My friends always believed in love at first sight. For me, that was a whole lot of nonsense. I was more of a practical person;

I was even nicknamed 'Miss Practicality.' I had it all - the brave and stand-up-for-yourself woman to men - until everything in my world crumbled.

There I was, standing on the streets, with absolutely no idea of why a black van stopped in front of me, and I was bundled into the car, with no idea of where we were headed.

Oh, by the way, I couldn't see a thing also because my eyes were blind folded and my hands tied together, all I could do was scream and shout.
Hi, my name is Victoria Bello, and I'm 26 years old. You see those people with me in the van, yes, them, the big burly sack of men seated by my side, well, let's say they were hired by my childhood friend. If my story is intriguing, then relax and continue reading, because things might not go the way you'd expect them.

"Narrator, narrator, you can take over now. I'm going for a water break and to tend to my child.""Hi, guy's narrator here, I'll just continue from wherever Victoria left off."
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So where was she, ahh yes, the car ride. The kidnappers had taken Victoria in, with her giving the most mundane threats she could think of.

"I know karate and tai-chi, when my hands are free, I'll make sure heads will roll !" She shouted, her legs flailing in the air as the men carried her into a room like she weighed nothing less than a sack of potatoes.

They sat her down on a chair, and the smell of food wafted in the air, with the sound of birds tweeting overhead. The men stood by her sides. Victoria shifted in the chair till she fell off."So, sorry, dear, for this treatment." Came a voice from the door.

Victoria tried to decipher who the voice belonged to, but she came up with nothing, her brows already forming creases from the discomfort the blind fold gave her."You may leave, thank you." The men nodded in response and walked out of the room, their boots echoing on the wooden floor as the door closed.

"Who are you? Where am I ? And what am I doing here?" Victoria asked again, this time less threatening, her voice going down a notch.

Images began to form in her mind. Was she being kidnapped for ransom, or did she anger someone at the office, or maybe this is all a prank, or her father's enemies are plotting a revenge through her?"Here, let me help you up," came the voice. The person helped her into the cushioned seat, removing the blind fold also.

White spots began to form in Victoria's eyes as they tried to adjust to the bright light streaming through the windows from the sun, her pupils dilating and adjusting to the light.Using her still bound arms to shield her face, "Christabel?" her brows creasing further, with a splash of red forming around her neck."

"Before panicking, I'll explain half of the story; the other half is for David to do the talking." Christabel quickly explained before untying Victoria's hands.Victoria looked at Christabel, wondering what she could say, but no words formed.

She slowly rested into the chair, crossing her legs, while shaking them, her hands massaging her temple. The day couldn't get any worse."You have the next 34 hours to get married," Christabel finally spoke up, wringing her hands as she walked around the room.

A barely invincible sweat showing up on her forehead as she let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding.Victoria immediately stood up from her seat, letting out a light chuckle,

"What do you mean by I'm getting married?" "Well, that's not my part to
tell, like I said, you'll have to meet up with David for the rest. I was only sent to relay the first part of the message and get you ready."

Christabel dragged Victoria by the arm to a door that Victoria hadn't noticed by Victoria. She couldn't register the thought of getting married or even it being done in this way, not that she didn't want to get married, but not in this way.

She let out a sigh and followed willingly, Christabel, into the room.In the room, a rack of wedding gowns stood, with a makeup artist waiting on standby.

She got into the spare room with five different wedding gowns and tried on each of them till she came out with the worst one ever.
First of all, the design was tacky, and it was an off white, which came with huge flower designs all over the gown, with some sticking out at a weird angle.

"At least if I can't get away from this marriage, then I can make myself unbearable, whether it is David or my parent's I won't be going down that aisle with a clear mind." She muttered to herself.

Christabel scanned her with her eyes, wincing, "Are you sure that's what you want to wear?"

Victoria shot Christabel a glare before heading towards the wine tray. She poured herself a full glass and gulped it in one go, "white wine, nice," she said out, sighing as the bitter-sweet taste hit the back of her throat.

"It's my wedding, isn't it? Let's get married then," Victoria spat out, her tone that of mockery laced within.
She sat down to let the makeup artist do her job.Christabel excused herself with the makeup artist when the work was done, leaving Victoria to herself.

As soon as the door closed, Victoria relaxed, letting her shoulders drop. She was on the verge of breaking down; little tears began to form at the rim of her eyes, threatening to spill and ruin the makeup she didn't care about.
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David knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. When none came through, she walked in only to see Victoria sobbing lightly, her makeup streaming down her face.

David let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders falling, "Miss Victoria," he called out lightly.Victoria looked up from the flowers on the dress she was looking at, "It's time, I'll give the details on the way and clean your make up, you look horrible," he said, his voice taking a light pitiful tone, because no one deserved this, everyone deserved to find love for themselves, but her she was the only child of her parents and she was needed in order to solve the issue at hand.

Victoria was being led down the Aisle, with David leading her and not her father, "Miss Victoria, a rival of your parents', offered to marry in exchange for paying for your parents' debts.

"Victoria stopped walking and looked at David, her father's assistant, "What do you mean by debt? My parents have always been well-to-do and executed their plans carefully.

"Well, they didn't want to let you know about it. Please keep walking before they suspect something is wrong.

"I'm dressed like a big cupcake for the slaughter, what's wronger than this?" She said sarcastically, snickering.They continued walking down the aisle. She couldn't see the groom's face; his back still faced them and the crowd. "How did they get this debt?"

"I had warned your father about signing a deal with a certain company, and this led to a series of bad investments since last year, and now he owes some very influential people who have ties to the mafia."

Victoria's hands trembled, the bouquet of roses almost slipping from her hands. "What do you mean by mafia ties?" she whispered harshly."

Like I said, they have mafia ties, and your parents are being held hostage till the debts are cleared."

David had already gotten to the altar with Victoria, "Someone you know offered to help you on one condition, he has to marry you in order to pay the debts."

David took a light bow as he handed her hand over to the groom and walked back into the crowd to take a seat.The groom turned to face her, "Hi, Victoria," came his smooth, silky voice.

"Raphael!" she let out a whisper-yell, her brows furrowed, wide pupils, and her heart skipping a bit. It was none other than her childhood friend, whom she used to fantasize about marrying when they were younger, who had left the country before they got into junior school.

Victoria could only utter the words Yes, I do throughout the ceremony, like she was in a trance. After everything, Raphael made a call, and the debts were paid, and her parents were released.
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Thank you, narrator. I'm back, so guys, that's how I got married unexpectedly, and I also have a baby with Raphael. To know more about what came next, beg our beautiful narrator to stretch my story a little longer. Bye guys.