What do you think would happen on the wedding day?
Matriarch Alessandra's POVFinally, it was the day of reckoning, the day the world would hear a crawl louder than the Catholic bell, and the day it was going to rain fire on the surface of the earth.I rose from bed like the witch of Samaritan, who was going to make everyone who made her ordinary life miserable pay for their sins. I walked into the bath, slid into the bathtub, and sipped my drink from a wine cup, even while soaking like the cool and confident rich woman that I was.Once I finished my luxurious bath, I was still in towels when Robert knocked gently on the door."Let them come in," I said softly. With that, a group of girls proceeded into my room, each wearing a white garment and carrying a tray like servants willing to serve their mistress.These were beautiful ladies with a rare occupation. Under my orders, they had been tasked with dressing me for this beautiful and horrific day that was about to unfold before everyone present.I smirked gently as I watched each gemst
Tyler's POVThe day I've been waiting for has finally come—the day to seal my bond with Matriarch Alessandra and finally get my hands on her money.I've done my best to make it look like I really do love her again. Love who? That blockhead who knows nothing and depends on a man for everything? If not for the wealth her late uncle passed down to her, I bet she’d just be the same fool I left for the beautiful refugee Avanna. lol Well, I did Avanna badly, but it was all worth it. Her touch was intoxicating, just like honey. Letting go of that sweetness was necessary to get my hands on the money.I mean, look at today; did it not pay off?I can’t believe the stupid fool Matriarch Alessandra made me sleep on the staircase because she thought she was punishing me. Lol. Smart guy like me. She doesn’t know I’d do anything for the money. Sleeping on the staircase was nothing; I can do it over and over again. Giving the house to charity and selling off my favorite car was nothing; I’d be ready
Brandon POV Matriarch Alessandra is someone I have already seen live on TV. I have loved her since the moment I saw her face. She is this beautiful woman who captured my heart, and over and over again, I have written a poem in her name. I have also drawn a captivating portrait of her. Though I know that she does not know who I am yet, I promise myself she will later. Maybe it is because, for the sake of my heart, her ex-husband treated her like shit. Well, better to say that that is what I thought until I saw this news and this interview that she was getting married to the same monster again. I hate to see this happen. I should be the one walking down the aisle with her and holding her hand in love and in confidence, but that is the same man who made her life miserable like a monster dealing with his victims in great peril. Still, I attended this wedding ceremony today. Maybe I am not the man who walks down the aisle with her. Perhaps seeing her face alone will suffice, and I can
Matriarch Alessandra's POVSeeing Tyler smile at me irked me to the bone marrow. I hated him, everything about him. Talk about how he looked on this wedding day, the rubbish suit I had my assistant buy for him from the fourth-grade clothing store, and the shoes, one rubbish pair I asked Robert to get anywhere.Well, good for him that he still managed to look good, no doubt, but if he thought that the way he looked could lure me back into falling for him, then he only deceived himself.My face was passive as soon as I picked my eyes away from this cute Brandon. Though I thought I loved him already, I would not make the same mistake twice. Who knew? He could be someone as bad as Tyler, right?When I took my face away from him, I continued to walk gently and boldly towards the stage.If this had been a true wedding ceremony, then this could perhaps have been the best day of my life. Nevertheless, it still remained the best day of my life because it was the day I took my revenge against
---Tyler’s POVIf I had been told that this bitch, Alda, had a motive all this time, I would not have believed it. I thought it was all punishment when she asked me to donate the house to charity, sell my car for the cheapest price, and order her guards to make me sleep on the staircase until morning.“So all of this was not only punishment but revenge against me?”Seeing that she declared she was about to expose me to the president and his vice, I was drawn into maximum fright like a shipwrecked sailor spotting a looming storm.“Is this the plan you had for me all this while?” I asked myself as I stared at her as if she could hear me.When I asked myself this question, though I did not bother to answer it, Alda’s facial expression at this moment spoke volumes.“This bitch is fucking smirking,” I said to myself again, seeing the smirk continue on her face like the wicked witch she is. “But before I say anything, please hear this from one of his victims,” she said, smirking again as
Brandon's POVIt was insane to see all this happening at what was supposed to be a wedding. In fact, to say that I was shocked to the bone marrow would be an understatement, because I was even more shocked than that. This expression I could also see on my father’s face. The shock written on his face was so bold and large that everyone could see it. And I knew, even if he did not tell me, that this reminded him of Mom.Mom was Dad’s world. He happily did everything for her, even while they were still dating and not married. Dad had happily paid her school fees because Mom was not from a well-to-do family. He did everything out of love and a kind heart, but suddenly, a few months after my birth, Mom started changing in how she treated him.“She looked at me and told me she was tired of everything and that she wanted a break,” was how he used to describe the situation. And he’d be worried all night and day, wondering why his wife was suddenly tired of the marriage. So, he decided to take
---Brandon’s POV It feels like ages since the chief justice's verdict was pronounced on Tyler, but saying it was ages is a lie. It has barely been over five months, yet it feels like a century ago. Don’t blame me; I am just the lover boy who wanted to see Matriarch Alessandra so badly that I felt like I could die if I didn’t see her soon.The wait was intentional. It was so Matriarch Alessandra could heal from her heart's bruises and so Tyler would be long gone from disturbing her. Speaking of Tyler, the news about how he treated Matriarch Alessandra poorly in their last marriage hasn't left the headlines. Every day, another new lady comes out to confess about his cheating scandal and how he’d always talk badly about Matriarch Alessandra to them.Lol. I don't understand how a man could be such a dog, jumping on every female he encounters. If I counted right, over seven new women have come out to confess in just a week alone.This morning was perfect for dressing like the gentleman
Matriarch Alessandra POVIt is five months since the judge's verdict at my wedding, and I still cannot take a break from Brandon’s thoughts. He is in my heart every now and then, and I can't stop thinking about his cute face since I saw him at my supposed wedding. Maybe how I dealt with Tyler at my wedding has made him run away because it has been too long, and he should have made a move already.“Or am I the one thinking he loves me, and he does not?” Maybe using the word "love" is too strong for a person I have yet to speak to. But even Robert confirmed he was staring at me at my supposed wedding, and could it be that he loves me? Now that my revenge against Tyler is complete and I am sure he is in jeopardy, reaping the consequences of his actions, it is sad to say my life is now a boring story without the right person to call my own. Perhaps you may call me an old-fashioned woman or an old cargo from the 11th century, but I believe in the virtue that says women should not approac