Chapter 17
Did he think I was love sick or something?
“Are you dumb? Why the hell would I get attached to you? I’m so busy and I have no time to pet a wild dog. Bye!”
I winked and walked away waving at him.
I turned my head to see him looking shocked. Guess he doesn’t get rejected very often.
He doesn’t know what he’s getting into. I’m an unstoppable rolling barrel.
I was walking down the aisle in my wedding dress with my hand draped around dad’s. The day I dreaded became a reality. The blinding lights flashed across my eyes as the reporters took photos of my grim reality.
My friends, my business partners and the media were all here but none of them knew this was a forced marriage. Only my best
friend who was currently traveling the world knew and every second I wished she was here with me.
I was one of the many who were forced into business marriages by the RJ. Foolish me thought belonging to the main family would be a privilege to get out of their wrath but I couldn’t. If I back down the Alcotts would lose their position as the main family.
I’m not just a woman but a business woman. I knew how important this marriage was to me and to the Alcotts. So I need to do this
even if I hated it.
I walked with my head bent low thinking all the reasons to justify this marriage.
“Vivienne”
My dad cleared his throat reminding me to look up at my dear future husband.
There he stood wearing a black suit looking like an angel with his broad shoulders, black hair and green eyes. One could tell at first glance that he had an amazing body. Not that I was interested.
My dad gave my hand to Marcus and I climbed the steps to stand before the priest. He talked and talked but I didn’t pay any attention
to any of it.
I was desperate to get out of here. I didn’t care for this marriage earlier. But now that it was happening I was feeling more anxious
than ever.
Marcus cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes in anger. I looked around to see that everyone was staring at me.
“Camila Alcott do you take this man to be your husband?” The priest asked once again.
“Uhh I- I do”
Then I felt someone touch my hand.
I frowned and looked down only to see it was Marcus. He brought my hand up and quickly put a diamond ring on my finger as if he was disgusted by the mere thought of touching me.
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I rolled my eyes and took his ring from the ring bearer and shoved it in his finger. Happy?
“Now you may kiss the bride”
I scowled at the priest and Marcus also did the same. Then he closed his eyes and sighed before looking back at me.
I thought that he was going to ignore what the priest said and embarrass me on our wedding day but instead he leaned in and pecked my lips.
I was shocked for a moment until I heard everyone around us cheering and clapping.
After the ceremony we walked to the car to get to the reception. The entire drive was very awkward and very silent to the point I thought I could hear my heart pumping blood to the veins.
I was happy when we reached the reception but without assisting me with the dress Marcus walked out of the car.
Great.
At the door stood many reporters, holding their cameras out to take more pictures than they already had. Few were shouting out questions about our relationship which I had no intention of answering.
Marcus also realized that going without me would cause chaos. He walked few steps back and held his hand out with a scowl on his face.
I quickly got out and forced myself to smile as I stood beside him, linking my arm in his.
“You are shit ugly when you scowl” I whispered to Marcus and his scowl only deepened at my words.
He gave me one side glare and dragged me inside, almost making me trip and fall several times.
As we reached inside he dropped my hand and shoved his inside his coat pockets.
Just wow. I shook my head and looked ahead only to be bewitched by the sight before me.
It was a garden reception with a colossal water fountain in the middle, flowing water out of it’s head in a heart throbbing pace. The cobble stone around the fountain was decorated with light pink rose petals while tables were draped in silk clothing with colourful rose bouquets attached to the side. Lit candles were kept along the tables giving a shimmering bright to the greenery hanging from the ceiling.
“Marcus come here. Meet my siblings” Dad came running to us and dragged Marcus to my relatives who were gathered near the buffet.
Nice dad. Now I’m standing here like an idiot.
Time passed quickly and I was talking with some of my business partners when I saw someone leaving for the exit.
I squinted my eyes to get a closer look and realised it was none other than Marcus Anderson. I excused myself and quickly ran up to him.
“Are you leaving?”
He ignored me.
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Chapter 17
“The wedding isn’t over. Don’t you dare leave me here to be embarassed” I exclaimed in horror.
But before he could run away a slow song started playing in the background. “You two come here” I saw my aunt waving her hand and everyone was now looking at us expectedly.
“Come and dance” She urged in a hurried voice.
Marcus sighed and dragged me onto the dance floor.
With another frown in his face he kept his hands on my waist and waited till I keep my hand on his shoulder. Which I did.
We danced to the rhythm without having any eye contact. I could sense that he was frustrated. Well who said I wasn’t? I want to get
the hell out of here.
“So annoying” He murmured.
“I know the feeling” I shot back earning a scowl from him.
After the dance we stayed with the guests for couple of hours and left to the car.
We planned on not having a honeymoon for the obvious reasons that we were strangers and had a business trip with Boltons coming
- up.
This marriage was planned ahead to go against rival groups in upcoming business deals so this would be the first time in action.
