Lonely Bride

“I can see Mr. Hudson is well planned in everything.” I stated.

“Always Darling. Let us go now.” kissing on my nose one last time, we headed towards the main door, and as usual, Car was waiting for us. Let us not forget about bodyguards.

The moment we reached the main door, I got a blackout because of a flash of cameras.

Shit, Paparazzi. God, how I hate them. I made faces looking at them, still sitting inside the car.

Sean went out first and opened the door for me. With hesitation, I came out, clasping his hand as if he would run away, leaving me here all alone.

He held my right hand to his left and his right hand to my waist protectively.

So, Mr. Hudson, finally we get to see Mrs. Hudson.”

“Where have you hidden her?”

“Where was she?”

“Why are you keeping her away from the media?”

We were getting questions back-to-back. Sean ignored them, and we walked past them and entered the hall, and I finally took a deep breath of relief.

“Sorry about that. It went out of my head to inform you about the media.” Sean spoke apologetically.

“Do not worry; I am fine,” I said, and I looked ahead.

The hall is big, and at least 200300 people have drinks in their hands, wearing expensive and elegant clothes that say I am rich, roaming here and there and showing their fake smiles to each other.

“Stay with me, ok?” Sean Mummer is in my ears, and I nod in agreement.

“Oh, my, look who I am graced to meet today.” Some gentlemen spoke, coming ahead with some ladies, hand in hand.

‘Who are they talking about?’ I thought, looking at them and sticking the fake smile on my face.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Pareira,” Sean said politely, shaking hands with him.

“Good evening, Mr. Hudson, so finally we are pleased to meet the love of your life, Haan?” He spoke teasingly to Sean and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, and many times, please call me Sean,” Sean said, looking at me and smiling.

‘At least I got to know they were talking about me. But am I the love of his life? When did this happen? I thought.

Are they sure they are talking about me? Or does he have someone else in his life? A mere thought spoiled my mood suddenly.’

“Sarah Darling, you are looking beautiful.” Mrs. Pareira spoke, looking at me and smiling.

‘So that means they were indeed talking about me? And that made me happy, and I showed them all the teeth I have.’

“Thank you, Mrs. Pareira. You are looking gorgeous. I hope you are enjoying the evening.” I said it politely.

“Of course, Darling.” She replied.

We chatted for a few minutes and then left to meet the other guests. Sean told me they are our business associates and family friends.

Sean’s parents came to us the moment they saw us, and others left to greet some guests.

We met some more guests, and, to my surprise, they all knew about me. I wanted to ask Sean how, but I was not getting a chance because back-to-back people were coming to greet us.

My legs were hurting, and so were my cheeks because of the constant smile.

I look around to get a glimpse of Nathan and Sam, but my eyes are stuck on someone I least expect right at this moment.

MY FATHER

Catching my eyesight, he started walking towards us, and then I noticed he was holding hands with a lady in her late forties.

I do not know why he never shows me any affection. What have I done to him? Sometimes I wonder if he is my father.

I look to my right side. Sean was busy with his clients, so I looked back to my father because he had already seen me looking at him, so now I cannot avoid him.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, Sarah, darling, you look beautiful. You just look like your mother.” That lady spoke, looking at me.

Cunningness was dripping from her voice, and I noticed my father’s demeanor changed the moment she spoke about my mother.

“Thank you, miss?” I asked, not knowing her name as of now.

“Eliana Williams. I mean Eliana Matt Williams.”

I became stoned hearing this.

“Eliana Williams. I mean Eliana Matt Williams.”

I became stoned hearing this.

I look at my dear father, but he looks unaffected by my questioning glare.

Well, why am I even expecting any clarification when he has cleared himself in the first place? I am one with him.

Is he the same person who used to hate me, stating I was the murderer of his loving wife, now standing in front of him with his second wife? I thought.

I hide my hurt inside my smile, which I am now master of, and say, “Glad to meet you, Mrs. Williams.” I press Mrs. Williams, looking at my father, who still looked unaffected.

Sean turned around, and Mrs. Williams spoke, “Oh, Sean, how are you, dear?”

Sean nodded to them, saying, “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Williams.”

I looked at him, astonished. He knew about them, and he did not even feel it was important to tell me this. But again, we have not spoken about a parent, so I cannot even blame him practically.

“Oh, come on, call me Eliana. After all, we are family.” She spoke too sweetly, and I wanted to puke on her sugar-laced voice.

“Family or not, I would like to keep things formal unless Sarah wants me to.” He said he looked at me, and somehow I wanted to kiss his life out for his outstanding, cocky reply.

I looked at my father’s face, and it hardened as if possible, and Elliana’s face was worth watching.

I bit my smile inside but tightened my hold on Sean’s hand, so he knew I appreciated his remark.

“Enjoy your evening. We have other guests to greet.” He said he would drag me to the other side, and I obliged, grinning.

We met many guests. I even forgot the count, but then finally we sat on the designated chairs, and Sean went on stage to start the bet.

He addressed the audience gracefully, and my eyes were stuck on him like glue. Confidence was dripping from his body language, and he was aware of what he was doing and the impact people had on his words. The moment he finished his speech, the room burst out in a round of applause for him. For a mere second, our eyes met, and he shamelessly winked at me.

I looked around to see if anyone noticed or not, but to my dismay, everyone had noticed, and everyone was giving me a teasing smile.

Gosh, how do I want this floor to swallow me at this moment?

“When will the PDA stop?” I muttered my angry voice in his ear the moment he took the seat next to me.

“Not in this life.” He spoke, looking here and there, nodding to everyone, and keeping an elegant smile on his face.

“We shall talk about this the moment we reach home. You get it.” I again spoke, seething in anger.

“I have some other plans for today, so keep it for tomorrow.” He shamelessly declined my order.

I smirked at hearing him. I know better what kind of plan he must have made. I looked at him and batted my lashes cunningly while he raised his one eyebrow in a questioning manner, but I again smirked, and then he got my point and shook his head the moment he understood what I was saying.

And I grin and nod, as if saying I will do exactly what he is thinking. I have a full plan for spoiling his plan for tonight.