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Monét woke up the next morning ready for today's adventures, she didn't have time to look around her room or see the closet because last night as she touched her room she stripped, showered and went to sleep naked. Rolling out of the bed she grabbed her Pink Versace robe similar to the one Nicki Minaj had on Instagram and walked through her giant closet. She had everything from Chanel, Fendi, Prada, Versace and Burberry inside.

Her circumstances might have been bad but she loved everything about her closet. She had an abundance of shoes. Along with jewelry, her smiled faded, noticing the charm bracelet her mother gave her.

No one knew about the bracelet and how important it was to her, except her family and things started to become more clear but it had only pissed her off.

"Nelly." Her mind went back to the cash app she received right before she quickly walked away. She thought she could trust Nelly but someone living in the hood would do anything for some bands.

Walking out of her room, she rushed down the hallway to find what seemed like what would be the Master bedroom. Knocking on the door loudly, she stood with her arms crossed.

The door flew open and Monét pushed past him. She knew that he was dangerous but she also knew that he needed her. She had to be cautious but not scared.

"How much was I worth?!" She yelled out. "How much did you pay my cousin? at least give me a reason not to go beat her fucking ass for basically selling me to you. Hell, I'm not that mad for a certain price I would've gave you at least two of my cousins."

"You're worth a lot and if your cousin knew your worth she would've asked for more and I would've given it to her. All it took was 100,000. The cash app notification was collateral. She gets the rest in cash today. She's going to blow it all by next week. She's not too bright and if she causes problems I'm going to kill her."

Samael sat down on his bed staring at Monét. "Today is the first day of our wedding planning. Is this something you want me to participate in or do you want to do it with Dess?"

Monét turned her head to the side, she didn't want to deal with him but she knew she could make him miserable is she dragged him along to do wedding things.

"You're coming with me. Do we have a venue?" Monét wanted to make the best of the situation, she'd always had plans of her dream wedding and even though she wasn't in love with him, at least he was handsome and she didn't have a limit.

"Yeah, I do. It's our family venue, it's big as hell and we can make it into whatever you want to. We're meeting the wedding planner at 2" He stared at her making her nervous, she felt little under his stare.

"Oh, and here." Pulling a box out of his pocket, Monét quickly opened it and her mouth fell. This was surely going to weigh her hand down.

"This ring was personally picked out by me. Do not take it off. Ever. Now go finish getting dressed and meet me downstairs." Monét bit down on her bottom lip rushing out of his bedroom.

Monét was finally dressed and she met Mael at the bottom of the steps by 1:30. She felt like it was weird and they walked out to Mael's White Tesla. She had always wanted one. At least she was kidnapped by a man that had endless amounts of money.

Monét sat quietly the whole ride, not feeling the need to talk to Mael. Even though she knew she should probably get to know the man she was spending the rest of her life with, she couldn't accept the fact that he kidnapped her.

She also knew that it was okay for her to take time to be mad at him. She didn't face her problems head on, at least that's what her therapist told her. She just ignored them until she exploded. It was an unhealthy coping mechanism but she did it.

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(skipping the wedding planner scene because I'm still planning my/their dream wedding)

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY I COULD PLAN IT AND YOU LITERALLY DISREGARD EVERYTHING I WANTED?!" Monét found herself yelling at Samael once again inside of his large home. She was no longer in her leggings and heels but in some PINK shorts, her plan had back fired and she was pissed. He found a way to annoy the hell out of her every minute they were together.

She knew there was no way she would ever like Samael arrogant ass.

"You yelling for what? I don't wanna hear that shit Noelle" Samael stated in a calm manner walking away from Monét.

Her face grew confused she didn't know why he thought he had the range to call her by her middle name. She wasn't shocked that he knew because of course he would do research but, damn.

"Watch your mouth." Monét stated boldly. Samael quickly turned around staring at her.

"Come here."

Monét shook her head no, standing in the same spot. His eyes were dark and his face held no emotion. She knew now why he was named Samael.

"I said come here." Slowly dragging her feet against the cold marble floor, Mael hands gripped her jaw tightly. "Watch who the fuck you talking to before I have your jaws wired shut until the wedding."

Her hands found the way to his wrist and she attempted to pull his hand away but it only gripped tighter and she gave up.

"I'm trying so hard with Noelle but yet, you keep testing my patience. It's running thin and I'm going to drop you on your neck. Watch your fucking mouth, do you understand me?" He stared into her eyes waiting for her to verbally answer him.

"Yes" she muffled out, quickly placing her hand on her jaws, rubbing the pain away. She wanted so bad to smack Samael but she knew it was a bad idea, so instead she didn't choose violence and sat on the couch.

"Very good." He walked into the kitchen, leaving her in the living room to think for herself.

She was trapped and her mind was transitioning into the dark humor state, where she made a joke about the things going bad in her life.

"It's the getting kidnapped and forced into marriage for me." Sticking her tongue to the side she threw up her peace sign.

"Post your ring, make this engagement seem real. Put in the effort."

Going on Snapchat, she propped the phone up pulling Samael into the camera. "Make his pockets hurt." Showing off the ring and chain in her video "If that nigga wanna hit it, make that nigga spend it, make his pockets hurt." Pulling Samael into her, he wrapped his arm around her waist squeezing her butt as she placed a kiss on his lips.

Pulling away she went to end the video "yuck" she wiped her lips dramatically.

"Get the fuck on, you know your panties wet just by me touching you" He winked at Monét and she rolled her eyes.

"Boy bye, you make my fucking skin crawl." She side eyed him, annoyed with his presence yet again.

"That's cause you got fleas, need to get in the shower. With your dirty ass." Samael shot back at her, and Monét felt a strong urge to punch him.

Neither knew how they were going to keep a marriage up when they hated each other but, they had to make it work. Monét hated that she was here involuntarily but she was so happy to be out of the projects. She was happy that she didn't have to struggle anymore, that she didn't have to be fake happy living with her cousin. She was living luxurious but everything came with a price.

Her price was marrying the man she truly despised.