Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 02 ~ Unlucky Bride

"Faylan Laurentika Plavius! I'm sold! Please save me, Sir!"

Without retorting Faylan's words, the man with a burly back who was sitting behind the steering wheel immediately drove the car at high speed.

Faylan dropped his head onto the back of the chair, he heaved a sigh of relief as he finally managed to escape.

"Ssshh," Faylan hissed as a car air conditioner cooled his body which was only wrapped in a thin cloth. Faylan curled up, hugging herself tightly hoping to stay warm.

A few minutes later, the car moved away from the scene.

"Thank you for the ride, I'd like to stop here, sir," said Faylan.

There is no guarantee, the car is speeding faster. Faylan was getting restless.

"Stop the car, please!" pinta Faylan again, but the car wasn't stopped.

Panicked Faylan tried to open the doors and windows of the car, but could not because it was locked automatically.

"Who are you?" ask Faylan, but the man is still silent.

Faylan got up, then came forward to check who was the burly figure with the bass on the steering wheel.

Ckit it!

Bruk!

Faylan slumped forward, fresh blood flowing from his forehead that hit the sharp corner of the car, Faylan confirmed the position, slumped making him move to the steering wheel side seat.

Faylan looked up while holding his bloody forehead. "Tu .. Mr. A ... Allison," said Faylan stammered from being too shocked by the figure of the man next to her.

Allison Jois Afson, of course Faylan recognized the figure of the handsome prince of the kingdom of Oesteria. The handsome parasites often adorn the screen of television, magazines and newspapers.

News about him has always been a topic of comparison in various media. His perfect figure is admired by many women.

"Down!" the resolute sound of the bass made anyone shiver to hear it.

Faylan turned his head out the window, then got out of the car at Allison's command. Faylan looked up, staring in admiration at the castle-style building before him at this moment.

"Is this a palace?" monologue Faylan asked himself.

"Follow me!" hypnotized, Allison's bus sound makes Faylan obediently tail behind her.

Faylan took a look, paying attention to the interior of the super luxurious building. Whether original or not, but the walls, roof and floor are golden light. Faylan continued to stare in admiration.

"Welcome, Mr. Allison," said Assistant Juan.

Allison continued to step up and sit down on the available sofa. While Faylan was petrified, her body muscles were squeezed, her tongue felt muddy, even cold sweat soaked the thin cloth wrapped around her beautiful body.

It came out of the tiger's mouth and into the lion's mouth. Apart from Assistant Juan, Faylan actually fell into the trap of Prince Allison.

"Welcome, Miss Plavius," Assistant Juan smiled faintly.

Faylan squeezed the fingers to whiten, then turned the body will escape again. But alas, his movement was lost quickly with two men with the face of a burly man who now gripped both arms.

Faylan was forced to sit on the sofa in front of Allison.

Knowing who the opponent, Faylan was reluctant to rebel again. He dropped his body, knelt down and begged in front of Allison.

"Mr Allison is a leader in this country, I am just one of your little people. So, please let me go, "pinta Faylan while putting both hands together, hoping Allison will let go.

"Maybe, just give me back my 10 trillion," Allison said with arogant.

Faylan looked up, looking at Allison with teary eyes. As strong as his energy, Faylan tried to stem his tears.

"What do you want from me, sir?" faylan asked in the end to give up.

Selling lives though, not necessarily anyone wants to buy it at a price of 10 trillion. Faylan felt afraid, either he would be flanked by himself at such a high price.

"Be my Unlucky Bride" he said straightforwardly and casually.

Faylan immediately shook his head quickly, "No, I don't want to! Better you make me a slave, than Unlucky Bride!" Faylan refused firmly.

10 Trillion is obviously nothing, when it comes to being an Unlucky Bride. Unlucky Bride is the girl who will be used as the fall of the Oesteria royal tradition. Where Faylan will be married, a month later divorced. After becoming a widow, Faylan will be exiled to the far reaches of the forest and for life forbidden to marry again.

Allison plucked a finger and the 144-inch television screen lit up, showing a boy lying weakly on top of a gurney.

"Don't! Don't involve my sister!" faylan's screams rose wanting to pounce on Allison.

But, again and again his efforts failed. The two guards first held him.

"No, Mister. My sister is innocent, don't involve her, I beg you," Faylan kneeled back down. This time he was crying. The defensive wall collapsed when powerless to see the condition of the sister in there.

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Being a widower before turning 28 years old is a tradition that must be done by all descendants of nobles, especially men. The tradition is believed to avoid the Oesteria state from condemnation. If it is not done, then the Oesteria country will be hit by bad luck continuously.

"I'm willing! I will love him, love him, comfort him, honor him, protect him whether in good or bad condition, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, forever faithful to him until death do us part!"

The sacred promise was uttered simultaneously in the presence of the priest, not just Allison. His three best friends are Melvin Torres, heir to the Torres family. Castillo Fidelyo, heir to the Fidel family. And Shanan Reyes, heir to the Reyes family.

Faylan turned to the three girls who also fared the same as him. What made him hurt was that Faylan recognized three girls younger than him. Faylan was inexhaustible, how could they have done so to make the orphanage child as Unlucky Bride.

Olivia, Daisy and Alexa. Three 16-year-old girls that Faylan already considers like his own little sister.

After the sacred vows, Faylan, Olivia, Daisy and Alexa are taken out of the palace. The next event was a motorcade ceremony, introducing them to the entire Oesteria community.

Out there, the crowd of Oesterians were already waiting for their arrival. Faylan and the other three girls were standing in line. Faylan was in the middle.

"Why did you three get here?" asked Faylan while wiping her tears.

"No problem, Brother. They gave us a lot of money, the children will not go hungry" Olivia smiled wryly.

"Oh my God," Faylan's tears were no longer contained.

Behind them, there were four grooms each riding on horses. Allison was in the middle.

"What is this ceremony?" Shanan shook his head.

"I feel like a fool to be fooled" Castillo continued.

"It's hard to change this tradition. Let alone the community, government officials who are said to be smart and smart are in fact also easily fooled," Melvin chimed in.

When they were in the crowd, they stopped. Faylan, Olivia, Daisy and Alexa.

The people of Oesteria cheered, then pelted the four Unlucky Brides with eggs, flour, bottles of drink and even some pelted them with stones.

Faylan was trying to protect her three siblings, the four of them were just crying out to strengthen each other.

"Allison, do something!" shanan is not.

Instead of helping the four girls who were still being pelted, Allison just left. Melvin got off his horse.

"Stop!" melvin and the people of Oesteria stopped pelting Faylan and his three younger siblings. Seeing the actions of his friends, Castillo and Shanan also helped.

They brought the four Unlucky Brides back into the main palace. "You okay?" melvin asked Faylan, Faylan nodded his head.

"Take them all to the room" Melvin told the waiter.

"Good, Sir."

***

"Why don't you just stay here, honey?" ask Queen Diona who still looks beautiful at the age of 65 years.

"Allison needs privacy, Grandma," she replied briefly. Queen Diona just let out a long sigh.

"Frequently visit," replied king Altan.

"Good, Cake."

After saying goodbye, Allison immediately took Faylan away to the spring mansion. In the car, Faylan continues to worry about the fate of his three younger siblings who will live together with their respective husbands.

That night, Allison takes Faylan back to the castle-style building that Faylan once thought was the royal palace.

"Take him to the room, ask the waiter to help get rid of the fishy smell from his body" Allison told Assistant Juan.

"Good, Sir."

"I can do it on my own, Mr. Son," Faylan replied, stopping Allison's move. Allison turned around, looking at Faylan sharply.

"I don't mean to vilify the name of the master. It's just that, your real name is too long, so I just take the tip, hehe ...."

Allison stepped closer to Faylan until her body stuck on the concrete wall of the house. Faylan tried to hold down Allison's chest while saying, "Master what do you want?"

"D bathed the waiter or did I bathe?"

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