The Devil In Guise - Chapter 113

The Author’s POV

“Angelina” her father called when he saw her lifeless body on the bed. Fabulous was crying. Zev couldn’t believe what he was. This was a nightmare.

He took Angelina in his arms. She didn’t move or talk. He tried to feel her pulse but it’s was strange. “Send for the Physician immediately.”

Alex turned to Fabulous. “Let’s go”

“No sister. Stay back with Uncle and Angelina. I will bring the physician in here” he said dashing out of the room.

Alex was shocked by what she saw. The rope on Angelina’s neck and her lifeless body scared her but she refused to cry. Her daughter was not dead and no one was allowed to mourn. That’s why she wouldn’t cry.

“Angelina please wake up” Wonder said, touching his sister. Even though he was a child wonder wished he could help her. She was dear to him.

“How is she doing ?” Alex managed to ask. She lost her voice after fabulous went out.

“I don’t know. Take Wonder upstairs, I don’t want him to see this. They would add to his nightmare.”

Alex nodded and took Wonder downstairs. Zev could not hold back tears that were forming in his eyes. After his wife left he cried out his heart. The fear of losing his child was real. To him she was his jewel, life , happiness and hope. Many times he lost hope but for her sake, he had no choice than to keep going.

How Earth will he Forgive himself if any thing happens to her?

Not quite long after he left , Fabulous returned with the physician. She commenced treatment immediately.

“Is she still alive?” Zev asked her. He was panicking.

“Yes Zev. You saved her at the right time or else…” the physician paused . She didn’t want to tell the parents of dying girl that they would have lost her. “Please give me some privacy here. Pray to the creator, he will heal her.”

Zev nodded. He didn’t want to leave Angelina alone but her treatment was more important.

He went downstairs and met his family. Wonder came running to him. Zev carried him in his arms.

“Father , he is Angelina awake ?” He asked.

Zev felt like crying. He held back the tears. If his son was strong enough not to cry then why will he shed a tear? “No not yet , my son.”

“I blame myself for this” Alex said. “Angelina is fighting for her life in there. I couldn’t even support her as a mother , Zev.”

“Don’t say that sister. You have always supported Angelina, we all know how much you love her” Fabulous consoled. He wasn’t around when all these happened. He came back last night just to hear stories of Angelina, the heart breaker. Little did he know that she had fallen in love with the prince.

“Is not your fault Alex. Don’t blame your self, I am the one at fault” Zev took the blame. He agreed that it’s was because of him that Angelina tried to commit suicide. If only he paid attention to her then things won’t have gone this way.

“Stop blaming yourselves. What is happening, is fate, it always leaves you with the greatest shock. We should all pray for her to recover” Fabulous told them.

**

“Its your wedding day” A loud voice woke him up from sleep. He felt their presence, there were not one or two but seven people.

Stefan opened his left eye and observed. It’s were the women. His mother, queen Natasha, Annabelle and four other women. He shut his eyes and changed position to the other side of the bed.

He didn’t believe that the day finally came! Stefan wished he was born today instead.

“It’s seemed the groom is shy mother” Queen Natasha said holding a tray. It’s contained the clothes Stefan was going to wear for the first ceremony.

Queen mother Daria sat down on the bed and touched him “we don’t have all the day Stefan. There are a lot of ceremonies to perform. You haven’t even visit your uncles”.

She knew that he was awake and he could hear her.

“What happened Mother? Is the groom too lazy to stand up from the bed ?” Queen Natasha said. “Don’t keep Amara waiting.”

They giggled.

Stefan wondered what was funny? The jokes she threw only annoyed him. He did not like Queen Natasha.

She was a pretentious and wicked woman. When ever Queen mother Daria wanted to execute her wicked plans , she would help.

“Mmmmh. Princess Amara looked so beautiful this morning who notice?” Queen Annabelle teased.

Sometimes Stefan wondered if she was a friend or an enemy.

“Stop it all of you” he sprang up from the bed all of a sudden.

They were laughing until they saw how serious he looked. The sudden change surprised them.

“Why are you so angry about it? Is she not your bride?” Queen Natasha asked. It seemed she didn’t take him serious. They thought he was joking with them.

It was time for him to act as a prince and not their respectful and obedient son or Brother in law.

“Get out all of you” he said pointing at the door. They looked shocked. The way he was behaving was quiet strange. This was all new to them.

“What are you saying my son ?” His mother said, moving to where he was.

“Stop right there mother. I said you should all go out now! Before I do something stupid” he yelled.

“Stefan, you promised not to misbehave do you remember ?” Queen mother Daria reminded him of their agreement. Of course he remembered their discussion and he was not going to go against it.

Stefan went to the door and opened it. “As you wish mother.”

They tried to apologies but he ignored them. One by one the women left his room.

That was a big relief to him. Ever since he woke up from his coma, it’s been the pre or post wedding preparations. They all teased him because of Amara. If only Angelina did not break his heart , they would have been married by now.

**

Everyone was downstairs except for Stefan. The guest began to arrive but still they was no sight of the groom.

As the tradition demanded, the groom was to sit at the Altar and wait for his bride for at least two hours.

“Mother , Why is Stefan not ready ? He didn’t even perform the other ceremonies” the king said. The groom was supposed to go out and greet his uncle’s and give gifts to them.

The second ceremony was organized for the royal bloods. Only men who were born in to the royal families were allowed to attend the ceremony. There, they would teach groom what to do and not to do after the wedding. They explained the complications in marriage and give out solutions.

The third was the taking of vows at the Altar. Which was normally done in the evening.

Every where was decorated and the palace looked brighter ever. The guests drank and eat before the wedding procession could start.

“I don’t know what is wrong with your brother” Queen mother Daria told him. “He is behaving strangely today. Can you imagine Lincoln? Stefan sent me out of his room in front of all your wives.”

“I don’t believe you mother” The king said in disbelief. “Stefan wouldn’t dare.”

“Then ask your wives. He drove us out of his room. I thought he drank liquor but it’s was too early for that. Which means he was in his right frame of mind.”

The king sighed. Some of the guests came to greet and he left with them. Queen mother Daria had no choice than to look for a way to get Stefan out of his room.

The boy had grown stubborn. When she thought he was getting better it became worse the next day. If Stefan dares to back off from this wedding then she was going to land in big trouble.

She needed him to cooperate. Queen mother Daria looked towards the throne. Lincoln was comfortably laughing at the jokes and praises the people sang to him.

“I have to clean their mess all the time” She muttered going upstairs.

Queen mother Daria met Queen Annabelle on her way to Stefan’s room. It seemed like a lucky star was smiling at her. She was going to shift all the responsibility to young queen. After all, she was Stefan’s best friend.

“Good evening mother” She curtsied.

“Thank you Annabelle. I want you to do something for me, thank the gods, I met you on my way to your room” Queen mother Daria said.

“You Shouldn’t have stressed your self mother. Next time, send a maid to come and get me instead” She told her.

“Please help me call the groom downstairs. It is time for the wedding.”

“Yes Mother.”

Queen mother Daria smiled and headed back to the hall.

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