Where was he? Did Alexander somehow forget that today, he and I were supposed to be getting married?
I doubted it. Although I didn’t personally know Alexander, something was telling me that he would never forget something as vital as this. And Alpha like him wasn’t prone to making careless mistakes. So where the hell was he?
Nina cleared her throat. She appeared a bit sheepish as she spoke. “Alpha Alexander will not be making an appearance, and these
items are here to represent him.”
I raised my brows in shock. “Are you serious?”
She nodded his head.
“What about his family?” I asked.
Again she shook her head. “They couldn’t make it today.”
What the hell kind of wedding was this?
Nina gestures for the rest of my family to kindly take their seats while she goes to greet the priest. As soon as she left the room, Samantha broke out into endless cackles. Her face was turning redder by the second and she was gasping for air.
“Oh, this is absolutely hysterical,” Samantha laughs. “Your fiancé didn’t even have the decency to show up to his own wedding. Clearly, he’s not looking for a wife, but someone else to take care of him.”
My cheeks flushed with deep embarrassment.
Liam lightly cleared his throat. “Samantha, perhaps you shouldn’t – “
Samantha ignores him. “Come on, am I the only one seeing this setup here? Just think how well you’ll fit in here, Evelyn,” she went on. “You were practically a servant in the last house, now you’ll be a caregiver to a horrible disabled man in this house.”
My heart sank into my stomach while an awful feeling washed through me. Samantha had always been obnoxious, but I never knew just how little control over her behavior she had. For Christ’s sake, we were literally standing in Alexander’s home and she was utterly bad-mouthing him.
What bothered me all the more was just how useless Isabella and my father were at that moment. Neither one of them even batted an eye at my Stepsister’s appalling attitude.
I turned and glared at the younger girl with anger behind my voice. “Shut up, Samantha!” I hissed. “Even if Alexander is disabled, he still deserves your respect. These things here are just normal tools that allow him to be able to function.”
But Samantha merely smirked and shook her head. “Wow, you’re not even married and
already you’re defending him. It’s both sweet and pathetically sad.”
Right as I was about to go off on her again, another voice spoke out.
“May I beg your pardon?”
The tone was calm yet authoritative, sending chills down my spine.
All of us turned our heads to see a man, sitting in a wheelchair while wearing a half-formed mask over his face. There were two staff members standing behind him along with another man who I assumed to be his close assistant.
Oddly enough, my father was the first to react.
“Alpha Alexander.”
Was this really him?
Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, the man was physically fit and strong. His posture exuded confidence, giving off an oppressive aura as someone in a higher position.
His sapphire-like eyes, sharp jawline, tan skin, and sensual lips – combined with the mask and his expensive attire – gave him an air of mystery and nobility. It made one wonder how striking his face must be underneath the mask, which is in stark contrast to the terrifying rumors that surrounded him.
But everyone knew that underneath the mask, his face had likely been severely burned, making me feel twinged with pity.
“S-Sorry,” Samantha meekly apologized.
My father turned to give my Stepsister a weak look of disapproval for her earlier behavior.
“Samantha, you ought to keep better control over your words and know if and when it’s appropriate to say such things,” he reprimanded. “Perhaps, you should go and wait in the car.”
I fought back the urge to roll my eyes at the scene. Of course, even at a time like this, my father would be going easy on Samantha.
With the one half of his face that was still visible, Alexander raised a brow.
“Is that all?” he asked casually. “For someone with such a loose tongue, I think you deserve to have it removed.”
[Evelyn’s POV]
For the first time in several years, I watched my father’s face break out into a look of pure fear.
My father was never known for being a weak man. He had never been one to grovel or plead when mistakes were made. He had always worn a stern, unwavering stoic expression. Even during the toughest times, the man was practically unbreakable.
But that clearly wasn’t the case here. This man who hadn’t shown me an ounce of emotion for the majority of my life had practically broken into tears. His expression was pinched and shaking with worry – all because of what Alexander remarked in light of Samantha being reprimanded.
My eyes practically bulged out of my head when my father nearly stumbled to his knees.
Alexander had frankly shocked everyone with his remark.
Was he being serious? Imagine, a world
without Samantha having the ability to speak.
My own breathing faltered for a brief moment. The undeniable look in Alexander’s eyes was proof that he was utterly serious. Not a single shred of evidence was visible in order to make me think twice. It sent countless shivers down my spine.
For crying out loud, my own father was practically shaking where he stood. What was this man capable of? Was I seriously about to marry this man?
While my father was seconds away from groveling, Isabella looked as though she was on the borderline of fully fainting. Liam looked stunned and didn’t even bother to speak up on Samantha’s behalf. And as for my dear Stepsister…She turned several shades paler and was on the verge of tears.
“Oh, please,” my father begged. “Please spare my daughter such torture.”
My gaze flickered back to Alexander who appeared even more disinterested than when he first entered the room. He let out a long breath and waved his hand.
“Something must be done about her abominable behavior,” he insists. “I refuse to even think that I would be associated with such a family that allows their own daughter to speak with disrespect and disdain toward people she doesn’t even know.”
Again my father was pleading for mercy on behalf of Samantha’s poor manners. Still, no one else was willing to step up on her behalf to reason with Alexander. It was like he was the one who held all the power in the situation and all of them knew it.
“I’m afraid I must insist that something be done,” he pushed sternly.
My father slowly nodded his head and glanced at Samantha in shame. “I understand.”
Samantha was shaking her head in fear; still too frightened to speak up for herself. Liam stood there with not a single word or thought – most likely because he too was afraid of what Alexander would do.
Oddly enough, Alexander had turned his head to spare me a quick glance. I partly wish I knew what sort of thoughts were running
through the man’s mind. Then again, maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t.
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