CHAPTER FIVE:

Three days had passed and Jane found herself in front of a long length mirror as she admired the white wedding dress which fitted snugly around her torso and flowed down elegantly. The dress was stunning and even though she had zero input in how the dress turned out, Jane was hardly disappointed.

Her father stood behind her, holding a cigarette in his hand. He discarded it on the floor and approached her.

“I’m sure you’re gonna be happy kiddo. They’ll treat ya well,” he said, feeling no remorse for the position he had put her in.

Jane completely ignored her father as she stared at her figure, her anxiety and anger building up.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said, holding out his hands towards her.

Jane disregarded this gesture and turned to walk towards the large hall where all the guests waited eagerly, still not saying a word to her father. The doors opened and a tune filled the room as her father led her down the aisle towards her doom.

Liam stood at the altar, clad in a tailored white suit and looked as ravishing as he always did. Jane turned her head as she caught him staring at her, unintentionally making eye contact with Liam's mother who was next to the woman that had walked into his office three days ago.

Both women stared daggers at Jane while other guests, especially Liam's father, looked happy and eager as paparazzis took photos of her. Jane had to make a conscious effort to ignore the two women who were scowling at her as she carefully walked towards the altar, her father next to her.

Reaching the altar, Liam took her hands, his grasp firm but gentle. Jane felt her skin begin to crawl from the close proximity. The priest rambled on words and she heard herself repeating it, barely meaning any of it and saw Liam do the same.

“You may kiss the bride,” The priest said, a small smile set on his lips as he stared at the couple.

Jane turned her head to protest but in an instant, Liam held her face and brought her lips to his, his firm but soft lips landing gently on hers. Cheers and claps filled the room as both of them separated but Jane's eyes were wide in shock and disbelief which Liam simply ignored.

The day went by in a blur and soon Jane found herself in a limousine with Liam as he rapidly typed on his phone, completely disregarding her.

“Why did you do that?” She asked finally, still reeling from the kiss.

Liam abruptly stopped typing and turned to her, his expression annoyed, “Do what?” He asked.

She looked up at him, determined, “You kissed me, Liam. I would appreciate it if you respected my choice and never did that again?!” She harshly whispered, shooting him an annoyed glance.

“Don’t be dumb, D****e. That meant nothing and our families' gazes and cameras were pointed at us. You’d need to do better to try to convince them,” he said, turning away from her, “Plus, our contract says I have every right to do so when necessary,” he finished.

Jane mentally scolded herself for being silly and underestimating Liam’s cunning, of course his despicable being was going to include such a clause in the contract she had been so annoyed to finish reading.

Deciding to hold her tongue, Jane turned her gaze to the window and admired the view as the car drove past.

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It was officially a week after her wedding to Liam and Jane had relished her last moments of freedom at home. This time around, clothes were strewn across the room and Jane rushed frantically, trying to pack up her bags and head to the airport.

The day of their family trip had finally arrived and Jane couldn’t be less ecstatic. A villa filled with his immediate family where she had to play house didn’t seem too exciting to Jane but she felt pretty determined that day.

Jane had decided that she was going to do as she was told and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. Despite that, she focused on packing up her bags and tidying up the room in her small home.

She grabbed her bags and rushed out the door, locking it behind her and entering the car that was sent by Liam. The car pulled out and headed directly to the airport.

After a few minutes, Jane had checked in her bags and walked quickly towards the area Liam was standing waiting for her impatiently.

“You need to work on your time management, D****e, I’m not waiting around for you next time,” he said, a scowl on his face.

“Oh please, Liam, ten minutes of your time surely won’t kill you,” she retorted back, walking past him.

Together, they boarded Liam West's private jet and Jane felt a surge of nervousness fill her as she anticipated the journey ahead.