Chapter 5: The Wedding

Chapter 5: The Wedding

At the end, Hailey and Calvin wasn't able to confront me about our so-called problem. I refused to talk to Calvin, and Hailey has been pestering me everyday about it.

Actually, the very first day that the news popped out, I came to Calvin's classroom to talk and yeah, explain about the engagement, but he refused to talk to me. He go extra dramatic about it, and again, who am I to push myself to him even more? Like, duh? I'm getting married, and chasing a guy just to explain isn't my thing. Especially if it's Calvin.

Hailey and I's relationship became more extra dramatic everyday. She will mock me for being a cheater, and not explaining everything to Calvin. And my answer? Oh well, I gave her an invitation card to my wedding. Her face was so epic. I could clearly see how she lost color after seeing the invitation.

And now is my wedding day. Yeah. My wedding with the handsome ruthless billionaire who happend to be playful around me. That guy. He pretends to be the most unapproachable person, and yet, he's so clingy and talkative around me.

I shook my head and smiled.

"All done, Mrs. Sullivan."

I smiled at the make up artist, Cris, and shook my head. "Not yet, Cris. I'm not yet a Mrs. Sullivan."

Cris chuckled. "It's just minutes away before you become a Mrs. Sullivan, and being advanced doesn't change a thing. At the end of the day, you'll be a Mrs. Sullivan, one way or another." Indeed, and I don't know what to exactly feel about it. There's a part of me that's happy because I will finally be able to avenge my pride, and myself for being stepped on for too long by those ungrateful people. And I couldn't almost believe that the closest people to me happens to be the one who betrayed me.

People, are indeed unpredictable, huh?

This, everything makes me think deeply now. Do I really love Calvin? How come that I look so calm and composed despite of the truth that he and Hailey betrayed me? Yes. I was angry. That moment where I caught them having sex with in front of my very eyes, I was angry of them because they betrayed me, because they made a big fool out of me. I wasn't even angry...because I lost Calvin over Hailey. I wasn't even angry that our relationship was ruined because of their cheating scheme.

Right.

I was more angry with them because I feel like they've stepped into my pride and myself for too long, because they've been betraying me for a long time too.

Maybe...I wasn't really in love with him all this time. Maybe it was infatuation that I felt, huh? I shook my head and smirk. I actually won't wonder about it anymore because in fact, I only said yes to Calvin when he asked me to be his girlfriend back then, because he was a famous basketball captain in our university. He has the vibe that I like in a boy. I didn't even like him at first, and I thought that I developed feelings for him as we spend days together. And now that I found out he was cheating on me with my best friend, I don't have any reasons to stay in like with him. In like because being in love is too much for me, and I don't feel that with him. Now, I'm more than sure of that. Everything seems so clear to me now.

All these hours, days, and months that I spent with him, the I love you's that I said to him was all empty. It was like an empty promises with no genuine feelings because from the very start, we have been fooling ourselves.

Right. And maybe, being married to the ruthless billionaire is...a blessing in disguise too, huh?

When we arrived in front of the church, I immediately smiled widely when I saw a lot of reporters outside. Fortunately, they were stopped by the bulky and muscular bodyguards of Logan Achilles who were waiting for us outside the church.

Someone opened the door for me and that's when the media gets crazy. Flashes of cameras were turned to me as they shouted.

When I got out from the white limo. I turned to the cameras and smiled while waving. I have to show them how happy the bride is. And yes, I am happy. Comfortably happy to be married with a billionaire. He might be ruthlessly cold, and we might not have feelings for each other right now, but I am somewhat comfortable to be married with him. Maybe because I know to myself that I could handle him...pretty well. I hope.

My white gown was way too long, so the staff have to help me in walking by carrying my dress from behind. We stopped in front of the double doors of the church, and waited for the organizer's cue to get inside.

I sighed heavily. Nervousness started to creep inside my chest as seconds goes by, and when the organizer finally signed the two staff beside me to open the double doors, my heartbeat doubled.

Damn. I wasn't nervous awhile ago, why now?! What if I suddenly trip on the aisle for being so nervous and all?! No, that would be a disaster. I have to be careful. I should not embarass myself here. Not with the medias being present around.

The music playing invaded my ears as soon as the double doors were finally opened. I bit my lower lip, holding the boquet of red roses in my hand tightly.

I walked slowly while staring at my Dad in the middle of the aisle who was wiping his tears. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Tears started to shine in my eyes too as I look at the only man who was with me eversince. The man that I fell in love with first, and I know that I will continue to love as days, months, and years would pass by.

"Dad," I whispered when I arrived in front of him. He smiled at me softly too despite of the tears that he have in his eyes. I chuckled to hide the sob that was threatening to come out, but unfortunately, I couldn't. I hugged him as tight as I can as I sobbed in his chest like a baby.

"Oh my...my baby, my princess. My very stubborn princess..." He whispered while kissing my head gently. "You're getting married now, my gorgeous daughter..."

I wanted to scoff and tell him that I'm going to be married because of him, but I choose not to. I don't want to ruin the moment.

I held his left arm as he guided me to walk to the altar where Logan is waiting for me. His face is void with any emotion and I wanted to roll my eyes because of that. Can't he at least show some emotions? Why is he so cold?

When we arrived in front of the altar, the song 'Beautiful in White' still continues to play. Dad reluctantly gave my hand to Logan who was already staring at me intently like there was no one around us but me.

"Logan, please take the best care of my daughter. I hope you could stretch your patience longer for her. I know that she can be stubborn at time, but please don't get tired of her tantrums—"

My eyes widened. "Daddy!"

I scowled when Logan chuckled as he held right my hand.

"I won't get tired, Dad. I'm sure of that." He looked at me, his eyes held nothing but a promise, either to himself or to me.

I raised my right brow at him eventhough I know for sure he can't see me well with the veil covering my face.

Let's see. Let's just see that, Logan. Let's see how far you can go for me.