Chapter 3

ALENA

"Smile, Cora. This is your moment," Steve whispered into my ear as he walked me down the aisle. 

Nervous was an underestimation of how I was feeling. My palms were sweaty, my knees were trembling and my face was burning. 

I wore a gorgeous mermaid dress that was obviously a designer dress. It must have been Celeste who picked it out because everything was her taste. I had put a lot of effort into my looks for the first time in forever. I hoped it was at least fine. 

I dreaded this moment. I had always dreamt of my dad walking me down the aisle but fate had had other plans. At least Steve was there. I knew deep down he still had a soft spot for his younger sibling. 

We finally made it to the altar and there I was standing next to my would-be husband. 

Maybe I missed the moment but he hadn't looked at me even once. His face was glued at the priest and he didn't look that happy. Heck, he didn't look happy at all. 

Despite all that, I was still amazed by how effortlessly handsome he was. He looked even better in person. He was smoking hot and tall; taller than me with a body any woman would die for. 

His hair was totally black and his eyes were as black as coal. They looked cold but surprisingly that was his best feature in my opinion. They held a mystery I was yet to discover. 

They were like a forest. One I could get lost in. I had never fancied the idea of getting lost before but if I could get lost in his forest, then I would volunteer happily. 

We exchanged wedding vows and all the necessary stuff. Even his voice made me shiver. It wasn't a normal shiver. It was something intense, something intimate and something I had never experienced before. 

When it came to the kiss part, my cheeks were flushed. In my mind I imagined some dramatic kiss from the movies. A kiss that would give me the so called butterflies. 

Once again, reality made a complete joke out of my imagination. It was a simple peck at the corner of the lips. That didn't count as a kiss! 

I had thought of it as funny that I would get my first kiss on my wedding day but now it was even funnier. I still had virgin lips even after my wedding reception. 

Everything happened so fast that in a short space of time, I was trapped in the billionaire's car. Pardon me, my husband's car which was now officially mine as well, right? 

It was a limousine and his scent flooded the car. It completely filled my nostrils and intoxicated my mind. Soon I would get to smell his scent at a closer angle and run my hands through his oh-so-sexy hair. 

One thing bothered me though. He had neither spoken to me nor looked at me. He was furiously typing on his cellphone with his eyebrows knitted. He seemed distracted. 

I had no idea on how this entire wifey thing worked out but I had to give it a shot. I cleared my throat softly for attention which I didn't get. 

Okay, maybe I was too soft. I tried again. 

“Do you need something?" he asked me coldly, all his attention still on his phone. 

His voice was like music to my ears despite the coldness it held. 

"Hmm, I was thinking that since we don't know each other we could maybe start by introductions," I started, trying my best to raise my voice a little. 

He didn't reply. I was beginning to feel odd. "So, I'm Alena Weston..Well Cam....” 

"l know who you are. I wouldn't marry someone whose name I don't know." 

Well that was a shocker. Okay maybe I was just being silly and immature. I had no idea how this worked and he wasn't helping either. Was this how all newly weds behaved or was it just in my case? 

"How about you tell me more about yourself or maybe I'll go first?" I more of asked, than stated. 

"There's nothing to tell.” 

"Well so I'll tell you about me instead. First of all, I like..." 

"Can I get some peace, please? And is your voice always like that? If so, then I'm sorry but it's really irritatingly low." 

My heart suddenly stopped. His eyes were now on me and I suddenly felt self conscious. His eyes held that intense stare that Steve always gave me milliseconds before beating me up black and blue. 

I would never fail to recognize that intense look that warned me that a volcano was about to erupt. 

"Dyl, I don't understand why.." 

"Do not call me Dyl. You can never call me Dyl. Only my friends and family can call me that," he spat at me venomously. 

My heart was now acting like a caged bird throwing itself against my ribcage. 

"But I am your wife." 

"Don't you dare throw that bullshit in my face. To the world you are now my wife but the actual thing is this is all just an arrangement." 

His voice was rising and threatening to break. His face was red with fury and his knuckles had turned white. 

"I… I don't understand. Yes, this is arranged but I thought you agreed to this." 

Tears were imminent. I was holding them back but any point would be a breaking point soon enough. 

"In case no one told you, I never wanted this marriage. It's all against my will. We can't be husband and wife." 

"Don't say that, please. I promise to try and be a good wife to you. If it's my voice you don't like, then I'll change it. I'll try to be louder.” 

“And what if I tell you I hate everything about you, then what?" 

"I'll change myself for you." 

My father had always told me never to change myself for someone to love me because someone would love me for who I was but this was different. My heart was adamant. I was ready to do anything to make us work. 

"Then that tells me how cheap and undignified you are."