Forced Wedding; A Weird Freaky Love

Quens knows that her mother doesn't deserve her wonderful attention, let alone her beautiful, overflowing energy, but she just can't get this event out of her mind. No matter what she does to get rid of that misery of a wedding she had, it will persist in tormenting her mind.

At that time she had the feeling that her parents and siblings wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible, but without giving her the proper recognition and respect she deserved. After all, she was a valuable member of their family,as if her brothers weren't.

It's fair to say that her relationship with her family wasn't the best, and it was even less of a mother-daughter bond. It was always a bit shared and a bit far-fetched.

However, Xander has always loved her for who she is: a beautiful, loving woman, even if her love is selective. But still, she's a very loving, affectionate and sexy person. After all, his wife has never loved or seen anyone but him, so her love for him is undeniable.

It suits Pekon that she is so unattainable and untouchable. If his wife ever cheated on him, it would surely be with a god, because no one is good enough for this woman but him. Lucky for him, he ticks all the boxes from day one to today.

While the wedding her parents had arranged for her was impressive, she had to admit it wasn't what she wanted, let alone deserved. She wanted something more impressive than just grand, something befitting an Arab-italian princess and all that. 

She wanted something like what she had planned for her daughter – a wedding that would be remembered for twenty-five generations and more to come. They also have the resources to preserve the films without damaging them or losing their value. 

She gets goosebumps just watching her wedding videos, it creeps the hell out of her. This video is a bit of an embarrassment, so she keeps it hidden away.

She gave her daughter the wedding she wanted, the dream of a little girl who was pampered and adored by all. It's a wonderful world where anything seems possible, where everything is pink, although she knows that Kelsey would have disapproved if she'd had the choice or a say in all that. What Kelsey wants and doesn't want doesn't really matter to her, she knows better how things should be done.

Quens knows with Kelsey personality she would have picked something simpler and more demure than this fairy-tale version. But in her wise opinion her daughter has no taste and doesn't know what's good for her own good. 

So as her mother, she took matters into her own hands and took care of everything without bothering her needs and she did it with glee and no restraint at all. That's why it took six months for the wedding to be held otherwise she would have married them the same day of the agreement between her and the Locke.

"Hey,sweetheart, why don't you go and see what the kids are up to? I don't want Kelsey to come up with a last-minute plan and ruin all the hard work I've put in to give her a life worthy of her name." 

Say a sweet voice which belongs to a stunning woman in her mid forties but who barely looks twenty-five, with great beauty, leans towards her mirror to give her sophisticated demure make-up a final touch. 

The sweetheart she was talking to was none other than her husband who is currently staring at her languidly, his eyes half-open and half-closed as he leans against the bedroom door.

The husband looks a little anxious and uncomfortable even despite the longing look in his eyes. However, his elegance and air of confidence, along with that little seductive and mischievous smile at the corner of his lips, while he admires the curves of his wife in that long see-through dress that perfectly hugs her body, hide his anxiety making it almost impossible for others to notice.

He is a businessman who knows exactly how to hide his darkest and deepest emotions and reveal only what people want to see and what he wants them to see. 

The gorgeous lady dabbed elegantly her painted lips and looked in the mirror to see if her husband was still there, or if he had heard what she had said. She was certain he was still there and had heard her.

She found him still leaning elegantly against the door, his arms crossed over his bulging pecs, his eyes fixed on her, ogling her like a beast in heat. 

His eyes still held that same glow, that same flame that had taken her over the first time she saw Pekon Xander ColdGuard. She doesn't know how he does it, but she likes it. 

She likes the attention her husband gives her and she likes the way he always looks at her as if she were the only one in the world. Who wouldn't like that too, uh?

She let out a soft, playful giggle that sounded like music to her husband's ears. She looks like a fourteen-year-old girl who is still learning about love and the adult world. She was happy to see that her husband was still so taken with her after nearly thirty years of marriage.

"Come on, sweetheart, stop gawking at me like a teenager in love and go check on the kids, please. I really hope everything goes well." She whispered with an alluring smile, and Pekon immediately bit his lips. His wife chuckled even more, and it stirred something deep inside him, it is always like that.

It made him think about why he'd chosen this woman again and again each time. Despite her serious and unquestionable appearance she was a playful woman who knew what she wanted, both in bed and in life.

They've been married for twenty-three years and they still love each other as much as they did on their wedding day. One look is enough to keep them glued to each other until the roosters crow or the horses neigh.

She loves the effect she has on her husband and likes to see that her charm is still going strong, even as she gets older. After almost thirty years of marriage and even after the birth of their four children, her husband still looks at her with the same sparkle in his eyes. 

She's confident it'll last a long time, even until they die, like they promised.

Pekon's little grin disappeared all of a sudden, and he looked her straight in the eyes before saying in a firm, hoarse voice, "These are exactly the little moments you just robbed our daughter of, darling. Those little moments that you are so proud of and addicted to." He paused briefly to watch the smile fade from his wife's eyes as she understood she had been played by her stupid husband.

"Oh, don't worry, my dear. There will be two of us feeling sorry for ourselves since I let you do it without fighting for her," he added, as if he was mocking himself.

His expression changed to a frown as his wife turned back to the mirror, disappointed by the way her husband was shamelessly playing with her emotions.

"Let's not revisit this, shall we?" Her voice was flat and emotionless, as if she was a different person than the one who had laughed seductively a moment ago. 

"It's what's best for her. We married her into a good family. I didn't just throw her to the wolves or under a bus. The Lockes couldn't have asked for a better match for their son, and our daughter would be in good hands." She said firmly and with finality. 

She was determined that her hard work and efforts wouldn't go to waste because of her husband's crisis. 

Absolutely not!

"She's got another eleven years to devote to marriage and family responsibilities and so on. We promised each other that we'd give the kids time to enjoy their youth before we started pushing them into things..." Pekon couldn't get out the last part of his sentence before his wife cut him off.

"Pekon Xander ColdGuard, stop this story. You know all too well that your daughter is different. She would never have followed the path we set for her, and it would be a scandal for our family, so stop it. Don't act like a spoiled child like your sons. I did what was necessary and best for her."

"Oh wow, now she's just my daughter?" Quens eyes shifted a bit at her husband's response. She realized she'd made a mistake in the heat of the moment. But the determination which replaced her stunned look says she wasn't ready to take back what she'd already said.

Her husband understood that she wasn't planning to apologize. The way her eyes narrowed showed she wasn't willing to retract her words. He knew his wife well enough to read her body language, so he continued in a firm tone.

"Of course my daughter is different, and you are different. None of my boys are carbon copies of me, you, or their older brother. So why would Kelsey be any different? You all have your own personalities. Why can't she be different? What's stopping her from being different? Otherwise, we would have just cloned ourselves instead of letting things take their natural course. And life would always be boring, monotonous, and suffocating to death." 

Quens rolls her eyes at her husband's outburst, as if to say: "What's wrong with you, why the fuss?" But Pekon was set to finish what he started so he ignored her questioning look and continued talking.

"We should just accept her differences, as we do with everyone else. You're not like my mother, but I wish you were. My sons aren't like me, but you wish they were. But you've embraced them all for who they are. Why can't you do the same for our...my daughter?" He says, in a moment of intense paternal love, to prevent his daughter from being trapped too early in a marriage to someone she doesn't know even less love.

Quens isn't demoralized and affected by her husband's words, and she's even less bothered by the explicit "my daughter" involvement in each sentence. That's little to make her back down. She's even more determined to keep this marriage going.

"Because her difference is too much to bear, because there's nothing normal about her, and because she'll never be able to change who she is. As her parents, it's my job to show her what's normal and what's good for her. I don't understand why you disagree with me so strongly," she replies calmly but firmly.

She took a moment to collect herself, then turned to her husband. She placed a perfectly manicured hand on her hip and stared at Pekon for a moment before speaking in a firmer, more determined tone.

"We've gone over this enough, Pekon. The ceremony is about to start, so let's put all these questions aside and accept that our daughter is now in her place and in the normal order of things."

As she spoke, she grabbed a soft dark green drape that matched her husband's eyes and resembled half a skirt that was lying on the bed. She tied it around her slim waist, which fell smoothly over her see-through dress.

She was done discussing this matter, and Pekon knew there was nothing he could do to change his wife's mind. 

Even after all the expenses they'd incurred, he'd be fine ending it all right now if that's what his daughter wanted. But Kelsey had decided that getting married was the best thing to do after months of arguing with her mother about her desire to marry her.

She finally gave up when her mother decided which suitor would be best for her. He doesn't understand why his daughter gave up. She's usually fighting nails and teeth to protect her rights as if she's been eating wasps and lion all her life. And she has the perseverance and courage to stand up to things that don't suit her. So it's surprising that she's getting married just because her mother says so.

By the time Kelsey had received the photo of the first grandson of the Locke, she had stopped protesting and given in to her mother's desire to set her on the right path. If that makes her sleep at night, so be it.

Pekon shook his head, glanced at his watch, and then looked back at his wife with a look of determination on his face.

She was focused on draping the cloth around her extremely thin waist, as if that were the most important task at hand. She was so absorbed in this task that she seemed to have forgotten the universe and its inhabitants.

Pekon let out a small sigh of defeat. Kelsey had accepted, so he should end this back and forth about this damned marriage once and for all and move on otherwise his own marriage would suffer a lot. 

He hadn't slept for months, thinking about his daughter and her happiness, and the potential rift this story could create in the dynamic of their beautiful family. He was determined to put an end to this marriage story once and for all but what can he do in these circumstances when her daughter is okay with it.

"You really need to take this sore shawl off, darling." He changes the subject to advise his wife, who is concentrating on tying the drape around her waist. He's been wanting to get rid of it for a while now, but he wasn't in the mood to discuss it earlier. This thing is getting on his nerves.

"It hides all your beautiful roundness, and now I have nothing to ogle when you turn your back on me." He complained to his wife in a tone that was both childish and assertive. 

Everything was back to normal in no time. No more discussions that made them go around in circles. No more attempts to change his wife's mind. Kelsey was alone now, and hoped her plans would bear fruit, no matter what she had in mind.

His wife smiled in the mirror. This little discussion was not going to break their dynamic. Then she began to chuckle softly as she saw her husband's face crumpled in disgust, who looked at the draped gown with disdain.

"Don't worry, I'll take it off after the big ceremony. I'll spend the reception dancing with you in the little dress without this encumbrance that makes your life difficult," she answered playfully in a seductive voice.

Her husband's eyes lit up with mischief instantly, and he immediately found his smile back.

"This drape is fine, and you look beautiful, my dear," he told his wife while walking to her, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you outside. The groom is about to make his entrance."

He left the room, leaving his wife standing in front of her mirror. She let her hand fall to her side with a sigh and sat down on the padded stool in front of the dressing table, putting her head in her hands for a moment to think about what she had done.

She swiftly dispelled any trace of self-pity by firmly shaking her head and banishing all doubt and remorse from her mind. She refused to let herself be overwhelmed by doubt and whatnot her husband and sons want to implant in her system. 

She did the right thing, she will not let her daughter derail and drift away before her eyes without trying to help her. 

She was not going to be swayed by her family's protests! She knows better than they do.

She knows what she's doing. A parent always knows what's best for their child.

Fortunately, her hair was tied up in a complicated bun with very elegant hairpins, otherwise she would be in all her state trying to give it some semblance of order right now.

She calls her daughter's voluminous deep curly hair a mane, but she is not better than Kelsey. She is just more feminine and normal in her wise opinion. Her hair is straight while her daughter's is curly.

She stood up, finished hanging her drape properly, and displayed a big smile like Kwan's. Unlike Kwan, however, she lacked the extra long and pointed canines that are typical of an animal.

Her teeth are as white as her son's, with dark purple gums and almond-shaped eyes of a piercing pearl gray.

She gave her prominent cheekbones a little color and left the room with her head held high, walking with a light and elegant step, satisfied with her outfit and her image.