Yoori The Rejected Bride

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©Rachel M Nyambu 2022

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It’s every girl's wish to be married to a possibly handsome man who is caring, loving, passionate, understanding, and respectful. This was Yoori's dream too. She found her perfect man, planned their perfect wedding, and got the perfect venue for their ceremony.

Everything went as planned until vowe's time. Murmurs broke in the crowd as everyone's phones bleeped. A video of her shagging another man in a hotel room the day before their wedding went viral. The crowd gasped, and walked out of the venue one by one, leaving only her (the bride) and her family, the groom and his family. The groom's family threw disgusted, hateful eyes at her, pulled their son, and walked away. She was left on the alter, standing, tears welling in her brown eyes. It was a great shame, not only for her but for her husband, Yeshen Paley.

He was a worldwide business tycoon, respected by all and feared by many. The utterance of his name made people tremble with fear. No one dared to look at him for fear of meeting his chilling, piercing gaze, which turned every warm room he walked into into a freezing bathtub, which no one dared to dip into.

Yoori scrouched down, her knees pressed against her chest, trying to calm her trembling body. She looked at her parents, then at her sister, who stood at a far distance ogling her and shaking her head in pity.

A violent tremor ran through her body since she had cried for a really long time. She smiled bitterly, swallowing the painful lump that had stuck in her throat. She closed her eyes tightly like a notorious child who was threatened with meeting an orge face-to-face because she had misbehaved. She let her mind drift on that worst day. She inhaled deeply, letting the images and events of that day replay in her tired mind.

She was in her room reading a novel, as usual. As the novel became interesting, she went to her study table where her phone was charging and made an attempt to turn it off. Whenever she found a certain novel interesting, she switched her phone off to avoid distractions from her elder sister, Evelyn, and her best friend, Kate. They had the tendency to send funny memes to her, which caused distractions most of the time.

That day, as she grabbed her phone, ready to switch it off, fifty-seven missed calls on her screen astonished her. She cursed loudly, throwing the book away and dialing the number.

"The number you are calling is currently out of service." A robotic female voice echoed.

"Sister!" She screamed in panic, descending the golden spiral staircase in a rush.

She barged the wooden door open and headed straight to the garage, hopped in her newly bought black jeep and zoomed off.

Her sister was not the kind of person who would call you more than twice. She had the habit of calling only once, and if the phone was not answered, she would wait until the receiver answered her again.

"Fifty seven missed calls from my sister. There is something wrong. " "Something must have happened." She guessed inwardly, dialing her best friend's number. On Fridays, her best friend had the habit of taking her sister out. It was their routine. If Evelyn took Kate out this Friday, then next it will be Kate's duty to take Evelyn out.

"The number you are calling is currently busy." A robotic female voice echoed.

Darn it, Kate! How come your phone is always busy? " She cursed, the car tires screeching on the rough road. A male traffic cop in a blue uniform attempted to stop her by waving his large hand, but Yoori threw a bundle of cash under his nose and sped away.

"Slow down unless you are looking for a death wish, lassie." The cop's voice was carried away by the wind before reaching her. She only heard bits of it, in which she nodded absent-mindedly.

Taking a halt at the gates of Spiral VVIP lodges, she jumped out of the car and strode towards the receptionist.

Her phone beeped, and she took a look at it as her heart raced. She was afraid it was going to burst through her ribs.

"Sister, some men have us. They have sworn to gang rape us.

Her sister had sent a message.

She dialed her number but a long beep sound echoed. A female robotic voice then answered, and she hung up angrily.

"Darn it!" She cursed inwardly, "Please, can you tell me the room in which Eveyln Jonhs and Kate Hurds have checked in?" In a polite rushing manner, she asked the receptionist, who stared at her for a while before busting into a fistful of laughter.

Yoori opened her mouth, ready to lash out at her, but her reflection on the glass table silenced her.

She was wearing extra large piggy pajamas, hence she looked like a walking cartoon. The face mask she had earlier applied to her face was still intact.