness before continuing my disturbed movement.

"Is anything the matter sir?" My chauffeur inquired, bearing a worried look but I shunned him off.

" Send for the guards this instant. Tell them to track down the limo. " I ordered in a gruff voice and he swiftly got into action with trembling hands.

My eyes were concentrated on my phone and my fingers swiped swiftly to my contacts. The sound of my heart beating was like that of a loud drum trying to send a warning message on dialling her number. " The number you dialled cannot be reached at this time, please try again later" The melancholic voice from the automated voice prompt sounded clearly from my phone speaker and my heart shattered into pieces.

It felt like my world was crumbling, the pain which was slowly dispersing to the air slowly returned like a fire being ignited by a match stick. I held my chest in pain and dialled her number again. " Please pick up Daniella..." I prayed silently with my eyes shut tightly, but the results were still the same.

" Did she leave me??" My hands shook nervously as the thought swept through my mind.

" No, she can't do that" I dialled her number again.

Unreachable. It was obvious, Daniella was in danger. " Who would do this?" Veins encircled round my forehead.

" Dylan..." My hands curved to a fist filled with large veins. He left immediately after his plan was thwarted, I noticed from the way he looked at Daniella, it was as though he had an unresolved grudge.

Tears gathered round my eyes in regret for sending away all of the entourage of guards meant to protect her. She has had enough ill circumstances already and my negligence and anger was about to cause her pain I swore never to inflict on her.

" Boss. They found her and they are on their way. " My chauffeur said and I sniffed back the tears threatening to come out from my tear ducts.

I sighed in relief. " Thank you" I said, barely a soft mutter.

My heart was calm and my mind, restored from troubling thoughts. The limo drove in with a fleet of cars following behind and my eyes beamed greatly at the chauffeur opening the car door for my queen to step out.

Without thinking twice, I engulfed her to the deepest hug. " Where did you go?, what took you so long!" I whispered softly, trying hard not to shed tears.

At first I thought it was just a mere feeling, but now I've come to realise the depth of emotion I feel for her. She wasn't just any woman, she was the only woman capable of stealing my heart. She was a queen, my queen, A savage Queen!.

" Are you trying to squeeze life out of me?!" Her muffled voice sounded softly in my ears and I disengaged from the hug.

My eyes took its time to appreciate the beauty standing before me in a green luxurious outfit. " You're so beautiful. " The words escaped out of my lips unknowingly.

DANIELLA POV 🍒

"You're so beautiful " My ears tingled on hearing such words coming out of Desmond's lips.

He was so lost to the point he didn't notice the intensity of my anger and anxiousness at that moment. The guards stepped out of the cars and stood afar off, I faced him immediately, standing still like I was sorting out truth from his heart.

" Did I hear you right or you were just bluffing?" I inquired with no atom of fear breeding in my eyes.

He looked at me like he had seen something different, then he gripped my shoulders lightly with his hands. " What do you think my love?" He said flirtatiously, staring at my lips.

' Is it that he's oblivious of what's actually going on or he's trying to gain control over me again?' I scoffed lightly, my hands clutching tightly to my purse.

' What's going on here?' I arched my brows, confused at his sudden change of attitude.

" You were accusing me not long ago, what changed?" I inquired further, turning my head slightly to see if there were any hidden cameras.

" And what are you looking for?" He asked, looking around and I smiled lightly.

I wanted him to say something, particularly something about my mother's whereabouts.

I let him out of the car harshly because I needed to know if my mother was safe. I wanted to get her elsewhere and I needed to do it discretely so he won't suspect a thing. Nevertheless, I went to the ward where my mother was, it was found empty — My mother was gone without a trace and my two suspects are Dylan and Desmond.

My arms folded across my chest and my hair swayed slightly while I bore direct contact at Desmond. "So you want to pretend like you don't know what is going on?" I blinked impatiently and he released a nonchalant sigh.

" What's going on?" His eyes protruded like he was ready for a fight, but his body posture was relaxed.

" Where's my mother Desmond?, my mother is gone!" My voice cracked loudly in tears and he stared back at me in shock.

"What???!"

TBC

~UNDESERVING ❣️~
BY: MERCY AHINZE ✍🏼
CHAPTER THIRTEEN — VOWS AND EVIDENCES💍

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DESMOND'S POV 🍒

A large cathedral wasn't enough to contain the number of guests I wished to publicly serve as witnesses to my wedding to Daniella. Deep down she thought she was wearing a heavy crown of thorns by getting married to a despicable man like me, however, for the level of plans buried in my heart, I cared less of whatever thought she had towards me.

My marriage to Daniella wasn't just a contract, it was a purpose to reveal the truth.

Everyone stood save for the ensembles that gave a melodious rhythm from the various instruments on stage. Lights, cameras, photographers and videographers were all on ground to capture every moment, every beauty our union brought to our families.

A broad smile was planted on my lips on seeing Daniella walking down the aisle slowly, beautifully, majestically and gracefully with my mother by her side.

A soft liquid slowly left my eyes and I sniffed in shock. ' I can't believe I'm crying' I bent my head low, trying to prevent the tears from coming further.

I could notice the satisfactory smile on her face on getting closer to me but I couldn't place if she was genuinely happy or faking it for the paparazzi to feed on with their weapons of destruction.

She got closer to me and halted besides me "Well, shall we get to the main deal, servant of mine?" I whispered audible enough that only her could hear.

She responded with a blush and light smile and I was unsettled for a bit. ' Is she trying to...' I squinted my eyes and she faced the priest nonchalantly.

***
" Is anyone here that wishes to oppose the holy matrimony between Mr Desmond Browns and Miss Daniella Rose?" The priest voice echoed sonorously in the cathedral and we turned for a response.

For a minute the hall fell silent and we faced the priest afterwards, confidently knowing that no one would dare oppose our union.

Just as I thought to have a peaceful union, my confidence went into the mud as my step brother Dylan walked in with pride oozing greatly out of him.

" Brethren!, I guess it's a perfect time to witness my opposition to this slavery in disguise of marriage!" He bellowed with a mischievous smile directed at me.

The whole congregation gasped loudly in shock and the hall was filled with hush whispers and inquiring eyes. I could notice the disappointment written boldly on my mother's calm face, even Daniella's friends weren't left out — They all panicked greatly due to Dylan's presence.

The paparazzi began their job description fully as every photographers and videographers turned to him, facing every capturing tool at him as he walked defiantly.

My fists clenched tightly as he closer to I and Daniella. " Don't worry, I'm here to save you. " His hands fell on Daniella's shoulders sympathetically and my anger boiled.

" Go ahead with your evidence on why this wedding shouldn't hold Dylan" I gritted my teeth and he chuckled dryly.

"Two evidences brother...which do you prefer to see?" He mocked directly at my face.

Getting no response, he faced the congregation. " Brethren..." He began, throwing his hands in the air as he walked.

" We all here gathered happily to witness the conjugal bliss between my beloved brother and the love of his life, Daniella. " He spoke further.

" But!" He raised his index finger dramatically and I shut my eyes in anger.

" His dirty secrets are about to be revealed. Is Desmond marrying for love or is Daniella is slave whom he's blackmailing???" Dylan shouted loudly and the hall gasped again in terrible shock.

" And I ask again, where's your proof?" I glared dangerously at him and he smiled evilly.

" Daniella dear..." He beckoned with a knowing smile.

" Do you want to explain to the congregation why your groom's mother escorted you on the aisle and not any of your family member?" He questioned and I felt a lump on my throat.

' Sh*ttttt!' I mouthed disappointedly on realising my mistake.

Daniella's eyes fell on mine for answers but I stood speechless. " Well...uhmmm, that's because my...my..." Daniella tried to speak but didn't find the courage to.

Dylan's laughter filled the hall in confidence that he was winning.

A big screen facing the entire hall was turned on and a video which could ruin my life was played. ' F*CK!' I gritted my teeth ashamedly with my head bent low in anger.

" Beloved guests!, that's a video of the bride being threatened by your ever loving Desmond to get married to him or else her mother, whom is critically ill would be heartlessly killed in front of her!!!!" Dylan explained and the hall went into a heated pandemonium.

Smiling triumphantly, Dylan faced me directly, his eyes sinking dangerously to mine. " Now brother, you want the vow and I give you the f*cking evidences! " He whispered with a frown and I returned the gesture with a strong undefeated face.

" This marriage ain't happening!!!!, not on my watch!!!!" He yelled angrily and I chuckled.

" F*CK you!" I half yelled and he smirked.

Before I could spoke further, a punch landed on my face and I felt a slight cut on my lips...

TBC 💕

~UNDESERVING ❣️~
BY: MERCY AHINZE ✍🏼
CHAPTER TWELVE – BEFORE THE VOW 💍

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DANIELLA'S POV 🍒
< Wedding day ≈ Bride dressing room>

The large room was busy with my personal assistant Lucy attending to the stylists. I quietly sat on the soft Egyptian cotton bed and bore a large smile on my face — My smile was pretentious.

Sadness overshadowed my heart deeply like a blanket preventing cold. I had no friends on the list of invitees to even cheer me up in making the hardest decision of my life.

Just as I thought my life was already over, Lucy walked over to where I sat " Madam...your bridesmaids are here" She whispered softly and my brows squinted.

" Bridesmaid???..." I picked up my tab to check the event plan but found nothing. The wedding plan didn't add a bridesmaids list.

My eyes darted to Lucy's for an answer and she retorted with a calm smile. " It's a surprise ma'am"

In a swift, the door flung open and I widened my mouth in shock. " Hey brideeeeeeeee!!!" Two voices I thought I'd never hear again screamed elatedly and my heart skipped a beat.

" Amelia!, Zaneeeee!!!!!!!!" I cried happily with a fluttered heart on seeing my long time friends dressed in a blue floral gown.

Without exchanging further words, we engulfed each other in a tight hug, crying loudly on how much we've missed each other. " No, we don't want you to ruin your makeup" Zane sniffed, grabbing a paper towel to wipe off the tears trying to escape from my eyes.

" How did you...." I tried to speak but they quickly sat me down on the bed, preventing me from speaking further.

" Your fiance, he arranged for us to be here. " Zane uttered like she knew the question I wanted to ask and I simply replied with a light smile.

' What's part is Desmond trying to play in this?' I wondered but widened my smile in relief that I wouldn't be alone.

" Time to get dressed Ella!!!" Amelia brushed me softly and I chuckled.

Soft kisses were blown from their lips on walking away from the room and my confidence which was slowly fading intensified with double power.

Soon, I was on the most beautiful and luxurious wedding attire. The fabric, stitches and designs screamed loudly, elegance, prestige and wealth!. I indeed made a beautiful bride.

Every lips of the stylists in the room sang in adoration of how elegant I looked. Even Lucy couldn't stop her appraisal and camera from taking breathtaking pictures of me.

" Dammmnnnn, You're so beautiful ma'am. No wonder Mr Desmond is highly fond of you" Lucy flattered me and my cheeks flushed red.

Looking at the mirror, I couldn't help but smile. " Now, it's time to get married" I said to myself, staring emptily at the empty space of my fourth finger.

***
I've always been excited about a wedding event and the entire activities played to get the couple happy and fulfilled on their day.

One particular activity I gushed about was the usual ritual of the couple seeing each other for the first time before they walk down the aisle or as the bride walks down the aisle, I usually get excited on seeing the emotional state of the groom on seeing his bride and
sincerely wished to experience that.

Now it is time but anxiousness gripped me as my back faced the door to which Desmond would approach. My heart raced greatly in anticipation of how he'd react, if his reaction would be fake due to the numbers of cameras levelled at us.

Two footsteps sounded as the door opened and I exhaled anxiously. In a slow motion, I turned only to see a man who wasn't my fiance.

" Adrian?!!!!" I blurted out angrily as he stood speechless for a minute.

Chuckling shyly, he whispered an apology and I chuckled dryly so the paparazzi won't misjudge my reactions to feed to the internet.

Just as he stepped out, Desmond walked in the most stylish way ever. My eyes captured the most gorgeous man in a slow motion, from his eyes to his sexy lips and the most sophisticated tuxedo he wore, to his shoes that screamed Marry me nowwww!!!!!, Gosh, he looked soooo hotttttttt.

My hormones supported my lustful desires on sighting him. He stood for a minute and I stood speechless.

" You're sooo beautiful..." He tried to control his tears and I couldn't help but release a soft smile.

" Stopp smilinggggg, you'd make me cry!!!!" He groaned, starting to release slow tears.

' Whatttt???, he's actually crying???, oh my heart...' I blushed and walked over to him.

" You know you're bad at act...."

Instantaneously he grabbed my waist. " You're sooo beautiful" He striked a pose and the photographers swung into action.

' Gosh, I'm so in love with this man!' I gushed inwardly.

Forgive me...but love suddenly captured my heart and I'm sooo glad to be a captive to a man like Desmond.

TBC 💕