Chapter Four

Angelo Grey

I sat in front of the mirror checking myself out in my so called wedding suit.

I am getting married today, to a woman I've never met or even seen before. I swear if I could turn my mother's words down and fly away from this fucken wedding then I surely would.

But I can't. My mom is the one behind this successful life of mine and for that matter, I've promised her and myself to never protest against anything she asks me.

She's the one asking me to go on with this stupid marriage for whatever reasons of hers.

I never inquired about the reasons why am getting married to this stranger because my mom asked me to.

I trust my mom more than myself and she even told me this marriage is more like a deal. She said I should get married to that girl now for her sake, I can decide to divorce her after two to three years.

That was a good deal for me anyway. I'm getting married to her for only two to three years and that was somehow ok with me. I'll surely make this girl's life a miserable one so that she will ask me for the divorce even before a year appears.

My mind was brought back to earth when I heard the voice of my mom coming from the door

"What are you thinking about sweetie, come on, it's time to go to the church"

My mom moved up to me and and placed her hand on my shoulder. She smiled and said " my dearest son is looking so handsome today, mommy will take you to the church now ok"

"Sure"

I stood up and went outside with my mom. Sure, everyone had already left for the church. Only my special assistant, Kelvin Cello was still in the house. He was waiting to accompany his boss to the church for his unwilling wedding.

I went straight to the church with my mom and my special assistant. The bride hadn't arrived yet and that got me pissed of a bit.

I am the CEO of the biggest company in this entire Q city. How dare this stranger make me reach the church before her.

I'm not used to waiting for people. Dozens of people, millionaires and other important personalities in Q city wait in a queue just to meet me.

But today, this good for nothing soon to be wife of mine has dared to make me wait for her instead of her coming earlier to wait for me.

I frowned slightly but my mom was too fast to notice my anger already. She looked up at me and whispered slowly " Sweetie, this is wedding, not business. So you'll have to be here earlier and wait for your bride, ok?"

After hearing what my mom said, my heart calmed down a little.

But I am surely gonna make her pay for delaying my precious time like this.

............

Emily Brown

I looked at myself for the last time in the wide dressing mirror. I was looking so different.

Though am beautiful already, but I looked even more beautiful today. I moved my hand up and touched my face, my make up was the best one ever.

And the gown, I pondered for a while about whether it's possible for any ordinary person out there to afford this dress. It looked very expensive.

It's the most beautiful wedding gown I've ever seen in my entire life. It fitted me so perfectly well, like as if they took my measurements for it. Like as if it was sewn just for me and only me.

Surely, only a filthy rich person can afford this kind of dress. It was a sleeveless gown with a very beautiful headpiece.

'Not bad anyway, so what if am marrying a stranger. He is filthy rich and will take good care of me. Unlike Samuel Green who could do nothing but only break my heart mercilessly' I thought to myself and at just the end of it, my dad came into my room without knocking.

Well, looks like am used to this harsh treatments of his over a night. I stood at my place and looked at him without saying anything.

I was probably waiting for what he's about to say now. I was waiting for his harsh words but he didn't speak harshly this time. He only came close to me and gave me his hand, I quickly understood and took it.

He walked me out of the house and took me straight to the church.

Everybody was already seated and was probably waiting for me, the bride.

The groom stood in front of the crowed with the priest and a woman, who am sure must be his mother.

My mom and my nanny were also there. They went earlier and occupied their seats.

I was given a bunch of some beautiful flowers to hold. Looking like a queen getting married to the most powerful king in the whole world, I kept a little fake smile on my face to look even more stunning.

My father held my hand still and we moved together to where the groom and the priest were waiting.

The moment we reached there, my father let go of my mind and positioned me to face the groom, my soon to be husband.

I looked up and met a pair of brown glittering eyes.

What the hell?! Is he a Greek god or something? Or possibly an island god.

Just seeing his eyes made my heart skip a beat. But that can't be the only feature on his face right

I moved my eyes down a bit and met his cute pointed nose, his lips were a light pink and were pressed into a thin line.

Oh fuck! His brows were no exception, best curved one I've seen in my life so far. His face looked smooth without a single dot. God surely took hours and created this being so perfectly like this.

I couldn't help but continue to stare at his lovely face. And the funny thing in this is that he was also staring at me.

His face didn't show any expression and so I couldn't tell what was going on in his mind.

Is it that he's also admiring me or what?

But was I admiring him? No, I can't. I can't admire this stranger.

I was about to lower my eyes and look elsewhere when I suddenly heard his voice

Oh God! Sexiest voice ever. Though it was a little hoarse and cold, but it was just too sweet. More like a music in my ear.

But this music was a horrible one, what he said made me a bit uneasy and also embarrassed.

"Stop admiring what's not yours" he tilted his head a little and said in a whisper tone.

What did he mean by what's not mine? He's going to be my husband in probably an hour time, and he's going to be mine right?

Mine? Of course not, but why did his words hurt me like this?!