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“Stella, please, darling. Maybe we can have someone run out and grab a white gown.” My mother cries, as she tries to help my overweight father back to his feet. It’s almost comical, really. She’s barely five feet and a hundred pounds wet and he’s a hulking giant, at five foot eleven and three hundred pounds. I would laugh, except right now all I feel like doing is sobbing at my unfortunate demise.
“No, mother. I will not change and there is no time. You two made this bargain without my consent and have sent me to be a lamb at the slaughter. You can now watch me walk to my death.”
I don’t bother to assist either of them, walking towards the full-length mirror in the room. When I reach it, I take one last good look at Stella Penticton, an hour from now she will no longer exist. I lower my expensive French lace veil in front of my face, square my shoulders back, raising my head held high.
If they want a powerful reigning queen, I will give them one. I will set fire to their world and grab as much power as I can. No man will ever be able to control me or my fate again after this. I will be the rocky cliff that rich men break themselves upon.
2
Jaxon
“An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness.” Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
Iwalkdowntheaisle, greeting the elite of the world’s wealthiest sycophants with a fake smile across my face. The room may be full of the most beautiful and richest people of this world, but underneath all that glitter and shine they are nothing but toxic, decaying reptiles willing to destroy each other at a moment’s notice, and I am their new king. I hold my head high, my gaze glittering and ice cold. I will bask in their worship and glory, ensuring that each one of them becomes another tool to help me achieve my plans. After all I am no different from them, evil and ruthlessness speaks to each other.
My blood is still pounding in my ears from my encounter with Stella and her fucker of a father. I should have knocked him on his ass when his fat mouth offered that threat. No one threatens a Stratford and lives.Didn’t Stella just threaten us too?My mind exclaims with glee. She’s different, she’s about to become a Stratford and my property. I will take distinct pleasure teaching her some new found respect, preferably with a collar around her neck and chained to my fucking wall.
Once again the nagging in the back of my mind starts to try to wear me down.We shouldn’t be forcing her to do this. She’s a young woman with her own dreams and aspirations. We are taking everything away from her with the placement of a ring on her finger and the slash of a pen on paper.
A snort leaves my lips at the thought. Even though I know all of these things are true and my consciousness tries to move me, it will find no purchase here. She is fucking mine now, her life and dreams belong to me. I keep moving forward toward where the priest and my best friend, Ajax, are standing before the ornate golden altar. The thought that God could smite me for being the devil in his house of worship makes a chuckle leave my lips.Go ahead and try fucker.
I’m a ruthless cunt and there is nothing that will stop me from achieving my goals, not some deity from above and certainly not Stella Penticton and her misery. She’s about to learn that first hand, living in my depraved and power-hungry world. A sick part of me hopes to see tears trailing down her pretty face as she walks towards me and her demise, just the thought makes my cock harden. Stella is proud, but I will make her bend and bow at my feet, preferably with my cock shoved down her throat while those arctic eyes stare up at me with tears streaming down her face.Do you hear that, God? She will be praying at my altar going forward.
When I finally reach Ajax, his intense hazel gaze meets mine and I see fierce anger in their depths. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, no doubt to prevent him from wrapping them around my neck. From the looks of it, he’s going to need dental work with how hard he’s clenching that fucking jaw of his. I know he disapproves of this whole situation. He doesn’t want me to force Stella to marry me for my own personal gain. He has made his opinion of the subject known to nauseating lengths and frankly, I am tired of hearing it. He’s lucky we haven’t come to physical blows in the last couple of days over the subject. Not that the fucker could take me down if we did.
Ajax forgets that we have been friends since the fifth grade and I know his mercurial heart. He has had a childish infatuation with that viper I am about to marry since we were in our sophomore year of high school and she was a freshman. His adamant objections are not about me forcing Stella to marry, they are about me forcing her to marry me. He would have taken her for himself, no doubt, had her father not approached me first.You snooze, you lose, motherfucker.
“Stella?” He questions with a raised eyebrow and a whisper as he removes his hands from his pockets, looking for all before us like the proud and supportive best friend that he isn’t.
“About to be a blushing bride.” I taunt, wanting to get a rise out of him. I know it’s a dick move, but what can I say, I’m a fucking dick and I’m not apologizing for it.
I don’t miss the tightening of his hands into fists and the scowl that crosses his face before he schools his features. The piano and violins start to play at the end of the room. The music starting out slowly and then building in volume and strength.What the ever-loving fuck?These fuckers are playing “Chopin’s, Funeral March,” if I am not mistaken, and not the wedding march, my new father-in-law insisted on.
It doesn’t take long before I hear the gasps and whispers all around the room and they bring a smirk to my lips. I survey the crowd and their faces are shocked and horrified. I have to give her credit, she is a devious and dramatic little hellion. At least I know things with Stella will never be boring. These maggots better get used to her doing as she pleases, she’s about to become their queen. The thought of my conquest of Stella Penticton brings a smile filled with satisfaction to my face.
Stella has always been untouchable. The cold ice queen that men crave, if only to tarnish her appearance and convince themselves that she is but a mere mortal and not some beautiful fae, brought here to tempt man into destruction. I have never been immune to her, I’ve just hid it better than others. Now all that beauty and strength is about to be all mine.My wife, a Stratford queen, one that I plan to tarnish over and over with all my darkness and depravity.
Stella stands at the end of the aisle next to her robust father. The man’s face is still bright red and getting redder by the moment with the song the orchestra is playing. He holds his arm out stiffly for Stella to grasp and they move steadily forward together. Stupid fucker has no idea what treasure he just bargained away, but I do, and I have no intentions of letting it slip between my hands. His quest for unending glory and legacy will be his undoing but will cause mine to soar to undeniable heights.
Stella’s features are partially obscured by the black lace veil so I can’t see those threatening blue arctic eyes. The ones that cut right through me every time she glares at me. She looks stunning in the dress, regardless of it being black, a full strapless ball gown with lace cutouts and embroidery. The front meets in a sweetheart neckline that shows off the swell of her round, full, creamy breasts and that gorgeous, elongated neck that I dream of wrapping my hands around nightly. Her head is held high and her shoulders are back, my reigning elegant little queen filled with malice and defiance. My cock jerks in my pants at just the thoughts of breaking her and making her beg for my mercy.
I was hoping that she would have given me a reason to chase her and spank that perky uptight ass of hers and then drag her down the aisle kicking and screaming. My cock pulses again at just the thought of having my hands on her creamy skin and marring it with my touch. If I’m not careful I’m going to have a raging hard-on here in front of all these well wishers.
There is no conceivable world in which Stella wouldn’t be mine once I set my mind on her. A Stratford always gets what they want and we always win. I hope my ice queen wife learns that lesson early. Actually, scratch that, I might enjoy teaching her that lesson over my knee a few times.Stop fucking around before we bust the zipper of our pants, motherfucker!My mind screeches at me.
As the two of them reach the end of the aisle, her father places her hand dutifully on mine after the priest asks who gives this woman away. I hold my breath for her objection or snide comment, but she seems to hold her tongue as her hand settles in mine more firmly. From the side of my eye, I watch as Ajax attempts to catch her eye. I know what he’s trying to do, but there will be no stopping this wedding. I give him a harsh glare, my fingers tightening into a fist at my side and turn my attention to the priest who starts droning on about love.
Love.What does love have to do with two of the wealthiest families in the United States marrying? This is not a love match, there aren’t too many of those made in our world. No, in our world you marry for power or wealth or sometimes both. Stella always knew this, she was brought up in this world just like I was. We have a duty to strengthen our families.Love plays no part in that.
I catch her peeking at me from the corner of her eye through the lace veil. Her stunning blue eyes are large and her hand is slightly clammy in my grip. My ice queen, it seems, is a bit nervous. You would never know it looking at her. Stella Penticton has always exuded class, sophistication, and coldness. I wasn’t the one to give her the nickname of“ice queen,”even though it is an apt description of my soon-to-be wife. That name has followed her since we entered high school and she never did anything to discourage it, quite the opposite actually. Right now if I wasn’t holding her hand, I would never know she was feeling anything at all.
This is the woman I need by my side in order to grow the Stratford name into a dynasty that will never be forgotten. The woman before me with her name, money and countenance will help me build a kingdom that will outlast us all. Whether she wants it to be or not, her fate and mine are tied together and anyone who tries to impede that will be met with swift destruction.
“Do you, Jaxon Philip Stratford, take this woman, Stella Rachel Penticton, to be your lawful, and cherished wife?” The priest questions.Cherished? Will I cherish Stella?I’ll cherish the power she brings me. As for the viper herself, I don’t plan to ever hurt her. Well that’s not exactly true either, I plan to enjoy myself vigorously between those toned thighs of hers. If in the process my hands end up wrapped around her slim neck and stop her from breathing a time or two, well, I own her now, I can do whatever the fuck I want with her.
Once she provides me with an heir or two, I will leave her to her coldness and the solitude she seems to prefer. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life having to deal with her sharp, wicked tongue. Even if she makes my cock hard just by opening that pretty mouth of hers. I can pop in every once and awhile and fuck her throat raw as a reminder of who she belongs to. After all, we don’t have to live together forever in order to make this work. Marriages in our world are all about appearances but behind closed doors spouses rarely have anything to do with each other.
It’s one of the reasons I haven’t given up my man-whoring ways, despite telling Thomas that I would. I don’t see Stella warming up to me anytime soon and honestly other than filling her frigid belly with a child and forcing her to submit at my feet, I am not interested in spending any more time with her than I have to. Sex should be pleasurable and passionate. Stella gives off a cold, in the dark, missionary vibe. Breaking her might be enjoyable for the short term, but I will tire of her quickly.No fucking thanks, my tastes run a lot more kinkier and darker and I don’t plan on giving them up for Stella.
