"Laura, your groom has arrived." Someone shouted and the voice echoed from the hallway, erecting the awareness inside me. But I didn't care, nor I wanted to know who the hell was it.
I just looked at the sleek glass in front of me, which was portraying the dolled up me. Wearing an elegant white stripless gown, cascade out towards the ground, putting on a two tier veil and the sheer tiara on my head, with light makeup on my face.
Yes. Today is my wedding. Of course, neither with the person I love nor the person who loves me. It's with the person who was completely unfamiliar to me.
Strange, isn't it? I can marry anyone else except the person I love. It's the damn warning.
Aaron Rodgers. He is rich, good looking, qualified enough to marry me. Most importantly, I love him, he loves me.
Business competitor! Is it all that matters? Is it the only reason that I can't marry him? Is it the only reason that my family said if I marry him, I will lose them? I don't know. I don't know anything.
Ruthless Rich Bitch. That's what people call me and I don't give a damn about it.
Being one of the inheritors, granddaughter of the owner of the most prominent conglomerate, filthy rich can't be fun. Believe me, NOT AT ALL. When your life is controlled by your grandparents, and all you have to do is to please them.
"Are you ready?" This time it was my mom. She came beside me and I shifted my gaze at her in the mirror. She is always beautiful, even if I say it or not she knows.
Mom understood as I blinked my blood-red puffy eyes that were hidden with the eye makeup.
"Honey, take her with you." She looked back at my dad who was standing by the door. I know, he was not happy at all just like others.
And I also know that it was dad who sent mom here because I was alone in this room. Yeah, my friends were supposed to stay beside me here today. But luckily or unluckily, I don't have any. And my cousins? They were all busy to get ready, no one has time for me. It has been always like this.
I stood up and turned around just to see my dad in an ash-coloured tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever,
"Come." He extended his arm to me and all I could do was to force a smile as I held his arm and walked to the church with him.
Since I was a kid, everyone said I have a perfect family. My grandparents own one of the most prominent conglomerates, The Allens Group and my father is the elder son of them. He is a famous doctor and my mother is a top model. A bunch of successful people,
But was that considered as perfect? Was it because of the wealth and frame we carry? Who knows about what hides behind? No one knows.
Still, everyone seems to envy and want to be me, but how many of them know that I want to be them too?
Laura...When dad walked me down the aisle to the traditional wedding song, I could hear the chatter of the hundreds of people inside the church.Was I nervous? Was I excited? Was I going through those feelings that every bride goes through? No, not at all. I felt very cold inside my heart that could eat up all my feelings that were supposed to dispute now.My dad squeezed my hand softly before he passed my hand to my would-be husband. As he held my hand, I finally looked up at the guy in front of me through the veil that was covering my eyes. He was looking handsome in that black suit with his white bow tie.There are bunches of guys out there to want to marry me. But among them, I chose him. Even though I know he is useless, I want him to marry me.Maybe it was my stubbornness to make it unpleasant for my family, marrying a jobless guy who is unqualified and inappropriate for Allen Family. Maybe for me, it was kinda revenge that could please my heart
Laura..."Ryan Richard, will you have this woman, Laura Allen, to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, will you love her, comfort her, honour her and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, so long as you both shall live?" The priest's voice pulled me to reality from the deep ocean of my thoughts."I do," Ryan said with a very calm voice, his head held low.My heart started thumping against my chest fast as the priest looked at me. "Laura Allen, will you have this man, Ryan Richard, to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage, will you love him, comfort him, honour him and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, so long as you both shall live?"My hands clenched into fists, my heart started bleeding as I forced myself to let the two simple words out. "I do." And it's done.Alex, his best friend who was the best man today handed us the rings.I extended my hand to him and he slipped th
Laura...The room was deafeningly silent. I couldn't even hear my heartbeats. It feels like concrete drying in my chest.I looked up and scanned the luxurious bedroom, adorned with flowers in every corner. Allen Group has a 60% share of Sea Queen 5-star hotel, so I should spend my first night here. Actually, I must. The hotel was as huge as a palace, rooms are so beautiful with Italian furnishings, black leather furniture, white shining marble on the floor, which reflected like a mirror,But there I was burdened by the weight of my shattered heart, wrapped in an expensive creation of a designer, sitting on a bed decorated with rose petals. It suffocated me like hell. I hate roses. I hate flowers. Why? I don't know. I am just not interested.When I was about to move and get up from the damn bed, I was interjected by the sound of the door opening swiftly by the man who is officially my husband for a few hours, he stepped in,With every step bringing him c
Ryan...It was almost midnight now, after the long hours of standing and welcoming guests, maintaining a smile that made my cheeks hurt and posing for innumerable photo sessions.Alex, some of my friends and Laura's cousin Rhia escorted us here. Though I was chilling with them, all I wanted to do was to collapse on the bed.But my friends, they did not let go of me. They teased me endlessly and shamelessly pulled my leg. for my own first night. My friends are still bachelors, and they seemed more thrilled than me over the prospect of the first night. Of course, Alex didn't annoy me at all. Because he knows the deal well.Anyways, after the eternal torture, they finally pushed me towards the room. With no interest, I entered and the first thing that invaded my mind was the pillow on the bed.I went to take the pillow but she started saying something and that's when my attention took hold of her, making me realise that she is my bride and she is kinda pre
Laura..."Mrs Laura."I got no way but to face them. I looked back at them and plastered a tight smile on my face. It was the manager of the hotel who called me, now he was grinning as if he has done something very big. Damn you. I cursed underneath my breath before I ambled towards them.The manager greeted me with the flowers in his hand. "I am the manager of this hotel. Mr Cameron." He introduced himself as he extended his other hand to me. "Congratulations on your wedding."I accepted his flowers and shook my hand with his. "Thanks."Now please, let me go. Don't ask about him.Mr Cameron nodded and rolled his eyes around, searching for someone. Must be Ryan. "By the way, where is your husband, Mr Ryan? We are waiting for him. Is he coming?"Damn it. Should I say that I am going alone? And he will go back later? No.... that sounds weird. All the cameramen are here and if I say something like this, the news will be stir
Ryan...Ms Ruthless. That's what actually Laura is. How can she already treat me like this? How did her boyfriend tolerate her?"Drive fast." Ms ruthless, I mean Laura spoke and the sleek car cruised to the entrance gate of Allen Mansion, running over the black tarmac so fast that the passing greenery became a hazy blur.Laura is always so cold to others and... doesn't care about anyone on this earth. Even marrying me was only for her satisfaction.After arriving in front of the Allen Mansion, I realised that they are not only billionaires but also... something more than that.The servants ran off from their places, got busy just to open the door of the car. As we got off, an old lady around 45 years old, wearing a black suit strode towards me and bowed politely. "Hello, young master. Welcome home. I am Kellie Kevin. The Butler of this mansion.""Hello." I gave her an awkward yet gentle smile before rolled my eyes and the luxurious painted masonry
Ryan...I didn't expect to see Elita here. And to ask me about the money in her purse. Really! She thought I stole her money. God! I didn't even know she took a purse that day. She is assaulting me for no reason, without any proof. And Laura. What's wrong with her?I let out an exaggerated sigh and turned at her. "Why did you give her the money?" I queried. This time, she really irritated me. Who told her to interfere?Laura gazed at me with a calm gaze. "What was I supposed to do? Keep quiet and tolerate you two?" She sounded like we assaulted her. Strange."Don't you think it's kinda humiliating? I didn't even know...""That's none of my concern. I gave her the money and that's it. I don't want to know anything else." She cut me off and combed something out of the wardrobe before she stomped into the bathroom."Laura, listen. I am not finished yet..." I called, but she didn't look back, didn't even bother to retort.I ran my fingers into m
Ryan...I didn't expect to see Elita here. And to ask me about the money in her purse. Really! She thought I stole her money. God! I didn't even know she took a purse that day. She is assaulting me for no reason, without any proof. And Laura. What's wrong with her?I let out an exaggerated sigh and turned at her. "Why did you give her the money?" I queried. This time, she really irritated me. Who told her to interfere?Laura gazed at me with a calm gaze. "What was I supposed to do? Keep quiet and tolerate you two?" She sounded like we assaulted her. Strange."Don't you think it's kinda humiliating? I didn't even know...""That's none of my concern. I gave her the money and that's it. I don't want to know anything else." She cut me off and combed something out of the wardrobe before she stomped into the bathroom."Laura, listen. I am not finished yet..." I called, but she didn't look back, didn't even bother to retort.I ran my fingers