Married against her will

My parents and his parents decided that we would get married. On my wedding day, I met him for the first time. I knew what I had to expect. My new name was Emma Tomlinson and I hated it.


2. Chapter Two - Agreed?

I came home on Friday and heard people talking in the dining room. I saw that Laura, one of our butlers were nervous and I went straight up to her. 
"What happened?" 
She swallowed and pulled me into another room. 
"Your parents are in there and talk with your in-laws. They talk about what it will cost and how they will do with the companies in the future and about you." 
I swallowed and realized that my dad talked about what I was worth. I looked down at the floor and felt small. He had always said that I wasn't worth anything and that he certainly could give me away for free. Think if he gave me away to my new family?
"I tried to listen, but I didn't understand what they were talking about." Laura whispered. She was one of the few in the house that I liked. It was she who became my only friend, behind everyone's backs, and it was her that I would miss the day I got married with my husband. I saw at her that she had wanted to say more to me, but she was silent. 
"It's okay!" I replied quietly. "I know what will happen and what does it matter?"


Mom came and took my arm. She pulled me up to my room and made ​​sure that I changed my clothes into something neat. 
"You're meeting your in-laws today and I don't want them to think you are a poor girl. Dad talk so much about you and praising you." 
I swallowed. 
"Are they nice?" 
She snorted. 
"It's not them you should be with so who cares? Now be kind and don't say too much. Did you know that this is an important day in your life and today they make decisions about how you and Louis are getting married you. "

Mom smiled weakly. 
"Yes, your future husband. Louis Tomlinson."


Troy and Johannah Tomlinson lit up when I showed up. I saw how they called me and they seemed happy with what they got. Troy looked directly down on my hips and sighed lightly.
"Are all the women in your family so narrow? She will give birth to children, and not just look pretty?" 
Dad cleared his throat and I realized he wasn't prepared for that question. 
"Everyone in our family has given birth to good children. My wife managed to give me three sons, so I think she can do it." 
I didn't know what to say. I felt like a cattle. They were looking at a cow? Could the cow give birth to calves or there will be trouble? 
"She looks good!" contented Johannah and she looked straight into my eyes. "So Emma are you happy now?" 
I swallowed and all fell silent. I could be honest and say that I hated everything and I didn't want her son, but I smiled. 
"Yes, it's the best day of my life."
Mom nodded with satisfaction and laughed a little bit. 
"We've talked about this and Emma is excited." 
Johannah snorted and came over to me. She smiled at mom. 
"I want to talk alone with Emma." 
All stopped again. Mom seemed to wonder why, but she smiled and nodded. 
"You can go into the library."


Johannah closed the doors and then looked at me. She was serious and I realized that she really took everything about this seriously. 
"My son is a good man." she said, and came up to me. "He's kind-hearted and he cares about everyone else. I expect that you really care for him and cater to his needs?" 
I nodded immediately. I knew my place in the relationship and it was I who would look up to him. 
"Yes ma'am!" 
She smiled weakly. 
"And you're lucky to get him." 
I balked. Was he a perfect man or a perfect son? I was curious? Perhaps my dream would strike through? I would have a husband who cared about me? Johannah opened her bag and then she gave me an envelope. She made ​​sure I grabbed it and then she released her hand. 
"It's from my son. I know you shouldn't be allowed to have contact before the wedding, but I promised him that you would get it. It's between us, our secret." She looked straight into my eyes. "And between you and me, the secrets are to be kept how big they may be."


Late in the evening, when my parents had gone to bed, I lit the bedside lamp. I picked up the envelope and opened it with shaky hands. I saw a letter and I saw a photo lie there in. I gulped. He had sent a photo of him? I took up the letter first. 
"Hey Emma!" he had written with a neat handwriting. "I know that this isn't our dream and I understand that you're scared. I can promise you that I wont demand a lot from you. I live a secret life, and for some years I have discovered that I'm gay. I'm not interested in girls. I know that this isn't the ultimate relationship, but we can make it work. Be not scared and when we are married I'll release you and let you fulfill your dreams. Hug your Louis."
I was shocked! There goes my dream of getting married and living with love. I would live with a man who doesn't even want me? I took the photo and saw a pretty good looking guy. He appeared thin, had brown hair and he smiled big. His eyes were gorgeous and his face was actually sweet. It cut into me that I wouldn't get the chance to be his real wife. I would only be his wife on the paper and nothing else.

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