Chapter 4: Wedding.

"If you're someone else, then who's the person in this picture?" Shane passed his phone to her.

Dua looked at the picture on the phone and was shocked to her bones, "this is me, but how?"

The picture was Diane's, not Dua's. What they all didn't understand was that Dua was Diane's look alike.

Dua stayed quiet, trying to figure out how she's in the picture, how they know her, and yet she doesn't. "I must be dreaming," she concluded in her mind.

"I'll gladly scale through this dream quietly, as a break from my miserable reality," she decided.

They reached the wedding hall, and Shane took her to the room she was to get dressed. Dua open the door and entered the room, making Sandra turn. "Oh, thank goodness, Diane. You're back," she sighed in relief.

"Life in the city is different, this wedding hall is bigger and more beautiful than the best wedding hall in the countryside." Dua said within herself, as she looked around the room.

"Oh, my God, Diane, what happened to you? Why are you wearing cheap clothes?" Sandra said and Dua looked at herself. "Cheap?" She thought. "These are part of my best clothes, woman," she wanted to say.

"And what happened to your hair? Why did you suddenly dye your hair?" Sandra added.

Diane's hair was brown, but Dua's was black.

"Dye my hair?" Dua thought.

"You know what, let's get you ready, the guests are waiting. Where did you go?" Sandra said but Dua kept quiet.

"Go put on your dress.". Sandra pointed at a door, and Dua went there.

She entered into the room, and her mouth fell open at the wedding dress hung before her. "I'm definitely dreaming, because this dress isn't of this world."

The pure white dress, boasts a classic, fairytale-inspired silhouette with a fitted, boned bodice and a full, flowing skirt that falls in soft, cascading folds to the floor. Cafted from the finest French lace and Italian silk, with intricate, hand-beaded embroidery that shimmers like diamonds in the light. The dress features a delicate, scalloped, long and flowing sleeves with tiny, sparkling beads that catch the light. The dramatic, sweeping train is adorned with delicate, hand-painted florals dancing across the fabric. The entire gown is adorned with intricate, hand-beaded embroidery that adding a touch of whimsy and romance to the overall design.

She put on the dress and when she looked at her image on the standing mirror, she smiled.

She opened the door and went to where the others were. Sandra was almost crying from how pretty Dua looked, while Mary and the make-up artist were awed.

"Please, sit." The make-up artist showed Dua a chair and Dua sat. The make-up artist got to work, and soon she was done dolling Dua up. "You're ready, ma'am," she said and Dua smiled. Her entire jewelry was made of diamond. "I look like a fairy." Dua praised herself silently.

"You're beautiful," Sandra cupped Dua's face and kissed her forehead.

"Where were you, Di? We've been looking for you everywhere." Mark came in with Bob.

"You're pretty," he smiled at her.

"Don't forget about your assignment tonight, the item will be ready before you wedding ends." Bob stood beside Dua and formed a ">" shape with his hand, waiting for Dua to hook her hand with his. But she was too busy thinking of what assignment he was talking about.

Sandra sighed and hooked Dua's hand with Bob's, and they all left the room to the wedding hall. "Even if this is a dream, I hope my groom isn't that knuckle head guy from earlier," Dua thought.

They reached the hall, and Dua became busy with admiring the hall as she walked the aisle with Bob. Then she looked ahead to where the groom was standing and she scoffed, "what kind of groom is this that doesn't even look at his bride."

Despite all the noise and cheers from the audience as Dua walked the aisle, Steven didn't give a turn, he faced the officiant. It was when Dua reached him, that he turned and faced her. "It's you? Why's it you?" Dua was disappointed.

"Today we are gathered..." The officiant began but Steven cut him, "skip the unnecessary things."

The officiant swallowed and made them say their vows and exchange rings. "Wow! This is real diamond," Dua said silently and smiled as she looked at the ring on her finger.

"Steven Levi, do you take Diane Sierre to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The officiant asked.

"I do," Steven replied.

"Diane Sierre, do you take Steven Levi to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiant asked and Dua kept quiet.

"Even if this is a dream, I'll never marry this guy," she thought.

"She does." Steven spoke for her, making her eyes widen.

"With the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride." The officiant said.

Steven leaned in to Dua and kissed her, and she stiffened, "no, this isn't a dream. This feels too real to be a dream," she thought and pulled away first.

"What the fuck did you just do?! She yelled but received a poker look in return.

"You know what, I'm outta here," she pulled up her dress and began to run.

"This girl is full of drama," Steven sighed and began to walk to her.

As Dua ran, she tripped on her dress and fell on the floor. By then Mark had already gotten to her.

"What is wrong with you, sis?" Mark tried to help her up but she refused his help. "I'm not your sister!"

"Get up," Steven said and she did.

Without warning, he carried her princess style and walked out of the hall while she yelled and struggled with him. He put her in his car and drove home.

Arriving home, he went out the car and walked to her side of the car and opened the door, "come out."

Dua crossed her arms and frowned.

Steven pulled her out of the car and as they walked into the house, she stopped yelling and opened her mouth in awe of the house.

She didn't even realize the moment she sat on the couch in the living room, and the people already in the house waiting for them. She was busy looking around the house.

"Why are you acting like you've never been here before?" Mark raised a brow at her.

"That's because I've never been here before," she replied.

"Why did you act like that at the hall, Diane?" Sandra said.

"I'm not Diane, I'm Dua." Dua replied.

"Dua Lipa?" Steven scoffed and she glared at him.

"She needs a doctor." Shane said.

"She looks normal to me." Steven said.

"I don't need a doctor. What I need is for you all to let me go." Dua said.

"The doctor is here," a man came in and said and Steven looked at Shane.

"Since madam's been acting weird, I called the doctor while on my way home." Shane explained. "Send him in," he said to the man who left immediately.

A middle-aged man came in and greeted them all, congratulating Steven on his wedding.

"Examine this woman beside me, she seems to be going nuts." Steven said to the doctor and Dua glared at him.

The doctor did a few things to Dua and asked her a few questions, then he concluded, "she's fine."

"She's not. Doctor, check properly." Mark said.

"I'm gonna ask you a question." The doctor said. "Briefly tell us about yourself," he continued.

"My name is Dua Sinclair, nineteen year old young lady living in a countryside in Mexico. My father, Simon Sinclair was a soldier, he died nine years ago in service. My mother, Stella Sinclair is very ill, diagnosed with kidney failure. I have two younger siblings. Denise Sinclair, seventeen years old and Desmond Sinclair, fifteen years old." Dua said, rendering them all speechless.

"What?" She asked and Sandra broke into tears .

"Why are you crying?" Dua asked, surprised by their reactions.

"She's crying because you're Diane Sierre and you're twenty-two years old. Your father Bob Sierre is alive, and your mother Sandra Sierre is not sick. I'm your elder brother and the only sibling you have, Mark Sierre." Mark said and Dua began to laugh, then she started crying. "If this is a dream, let it stop right now. I've had enough." She hit her head with her two hands.

"She'll get better. Some patients assume they're someone else when they're going through miserable realities that they're not ready to accept, or don't want to accept." The doctor explained.

"I agree with you that my reality is miserable, but I'm not trying to avoid it. I've accepted it long ago. You've gotta believe me," she cried.

"Knock her out, doctor, she'll be fine when she wakes up." Steven said and stood up. "When you feel sleepy, come to the bedroom," he said to Dua and left.

"I'll inject you now." The doctor said and she nodded.

She took the injection and wiped her tears, feeling embarrassed for crying in front of everyone.

"Please rest well." The doctor said and left with Shane.

"I know you hate us all, but you don't have to do this to yourself." Sandra cried.

Bob stood up and walked to her and gave a small bottle, "make sure you do your assignment tonight." Then he left.

"Here's your phone." Mark gave a phone to her and left too with Sandra who was still crying.

As Dua stared at the two things in her hand, she suddenly remembered her family "I haven't called them yet. They must be so worried." Then she sighed, remembering that her phone was in her bag that was in the bridge when Steven carried her off.

She stood up to go to the bridge, but her head spun and she fell on the couch.

Hours later she woke up when night had fallen. "That darn injection," she cursed as she rubbed her eyes. She stood up and turned around and was faced with a grand staircase. She ascended the stairs which led her to a hallway with rooms on each sides. At the end of the hallway was another staircase which she ascended to meet two double doors. She pushed one open and her jaw dropped, "must be the bedroom."

She stepped in and was mesmerized by the figure before her.

Steven stood with his back facing her as he picked out a shirt from his wardrobe, but his upper body was naked. Dua watched his back covered in tattoos, his arms to his wrist, also covered in tattoos.

Noticing that there was someone else in the room, Steven turned and Dua's eyes widened as she took in his beauty. "Is he of this world?" She thought.

His white skin looked smooth and shiny, he had a well chiseled face like a work of art, thick eyebrows, black eye balls, a high nose, pink lips and black hair. His body and structure was perfect. "Are you done staring?" His deep voice resonated.

"You're handsome," she unconsciously blurted out and her hand flew to her mouth immediately.

"I know." Steven smirked as he wore his shirt.

He showed her the bathroom and the wardrobe, "take a bath and come downstairs for dinner."

"I won't eat," she replied.

"Oh, you have to, because we're gonna have a long night," he smirked and left.

As Dua sank into the warm bath, she let out a sigh, feeling the tension in her muscles ease. But as she lay in the massive bed, her mind began to wander, and anxiety crept in, making her eyes snap open. But the silence was oppressive, and her eyelids began to droop. Just as she was drifting off, the door creaked open, and Steven strode in, his presence commanding attention. "You skipped dinner," he said, his voice low and even."

"I already told you that I won't eat," she replied.

"I hope you have a lot of strength for later," he laid in bed and Dua sat up.

"Don't you dare touch me. If you do, I'll kill you." She threatened.

"You're going to need your energy later," he said, his voice dripping with an undercurrent of mischief. "So, save your strength, Diane," he smirked and closed his eyes .

"I won't fall asleep, I won't let you have your way," she crossed her arms, as if guarding herself from him.

As Dua lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, she felt a treacherous exhaustion creeping in. She bit her lip, fighting to stay awake, but her eyelids grew heavy, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was trapped.