Damien's POV; I smirked as soon as I heard her grunt. I had tricked her again. But I had to admit, this woman was really stubborn. I knew she was expecting an apology for what I said the previous day but I honestly did not see anything wrong with what I said. It just was not befitting of my bride to be to live in such a place. "Damien!" I heard her scream. "Yes?" "We're going to have to compromise on my returning to Los Angeles and no, I do not care what you have to say about it but I cannot leave in one week." She stomped her feet with her arms folded across her chest. "Fine. What do you want?" I said, crossing my arms on my chest and leaned back on the chair, facing her squarely. I could tell my reply greatly surprised her and deflated her annoyance. "I'll leave in two weeks but I'll help plan the wedding from here." She said meekly. It was so cute. No, Damien! Stop calling her sweet things in your head. "Okay." I said in response, confusing her even more. "
****My phone was buzzing again. Messages from different people came in from different social platforms, some congratulatory and others shrouded in envy over the fact that I had snagged a rich and dashingly handsome man.All this was overwhelming because before a few days ago I did not know this man existed and now that I had gotten engaged to him, I realized he was well known but for what exactly? I still had not googled him to find out about it. It always skipped my mind.I scrolled through the blogs and found some hateful comments, I shut my eyes and grimaced after reading through a few of them.My phone was taken out of my hand the next minute. I stared at him weakly, I had no energy to argue with him, it was just too exhausting."I'll advise that you do not read through comments on anything out there. It's not good for you." He said gently but I was already so frustrated that his gentleness irked me. It ca
My phone rang late into the night, while I was fast asleep. I moaned and groaned before stretching my hand to pick it up from my night stand. It was about 10pm and I just slept about two hours before. The day had me stressed out, so sleeping early was my only option to forget everything. "Hello?" I mumbled sleepily into the phone. "Oh honey, did I wake you up?" A sweet voice said that sounded really familiar said into my ear. I furrowed my eyebrows and squinted at the brightness of the phone while I checked the caller ID. "Oh hi, Mrs Kingston." I said. "How are you dear?" "I'm well,thank you. How are you?" I yawned in between my statements. "Oh sweetie, I forgot about the time difference,I didn't mean to disturb your sleep. I'm so sorry." She apologized. "Oh no, it's fine. I'm sure you called for something important." I lowkey wanted to hear what she had to say so I would know if I had to travel soon. "Well dear, Damien came home without you and when I asked when you'd
"Ariana?" I heard my name called out faintly, like it was from a distance. My eyes blurred due to the excess light that came through so suddenly. I slowly opened them and was met with Stella's pretty face. "Seems like I'm always waking you up." She said with a tinge of embarrassment on her face. Is it okay to call my future mother in law cute? Cause she's absolutely adorable. I sheepishly smiled at the thought. "Hi," I said groggily just as my hair fell over my face when I sat up. She pushed it out of my way and sat next to me. "How are you sweetie?" "I'm well, how are you?" I answered. "I'm alright." "Your flight?" I asked. "It was just okay." I gave a small shrug. "I heard you came, so I came to check on you." She informed and I grinned. "Awww, that's sweet." She smiled. "Since we have so little time, I have to inform you that we'll be going shopping tomorrow." "Oh." I mouthed. "Where's Damien?" She asked, looking around like she expected him to be around here somewh
This was day two of wedding planning. We had cake tasting to do and as usual we left early.Marissa came to get me from the penthouse because Stella had somewhere else to be. She was parked in front of the hotel."Hi Marissa" I bade."Hey bride to be, hop in." She beckoned with a slight grin."You look good." She complimented, eyeing my new beige mono strap body con dress."Thank you." I blushed."You're not looking bad yourself." I said trying to keep cool. My words did no justice, her outfit was just too classy."I try." She said playfully. I chuckled.She drove for a while before she noticed the black Mercedes Maybach behind us."Why do I feel like we are being followed?" She asked with a bit of panic in her tone."Relax. Those are Damien's men." I pacified her, though I was still somewhat irritated by the whole guard thing.
Ariana's POV; "And this is the last spot, what do you think?" That was Marissa. I had spent about a week in Los Angeles at the time and I still had not seen Damien. We had been out all day searching for a suitable reception venue. One that would be somewhat close to the church where we would exchange vows. We had a church in mind but Damien and I had to meet the Reverend first. I stood in the middle of the grand ballroom. "I'm not feeling it." I said after a while. I truly wasn't. The hall could take up a large number of guests, it had bright chandeliers, it was everything any bride would wish for but I still was not feeling it. "What's wrong Ariana? Are you getting cold feet?" She asked concernedly, placing her palm on my shoulder comfortingly. I exhaled. How was I supposed to say that I did not want this marriage but I didn't have a choice in it? There was nothing I could say to her. I shook my head at her, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I asked; "
I munched on popcorn as I watched the TV that night. There was nothing else to do. I tried sleeping but I couldn't, which was unusual. I scrolled through my phone aimlessly. 'Paparazzi spots Los Angeles' famous business tycoon during pre wedding photoshoot.' I looked up as soon as I heard the headline on entertainment news. I saw unedited photos of Damien and I displayed on the screen but they were not well defined. They looked rushed. "American Business Mogul, Damien Kingston, was spotted earlier today by the paparazzi during what we assume was a photoshoot with his wife to be. The popular thirty year old playboy was deemed to be an unrepentant one and the internet went wild with shock, when he got down on one knee and proposed to an unknown lady whose first name we just found out is Ariana Delaney, of Spanish descent." The OAP said and turned to an her co host. "Indeed Amy, we all thought it was a publicity stunt when he said the wedding would be in a month, until this photoshoot
We got the shoes and jewelry picked out without too much deliberation, it only took about an hour to decide.An hour is actually a very small time to decide on these things and we pulled it off with ease. That, my friend, was a proud moment.I tried on the first dress. A beaded ball gown with a high waistline and plunging neckline. It showed too much cleavage and was just too heavy for me to walk in.I came out of the fancy dressing room and Stella gasped as soon as she laid her eyes on me. She got up and walked aound me."You look..." She was short of words. She stared up at me and surely saw the uncertainty in my eyes because she regained her composure immediately."I'm not feeling this one." I said hesitantly."I understand." She nodded. Tracy just stared without saying anything at all. What was the point of having her around if she would not even contribute anything. I missed Fiona's presence e