Chapter One

Sold to the devil

Disclamer : I don't own Gilmore Girls so don't sue me because I gain nothing out of this.

AN : Hello, my name is Catherine and I live in Quebec. English is not my first language

and sometimes I made stupid mistake. So I'm sorry.

Summary : Rory… Logan… Wedding… (It's all I am going to tell for now)

Rory was sitting on her bed when she heard someone knocking on her door.

"It's open!" she yelled.

The new maid of the Gilmore Mansion entered her room.

"Miss Gilmore, your grandmother want you to join her and her friend in the living room."

"Thank you Helga, said Rory. Tell Emily that I'm coming."

Since the death of her mother, five years ago, Rory was living with her grandparents. She tought about Lorelai all the time.

She checked herself in the mirror before heading down the stairs. When she entered the room, everybody looked her way.

Two persons that Rory didn't know were sitting on one of the couches. Her grandparents were on the other. A boy about her age was sitting on a chair.

"Ah Rory! exclaimed her grandmother. There you are! I was thinking that Helga hadn't give you my message. Sit down."

"I want you to meet some very important people, said her grandfather. This is Shira and her husband Mitchum Huntzberger. And this is Logan, their son."

Rory was surprised. She knew Mitchum by reputation and Logan was supposed to inherit the company of his father.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all. Why did you want to see me grandma?"

"Rory, Richard and I have something important to tell you."

"And that would be… asked Rory pressing the issue."

"When your mother died, we were in a financial problem. Mitchum accepted to help us in exchange of something, explained Emily."

"Can you be a little bit more clear?"

Mitchum who was not in the mood for a long and never ending conversation take the matter in his own hands.

"It means that the day you hit eighteen years old, you will married my son."

Rory gasped. It can't be true, I'm dreaming. She pinched herself to be sure it was real.

Logan, who hadn't say anything throught the conversation, decided that it was time for him to speak.

"I'm sorry that you have to learn this like that but I tried to stop them but they didn't want to hear anything I said."

"How long have you known?"

"Since I'm eighteen, answered Logan."

"And how old are you now? demanded Rory"

"Twenty-one."

"Unbelivable, screamed Rory. I just learned that in a month, I'm supposed to get married to a stranger and you know about that since three years."

"And you two, she said pointing the direction of her grandparents. You sold me, your own flesh and blood."

"We are really sorry Rory, apologized her grandfather while her grandmother was crying. By the time, we tought it was the best solution for you and for us."

"Don't give me your bullshit, yelled Rory. Is their a way out of that?"

"No, answered Mitchum. We signed a contract and it is legal in the state of Connecticut. You are getting married at the beginning of next month."

To be continued…

AN: I'm sorry this is short but it is just the beginning. You see that the english isn't so good so if someone want to be my beta-reader I would be really happy. The more review I have, the sooner I update.