The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 42

"DOES EVERYTHING WORK?!?" " The wedding planner applauded before asking her colleagues whether everything was ready and if there were any other issues. From the location to the videographer.

I'm all dressed in my gown and simply waiting for the videographers and the vehicle I'll be riding to the chapel. But I'm curious because it hasn't arrived as of yet. They already called the driver but it has not arrived yet. Cassandra and Stanley had already gone to church.

I've been feeling a lot better since Stanley saw me in the bridal gown. I just dismissed it since I was probably overthinking it.

The door opened and I saw the photographer and videographer enter. They have already prepared my gown. Even out of the house they take video and picture shots of me. When we came out, I thought the car was already there but it still isn’t there until now. I looked at the watch in my hand and then bit my lip because the wedding was about to begin.

The rest of who is with me didn't even know what to do or who to call. Because I didn’t want Stanley to think anything negative I decided to call him. I just hope he holds his phone so that this day will not be delayed. Maybe the next time the wedding is postponed, I really won't be able to attend.

I approached a woman who helped me earlier to put on the wedding gown and touched her to ask if I could borrow her phone to call Stanley.

“Miss, can I borrow your phone?” I smiled at her so that I could approach her better but I was surprised when she walked away from us. I was stunned by what she did.

I followed her and put my palm over my mouth when I saw where she was heading and a man handed her a gun. My guests were preoccupied with contacting the driver, so they didn't notice me. My gown is likewise filthy.

The woman looked around, and I hastily concealed as she glance my location. I turned to look at the man who had given her the rifle, but he was no longer there. When I returned my gaze to the woman, I noticed a vehicle parked in front of her. When I discovered it was what I was going to use for the wedding, my eyes opened even more.

I dashed back to where my guests were. I saw that they were relaxed when they saw me, and I was startled when the car I was intending to use came, but it was not the one the woman had used. I became concerned about what may happen.

I jumped into the car without thinking to hurry to the church.

What's going on? I'm dumbfounded.

Before the driver started the car, I opened the window and looked at the woman who had helped me earlier. The wedding organizer looked back at me and approached the window. I held in her hand while something was racing in my heart. I can no longer explain how I feel.

“What is the name of the woman who helped me earlier when I put on the gown?” I held out my hand, so I could hold the hand of the wedding organizer.

Suddenly, her reaction changed, she became perplexed. Her eyes were full of suspicions. As if she didn’t understand what I wanted to say.

“The short-haired woman?” She asked back and still didn't remove her hand that I was fastening until now. The driver didn't move the car either.

I nodded but couldn't bring myself to declare she had the answers. I reckon that the hand movements of a forbidden clock are significant. Its prohibited flicking should be admired.

My legs were already trembling from my agitation at her second addition, but instead of responding, she pulled out her phone and showed me a photo of the woman I had questioned her about. Stolen images appear as the woman entering from my room. I borrowed her phone to double-check. I couldn't paint my face when I knew it was her.

“There she is. What is her name?” I looked at the driver who was also looking at us to show him that he should be ready for our departure. The others with the wedding organizer who were left also approached.

“But … Miss Caroline, I thought she was with you. She doesn't talk to us, so I thought she was your assistant.” She looked at her friends to make sure none of them knew the woman. “Do any of you know that woman?”

My heart pounded as they shook at the same time. I looked at the driver, and he quickly sound the car. I couldn't even close the window because of the car's speed. It was only on my getaway that it was closed. I was biting my nails with extreme anxiety.

“Ma'am, I'm sorry for the delay; I was simply caught off guard when the tire went flat. I also couldn't update you since my phone died.” I couldn't understand what the driver was saying to me because I was too focused on the road and calculating how many minutes we had till we were at church.

The driver was likewise deafeningly quiet.

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My heart couldn't stop racing as soon as the car screeched to a halt. It's as if there's air in it; there's a hole through which air enters and surrounds my heart. And the earth beneath my feet appeared to shift with each step I made. I felt as though I were short of breath.