Secretly Mine

By the time the photo session ended, the main hall was already filled with guests. Everyone was dressed beautifully in bright spring colors, fitting the flower/ garden theme.

Much like I had thought, I was the only one wearing a black gown, and I ended up standing out even more than Morgan.

Morgan noticed this issue too and walked over to my side as the rest of the group went to their respective places to begin the ceremony. "You'd better stay in the back and keep quiet. Today is MY day, and you're nothing but a cheap slut, so don't ruin it!" she hissed while no one was watching.

I glared at her, not bothering to hide my emotions. She was the first person to be excited about the idea of me being taken advantage of by Karl, yet now I was nothing but a cheap slut.

"Christian will never forgive you if something happens to my child!" she said right after.

My eyes widened. I couldn't believe my ears.

"You're pregnant?" I asked, unable to hold back my shock.

"Yes, I am. So be a good little slut and stay put in the corner like you're supposed to. Maybe Karl will end up quenching that insatiable thirst you have for getting railed."

The feeling from the vibrator was still fresh in my mind.

I think Christian handles that quite well for me, thank you.

Though her words were hurtful, I couldn't wrap my head around her pregnancy. My eyes traveled to my father, who was busy fawning over Christian.

He was all smiles, complimenting Christian on every aspect of his life. The more I listened, the more the pieces started to come together.

Father must have been so desperate for Christian's money to bail the family out of the financial crisis, he set up Morgan to get pregnant with someone else and pass it off as Christian's child...

I didn't have any evidence, but I was certain that it played out that way.

I wonder who Morgan slept with.

It sure as hell wasn't Christian. I knew that like I knew my own name.

"Christian, Morgan, get ready. The ceremony will begin shortly. Leslie, sit in the back over here, don't get in the way. Who wears black to a wedding?" my mother asked, unhappily.

"The dress you gave me to wear this morning was black, Mother," I replied with a stone-cold expression.

"Are you blaming this on me? Maybe your sister was right about you all along. You do your best to get any kind of attention you can!" she rebuked angrily.

I couldn't believe it. Even my own mother was treating me like a cheap rag. Without replying, I simply shot her a glare and walked over to the main hall to take a seat.

There were at least a thousand people gathered here today. A thousand people who were about to witness the downfall of an entire family.

I've never claimed to be a good person, but at least I've never thought about selling humans.

The hall buzzed with excitement. I could hear whispers around me discussing everything from the decorations to the bride and groom.

There were a number of people who felt the pairing was not good and that Christian should have considered their daughters first. I shook my head with a small smile; everyone just wanted a piece of the pie that was Christian's business empire.

As the lights dimmed just enough to make the place feel moody, everyone's attention was on the entrance. I used the remaining few minutes to enjoy the scenery. The workers who decorated did a wonderful job, completely transforming the bland hall into a magical garden.

All it was missing was a few birds and butterflies, and the place would have passed as an outdoor space.

Behind the altar was a large projector screen that was playing a slideshow of photos of Christian and Morgan. They were mostly from their engagement party, as they hadn't spent too much time together outside of that.

Soft classical music filled the room, giving off all the proper 'romantic' vibes. Everything felt so dreamy and perfect, like the calm before the storm.

My eyes locked onto the screen. I was certain that this was how everything would start, I just didn't know how it would go about.

Everyone here looked like a regular guest. There were no police, no men in uniforms, but I wasn't concerned. Christian told me he took care of everything, and I trusted him.

The music changed, and I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Today would mark a big change in my life. I wasn't sure how any of this would affect me and my reputation, but I still felt like it was something that needed to happen.

I didn't want to give my father a way to weasel his way out of this. He was good at twisting the truth and pinning the blame on others.

The doors finally opened, and Christian walked down the aisle. He looked devilishly handsome in his suit. Like many of the others, my eyes were locked on him. But as he walked by me, I saw him reach into his pocket.

Before I had a chance to mentally prepare, the toy inside of me began to vibrate, causing me to immediately cross my legs to prevent anyone from noticing.

My fingers gripped the chair I was sitting on, but it wasn't enough. The vibrations continued to tease and make me more and more sensitive. I was itching to hike up the skirt of my dress and begin pleasuring myself, to get the sweet release that felt so close, yet so far away.

I shut my eyes, focusing on the vibrations, and readjusted my sitting position a few times to feel the vibrator hit in different spots.

When I opened my eyes again, I found Christian staring directly at me from the front of the hall. His eyes were filled with desire and amusement.

I flashed him a pleading look, trying to convey that I was close to losing my mind.

He flashed me a smirk that nearly caused me to orgasm and slowly reached into his pocket.

Please, please, please.

I begged for release or for it to stop, because if the vibrating lasted any longer, I would surely make a fool out of myself from the moans that I was about to release.

Christian's eyes never left me, and just as the music changed to welcome the bride, he finally turned it off.