He Calls Me His Queen

PrologueFive Years Earlier (February, 2014)I should've known better. In all honesty, none of this would have happened if I had just listened to my over-protective brother, and my conservative father. I wish I had just listened to them, because if I had, I would not have been in this situation that I currently am in; running away from my own home, my own city.If only I had stayed home that night, I never would have crossed paths with the demon who terrorized me. I would have been a simple teenage, living a peaceful life.Yet here I am, on a train, with my heart hammering away in my chest, my eyes constantly scanning the surroundings to make sure that he had not come after me. If I am able to escape successfully, I will start believing in miracles, because there was no way he was letting me go so easily.After all, he calls me his Queen.

Present (2018, February)"I'm asking you something, Alizabeth," he said, his tone getting louder with every word, "how could you do this to me?" He yelled, letting go of my hand and now grabbing my hair from over my veil, as he pressed the gun to my temple with his other hand. I whimpered in pain, and pulled at his hand which was holding my hair, trying to get him to let go.- - - -ONE HOUR AGOI had never thought that the day of my wedding would turn out to be this way. I had always thought that my family would be rejoicing, the sound of laughter and music would be echoing in the air, and that the day would be full of colors, joy and love.But this wasn't what was happening, as I wasn't marrying because of love. It was an arranged marriage, being carried out with the son of one of our wealthy family friends in order to ensure my security, and although I didn't love someone else either, I somehow knew that my fiance wasn't the one. He loved me, he had made