"Honey, will come down for a minute? We need to speak with you. It's very important." Her mother called.
Y/n was in the middle of writing in her journal, minding her own, mindlessly smiling as she wrote about her love and appreciation for the court boy, Lorenzo. "Coming, mother!"
Closing the pen in her journal, she made her way down the stairs smoothly to find a young man and her parents. He was quite handsome, made her eyes widen as she locked eyes with the beautiful stranger.
"Y/n, this is Justin Bieber, son of the dutchess, Patricia and the Duke, Jeremy Bieber. He has a message for you." Her father spoke in such a proper tone, it confused Y/n.
"Y/n, I know this may be sudden, but my parents have requested you and your family to join ours for dinner."
"Oh, uh. Of course, Mr. Bieber, when-"
"Please, sweetheart. Call me Justin. Mr. Bieber is my father." He smiles charmingly.
"Justin. Yes. Um, when will this dinner be?" It sounded weird to Y/n speaking properly in front of the son of royalty. Y/n lives in the ghetto, where poor commoners have to trade and beg for their meal and clothes.
"My house, at seven." He assures.
Something about his mannerisms make Y/n wonder what this dinner means. What was happening?
She simply nodded, "of course."
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"Lorenzo! Stop it, I have to get going. The Duke invited my family to a supper. Sounded urgent. I have to get ready." Y/n giggled.
"What do you mean a family dinner?"
Y/n simply shrugged. She wasn't too sure herself.
"A fair one like you, I'm sure it's about marriage." Lorenzo spoke bitterly.
"Don't be so silly, Enzo. I'm poor, a commoner. A girl like me doesn't belong in a home like theirs. My blood is dirty to them. This dinner surely isn't about that."
"Then don't go. Don't go to this supper and stay with me."
"Enzo, I already promised them I would go. I'll be home soon, I promise, okay?" She pecked her satin lips on Lorenzo's burning cheek.
"You look beautiful, Y/n." Lorenzo's blue eyes locked with Y/n's before he kissed her sweet lips. "I'll see you when you come back, yes?"
"I promise." Y/n smiled.
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Her world came crashing down. Everything she found color and beauty in, became gray. She was to be married to Justin Bieber in three months time. Though he would be a prize to have, her heart belonged to someone else.
And she had no say in it what-so ever.
"Y/n, darling, don't be rude. Kiss your fianceè. Look happier. Smile." Her mother chirped.
Y/n looked at Justin, he had a wide grin on his face, his features soft and patient. "I know this is sudden, but I promise to make and keep you happy." He spoke softly, assurance in his eyes.
Justin had eyes for Y/n for years. He was always so fascinated by her beauty, he knew he wanted her.
This was too much for Y/n to process. She promised to be with Lorenzo, the court boy who sold milk and bread to people in their little town market. The boy she's loved since she was young, her best friend turned lover.
This would crush Lorenzo to bits, but she cannot say no to this offer. Her family gets an upgrade; to not live in poverty any longer.
"Okay." Was all she could muster up to say. She was heartbroken. What was she going to tell Lorenzo?
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"They've arranged a marriage between you and Duke Bieber?! And you said yes? How can this be? I thought you loved me." Lorenzo felt his heart being crushed as well.
"It was a trade, Enzo. Justin always had it for me so he and his family offered my family a home as long as I become his wife. I'm stuck, Lorenzo. I don't know what to do."
"You could've said no, Y/n!"
"I had no choice!"
Two minutes of silence passed between the pair of them. Y/n was thinking about her family while Lorenzo thought about how to keep Y/n foe himself. "Run away with me."
"Enzo-"
"No. Y/n I love you and you love me. We should run away and be together." He grabbed her dainty hands and swueezed them, a plea in his eyes that beg for her to comply.
"And then what, Lorenzo? My family will still be in poverty, if not, probably worse. My family could lose everything if I run away with you. It was a kind idea, but I can't."
"Who's it going to be, Y/n? Me or your family?" Lorenzo's tone made Y/n flinch. She's never seen him so angry before.
"That's not fair and you know it." Y/n snaps, "I can't choose."
"Well let me choose for you then. Make it easier for you." He seethes, glaring daggers her way making her feel small. Lorenzo stood up to his feet and walked away from her, leaving her confused.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Y/n sniffled.
"I'm leaving. If you want to come, I'll wait at the station for you at midnight. Then is when I'll know who your heart is with."
And he was gone. Out of sight but still stuck in her mind. Should she be selfish? Or selfless?
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She chose her family. She would never forgive herself if she left with Lorenzo, though it breaks her heart knowing Lorenzo will hate her forever. She hoped that one day, he'd understand why she chose her family.
It was complete blackmail.
Y/n's family was yet again at the Bieber's residence. All couples sat together as they talked amongst themselves about the big wedding. Y/n felt gray with emptiness as the rest of them felt colorful with glee and happiness.
Everyone seemed happy but Y/n. She lost her love and her freedom.
"How about all of you move into your new home, Y/n will sleep with her fianceè tonight?" Patricia chriped getting Y/n's attention.
"Sounds like a plan!" Y/n's mother chimed.
"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, Y/n. I don't bite." Justin said gently, holding Y/n's hand in his. She simply nodded and tried to smile.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
She shook her head, "nothing."
"There is something bothering you, you can tell me." His voice soft.
Y/n was conflicted. Should she tell him the truth? Or what he hopes to hear? Maybe lie? "I don't want to marry you." She couldn't stop her mouth from saying the truth. "My heart belongs with someone else-"
"That court boy? The poor boy who sells milk and bread in the market?" Justin asks, his tone different. Sounded angry, jealous.
"His name is Lorenzo and-"
"I will find Lorenzo and I'll have him bankrupt, Y/n. Him and his measly family will be ruined if you try to leave me." His tone was threatening as aspired to be. He wasn't kind nor gentle anymore. "And as for your family, they'll be in poverty. No one will pay them any kindness. And if anyone shares their meals, home or food with them, will be executed. Their fate depends on your choices, Y/n. Choose wisely. I know you're a smart girl."
Y/n was at loss for words. His kindness turned to evil and venomous in seconds flat. Tears brimmed her waterline, he definitely scared her. "You can't do that to them. They've done no wrong nor harm."
"No, but you have. I have been nice to you, been patient with you and you give me this? You tell me you dont want to marry me? Any woman would be lucky enough if I spit on them, and you do this? I'm giving myself to you and you deny me? Have you lost your mind, girl?"
Her throat ran dry, her breathing became short. He definitely scared her. "You're scaring me."
"Good." His eyes were fire, his grip like steel on her fragile wrist. "Come with me. I need to show you something." His tone changed once again, it was calm and subtle like before. Just not as kind. It was demanding.
Note to self; never piss off Justin again.
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"This is our room." Justin opened two doors to a huge bedroom.
Y/n looked aeound in awe. This room was bigger than her own house! The wood flooring, the bed, the layout. It was magical. For a brief moment, she had forgotten that she was threatened and terrified not even a half hour ago.
Justin's hands wandered from her shoulders to around her waist, making her feel weird and out of place. Feeling another mans hands on her body made her cringe. Luckily, Justin never noticed her discomfort. Who knew what else he was capable of.
"That bed, is for us." He spoke suggestively making Y/n swallow the nervous bundle lump in her throat. In a way, it was comforting and she hates to admit to it. But in another, it made her sick knowing she has no rights nor freedom to say or do as she pleases anymore.
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One night, Y/n was completely exhausted from fittings, flower and decor picking and more fittings. She could barely keep her eyes open.
Justin and Y/n had been engaged for a month now. Slowly but surely, Y/n was getting used to Justin's habits. It was far out of her comfort zone, but she had to do as told or she'd be facing harsh consequences. She had learned to comply with Justin's demands, wants, needs and desires.
He broke her dignity and self worth. She was nothing but a slave to Justin more than she was a wife to be.
She had given herself to him completely two nights after she first moved in. It wasn't consensual.
It was forced.
She didn't fight him, she knew she would lose due to his masculinity and thick figure. He wanted her, he presued her and got what he wanted.
Her once gleaming, shiny eyes are now dull and merely lifeless. She hadn't cracked a single smile since the engagement. Not even a laugh. Just tears and sadness. She's breaking off from humanity little by little and Justin was to blame for it.
Y/n felt no love, no support, no safety.
She risked everything to make her family happy. Everyone around her were happy and content with life whereas Y/n felt emptiness, lonliness.
Y/n sat quietly in the study reading the bible, memorizing verse after verse about love, confidence and happiness. None of which gave her hope. She's prayed every night since Lorenzo fleed. She was beginning to think there was no God after all, just another false hope, an empty promise.
"Sweetheart? May I come in?" Justin's voice rang throughout the library.
"This is your home. You do as you please, sir." She closed her book and looked up towards her fianceè.
"How many times do I have to tell you? This is your home, too. And stop calling me sir. I am your fianceè, call me honey or darling like any other normal person would call their lover." He huffs. Y/n never addresses Justin other than by his name or sir. Calling him other things would either make her sick or get her in trouble.
"Sorry." She muttered. "What is it that you need?"
"I just wanted to come be with you. Is that a crime, sweetheart?" He asks as he took a seat next to her. He softly kisses the top of her hand then her cheek oh so dangerously close to her lips.
She wanted to smart mouth back, but knew that would lead nowhere but to an argument or unconsensual deeds. "No." She simply stated.
"Good. What are you reading? The bible?" He looks at the book in her hand then up at her, capturing her gaze.
She, too, watched him. How can someone so beautiful, be so cruel and selfish?
"Why the bible?"
"Thought I could refresh my mind of the Holy Spirit." She answers with a fake smile.
He smiles at her unnoticably false enthusiasm, "You're too good for this world, Y/n. That's why I love you." He kissed her lips.
She flinched and cringed. She didn't love him, nor did she hate him. She just doesn't like him. She strongly dislikes him as a person. He's a horrible person.
And she's stuck with him for the rest of her life.
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Alrighty. This was requested and I hope this was okay. This wasn't a happy nor smutty type imagine nor did I picture an arranged marriage as a happy go lucky type situation.
I hope this broke your heart the way it did mine lol. Im such a twisted individual oops.