Heartless Billionaire husband

’m supposed to be happy. Isn’t this practically what every female in life wants? Marriage? Yet all I felt w

d again as my assist

wife to a man who reciprocates that same hatred. The assistants tried to apply makeup to my already blotched face. Knowi

out of the corner of my eye. I was given a few minutes to collect m

kling down the side of m

e said quietly to avoid

eplied, faking a smile as the

s she straightened my gown and saw the cr

artist? Whoever it was. Grabbing a brush from the tray, the makeup a

Glassy green eyes stared back at me. My eyes were so glassy they looked like a broken bottle. Silky brown hair styled into a neat chignon. I was the pic

my dress and double-checked that everything was in place. She

y first I love you? My first relationship break-up and make-up? My first-weekend getaway? I wanted the complete

in front of me, attempting to pull me back

my lovely fantasies of love and

ready?”

nsidering I couldn’t even run to my dad or run f

g girl hastily grabbed her rose petals in a little basket and sk

d an organ and a harp playing in peaceful harmon

ng married? I’ve wanted this since I was six

ile I heard a chorus of “excuse me,” “sorry,” and

ted was my mother to be here, holding my hand, whispering assurances. His fatherly affection reminded me of

allways; did they not make it?” He s

d they’d drop by soon,” I shook my h

I thanked him for his graciousness. I carefully slip my hand into the crook of hi

l 6’3 of him. Staring at him from the entrance, I couldn’t make out his eye color, only his build, and that was enough to tell me how much time the guy spent in the gym. The last time I saw

st the same as a home. He grinned at me as he saw me stumbling on the train of my

cognized, but I saw a small girl staring d

icking me out. Is this what I deserve? As my parents phrased it, “Yes, this is what you get for being a bitch and

dry. After seeing his grin, I began blushing profusely; his smile drew the crowd’s attention; it w

hand directed me to where I needed to stand, I walked up to the stage. I stood as his hand on my hand moved a little; he was prett

fe, cherish and love, protect, and be t

d him bolting for the hills. But h

pt George Harrison as your

me, the priest remarked. I’d be stuck in a loveless marriage. Would

ted out as I sa

in, his lips brushing against mine, and licked my lips. As our lips connected and hi

everyone rose and applauded for a happy marriage. But

ts, I pictured my mother carrying me d

would be OK and that she w

a limo and drive away. We ran to the vehicle as cameras flashed and guards barred our route out of the chapel. As he opened the doo

r? I’d undoubtedly barf

wedding gown,” he said as he tossed me a pushed down the d

e as if I were insane. He uttered a soft chuckle a

down. I eventually got his focus away

ce pulling this dress off, it’s not that simple,

feel unwelcome. He offered me a brief lau

the driver drew into an old boutique parking lot.

de the store. Looking through the window at the vivid hand-sewn clothes

losest friend, ran to me when she spotted my flowing white gown. Cons

,” she murmured, hugging and holding me since I aske

I needed from someone who recognized how much agony I was in. She and I had spo

and escorted me to the rear. I walked by picture after picture of the

ging on a rack in the rear disp

It was my mother’s wedding gown, and I wanted a piece of her more than e

headed to the back for accessories. I was left alone with a piece of my mother that I would

the door. I unzipped my dress as it dropped to my feet and slip

ook as I went out. I gripped my body as I s

he exclaimed as tears welled up in my eyes. She led me to

ries, she straightened my hair in a lovely wa

oice called as he

staring at me, and our gazes caught and held. Th

he exact position, unsure what to do next. The way the phr

approached George. For someone my mothe

e murmured, blushing at the p

ng at me as she pulled us c

she hugged us and sent us on our w

ous,” he said as I felt

e end of his end