Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

DEMI

"Demi! Demi!! Demi!!!"

The shrill sound of my aunt's voice cuts through my foggy brain and stirs me awake from a deep sleep. My eyes still closed, I hear her swing my door open and barge into my room with her daughter in tow. It's usually bad when they enter the small boxy room that is my escape hatch from their hateful glares and harsh words.

I have been living with my aunt ever since my parents died five years ago. They were unfortunately inside a faulty elevator in a mall that fell from the nineteenth floor and crashed. Aunt wasn't pleased to have an extra mouth to feed by accommodating me. She hated her sister, my mother. Jealous is more like the word. They had both wanted my father and my father chose my mum over my aunt. Long story. My aunt and her daughter, Kira, have been making my life a miserable one ever since I moved in with them.

"You're still in bed by ten in the morning, huh girl? Did you forget you're an orphan and a freeloader in my house? An adult who is yet to start contributing substantially to the expenses in this house?" My aunt snarls.

I sit up on my bed thinking how I have been submitting my pay checks from working at a book store to my aunt at the end of every month, for the last two years now. The light from the window is harsh so I squint my eyes. My head aches badly and my aunt's voice is only making it want to fall off my neck. Why do I feel this way?

"Where were you last night? Kira heard you come in by two this morning. Where the hell were you?"

"I told you she has started prostituting herself." Kira draws close and sniffs me.

"Eww. She reeks of alcohol and her breath stinks mum. She's clearly drunk."

"What's that?" Kira asks. In a flash, she snatches a paper crumpled by the foot of my bed. I continue to cradle my head in my hands when Kira shrieks. "NO WAY! NO F*CKING WAY." She rushes to show her mum what the paper says.

"A marriage certificate?"

just to ANYBODY." Kira stares at me. "TO ASH ROLLINS??? This can't be right. The Rollins brothers would never...Demi could

My aunt snatches the paper and reads intently. "Is this real? No, it can't. Speak up Demi. What is the meaning of this?

them. Very few people have had the privilege to fraternize with them and I am

my boyfriend's apartment and finding him beneath two butt naked women. Iman even had the nerve to blame me for neglecting his needs and driving him to the edge with my decision to wait till marriage. Fresh hot tears moisten

"I...I don't remember."

around for my phone and flip through it. There's no clue in it. No pictures or sloppy drunk videos. How much did I drink last night? How did I end up with a marriage certificate? And to Ash Rollins? Nah, some random dude must have been playing a prank. There's no way one of the billionaire quads of the Rollins Empire, the richest family in the entire country would ever share the same air or space as me.

to take a homemade remedy for my hangover and freshen up. I am very late for work but I am hoping Mr. Rahl would be forgiving. I have never turned up late before. He would be more concerned than mad. Liam, one of our most loyal customers was also coming

you think you're

spin towards her. "To the book store, for

think so." She's all dressed up. Kira too. "We're heading for the Rollins Mansion

"What? W-Why?"

already posted your marriage certificate online. All the entertainment blogs are eating it up.

there's an article about my marriage on Billion-Err, a very popular blog in Danvarr that's notorious for uncovering wrongs done by wealthy families/businesses and calling them out for it. I don't mind other small blogs running the story but not Billion-Err. Now, the whole of Danvarr knows my face. How am I supposed to live under the radar

seeing the crappy photo Kira added of

yesterday, okay? I was livid and had a drink for the first time. I must have had too much to drink. The fake marriage thing must have

jump on a train to make some money off the Rollins family?" Kira shoots back, snagging her phone from my hands. "They have too much of it as it is. Mum is going to put her skills as a

How can this

"It's the least you can do to pay me back for putting up with you. You better play your part. The paparazzi must

ask with a hand over

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