Today I have a very very short story for you…
Grace had a daughter, her name was Jenna and she was adopted. Graced loved her as if she would have birthed her, and Jenna never knew she was actually and orphan.
When Jenna grew up, went to university and got a degree on bussiness management.
After that Grace decided to move to the coast, and bought a house next to the beach for her and her daughter; but it turned out that she had some business to do there: she was to inherit a fortune from a relative, so she had to take care of that someone who turned to be her grandmother, Emmam who now live next to them.
At the moment Emma met Jenna, she asked her to manage her fishing business, which was passed to her when Oscar, her husband, died. So, grateful, Jenna took the job, only to find out that the business was in the hands of a bunch of unmannered and undisciplined sailors, commanded by a hot hot, sexy sexy blonde captain, named Willian, aka Will.
All the sailors were mean to Jenna at the beginning, because obvioulsy she was only a rich girl to them.
Will was a man from the sea, rude as a pirate, fair as an old man but handsome as a greek worrior, with the body of a rugby player. Yes, hot hot, sexy sexy. He was ment to marry young and wild Priscilla, who was madly in love with him, only because Gorge -Priscilla’s father- convinced him of the many goods he’d get from that marriage.
Eventually Priscilla made of Jenna her enemy due to the worker-employee relationship between she and Will, which was -until then- a terrible worker-employee relationship and nothing more.
On the big day -the wedding day- Will rented a Yatch for him and Priscilla for the weddiing night; however, and quite unfortunatelly, the yatch cought on fire due an engine failure. There was an explosion.
As I wasn’t on that accident, I actually don’t rember what happened after the explosion (lol), but Will survived; apparently Piscilla died because her body was never found.
When Will was rescued, Priscilla’s father acused him of murder, so he went to jail for a couple of weeks until he was proven innnocent. During that time Jenna went to visit him and they quite fell in love.
As I wasn’t around after he was imprisioned and then setted free, I can only guess they fell deeply in love after that.
But they didn’t know that Priscilla wasn’t actually dead. She was found floting over some drift on the sea by a mexican gangster who saved her and took care of her until se was recovered; as any gangster would have, he made her his slave (in all the ways someone can imagine).
In the meantime Will and Jenna were planning their wedding; and you can imagine how this wedding stuffs are.
Back to Priscilla: she managed to escape, but she went throught many difficulties, like getting lost on the wilds and starving, until a rich lady found her -fortunatelly- who took care of her and eventually knew the whole story. But Piscilla started to think that none was looking for her, then she started to hate everyone, including her father and mother, bacause she thought none was triying to find her. That tought were growing in her ming until she managed to find her home; finally she found out that Will and here enemy, Jenna, were going to get married.
The big day for Will and Jenna arrived. She was precious on her white dress. He was so big, his muscular arms couldn’t fit in his suit and the butons looked like were going to fly over -He had the body of Stone Cold Steve Austin by then-.
Everyone were in the church, and Will was waiting for Jenna who was walking through the alley, she was glowing.
The ceremony started, everything was beautiful, until some high hill steps echoed on the church walls. As in any other dramatic story the priest got to the point of “speak now or silence forever” and the unexpected guest spoke.
-“I opose to this union”–Said Priscilla-“That man is still married to me”
The crowed did the usual amazement sound “oooh!”. Everyone took her for death and now she was standing there.
-“You all are a bunch of hypocrits”-She said with a suficient and superior air-“You thought I was dead and none searched for me, and thanks to that this two”-pointing Will and Jenna-“thought they could marry and live happily ever after. But I’m very much alive, and I’ve come to claim this man who stills being, after all, my husband. So you”-pointed at Jenna-“whore, cannot marry the mand who belongs to me.”
The crown did the “oooh!” again.
-“Priscilla!”-called someone from the back. She turned over.
The sound of a 9mm shot echoed on the curch walls. The bullet got Priscilla’s heart, an accurate shot. The wepon holder: the town’s drunk, who, with alcoholic voice, said:
-“Tecnically she was already dead”-hiped-“So I just shot a dead”-hipped again-“Kepp with the ceremony, priest, this is just a better story than twilight, and is defenitelly one I want to keep knowing about. I’ll take the body out so you can continue-said aproaching Priscilla’s dead body and pulling it out-and congratulations to the happy couple.”