Getting married to the love of your life is everyone's dream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Drea Miles was in love with someone who didn't even know about her existence. But she was alright with it cause deep inside she had accepted he would never be hers. But when her father forces her into a marriage in order to save his company, never in a million years did Andrea think she would get married to Sorin Zaveri himself, the billionaire and the love of her life. But there was a big problem, he was already in love with someone else. Will being with the love of his life pose a threat to their marriage or will he be willing to love Andrea as much as she loves him?
View MoreMy father was in debt.
Yes, he was a millionaire. He was.
The house was enveloped in a tense tranquillity for the past few weeks. My father and mother were both busy discussing the debts in his study every day.
While I, as usual, was inside my room all day, hardly going out. Not wanting to be a part of all this, not that they would include me.
My father even stopped me from going to college. And even at the age of twenty, I was still living with my parents. I did hope to finish college and find a job and leave here but my plans were ruined.
I wanted to leave here as soon as possible because they clearly didn't like me. I was just a burden to them. They made sure to keep reminding me of that.
I was just a pathetic, crybaby. But I can't help but cry knowing I have no one in this world, I am all alone. Not even a single friend to comfort me.
A few years back, I had Adrian, my bodyguard who soon turned into my first friend. He was really sweet to me, he understood me, and made me feel happy but...
My father started to suspect us and fired him immediately thinking we were having some sort of secret relationship.
No matter how much I begged him that it wasn't true, that he already had a wife he loved, and that he was ten years older than me, my father didn't agree and till now, I didn't get to see Adrian again.
I apologized to him before he left and he assured me that it wasn't my mistake. But still...I felt guilty about it.
I sighed deeply, burying my face into the pillow, wishing to escape reality. Escape everything.
"Drea!" Someone called me from downstairs making me groan. "Come down, right now!"
What are they calling me downstairs for? Did they finally remember that they have a daughter too?
Forcing myself to stand up, I walked out of my room and down the stairs, slowly, half-heartedly.
The once empty, silent living room was buzzing with excitement as servants moved past each other swiftly. The excitement prickled my skin, a weird feeling settling in my stomach.
What happened suddenly?
One of the servants told me that my parents were waiting for me at the dining table to have dinner.
Which was once again weird because I was hardly ever invited to have dinner or lunch or breakfast with them. I hardly existed for them.
Something was wrong. Swallowing my nervousness, I made my way to the dining room, my parents sitting beside each other at the table which was already laden with dishes.
I suspiciously glanced between my parents who gazed at me with neither warmth nor coldness in their eyes.
"Sit. Have dinner", father said gesturing to the chair opposite to him.
Curtly nodding, I sat down, my hands resting in my lap, my fingers fiddling with each other nervously, and my eyes lowered.
"You are supposed to eat..." I heard my mother speak as she passed me a plate filled with food.
"Thank you." I mumbled before I started to eat.
Silence descended upon us as we all focused our attention on eating. I really didn't feel like eating though cause my stomach churned with nervousness, wondering what is going to happen next.
Dinner finished soon and the table was cleared away while we remained sitting.
I made an effort to get up only to sit down again when my father said, "We need to talk."
Are they once again going to tell me how much of their money is being wasted on me? I am not going to college either now. Plus this voice inside me keeps reminding me of my worthlessness...they don't really need to remind me again.
"Yes?" I managed to say softly.
"I'm sure you were well aware of my company going into loss. How I was in debts."
I nodded in agreement.
"Well..." He continued. "Today I had a meeting with a CEO...I mean the former CEO of a powerful company and he made a deal with me."
"And...?" I urged him to continue because if my father gets out of his debts then maybe I can go back to college again and suddenly I was very interested in this conversation.
Father's eyes bore into mine. "And the deal is that he will convince his son, the current CEO to invest in our company if you marry his son."
"Marry his son?"
My mouth fell open. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
My mother decided to speak up in a firm tone. "You are going to get married in order to get that company to invest in ours."
"No." I objected promptly. "I am not getting married to some stranger. You both are literally selling me off."
Father's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at me. "You will do as I say. I have already made a deal with him. You are getting married next week and that's fucking final!"
I flinched at his tone, a lump forming in my throat.
I was about to start crying once again.
"Such a crybaby." The voice inside me taunted me and I took a deep breath to force back the tears that had welled up in my eyes.
"Please." I pleaded. "Don't do this. Please. I am just twenty...I have my whole life ahead of me."
They both had cold looks on their faces, not a bit bothered by my begging.
"Drea, you are going to marry that man and make yourself a little useful for us. Besides you should be grateful someone is going to marry you and thankfully, you will be out of our lives." My mother's harsh tone really hurt as she looked exasperated.
A tear threatened to escape my eye but I hastily wiped it away with the back of my palm. "But...what...what about my studies? I want to study further."
"I don't care about it anymore, okay? You want to study, ask your husband after you get married." Father silenced me.
"I can't let my husband decide whether I get to study further or not." I argued.
He slammed his fist on the table and gritted his teeth. "Take your feminism somewhere else! It won't work here!"
This time a tear rolled down my cheek, and my lips wobbled. No, they can't force me to marry a stranger.
"Their family is coming for dinner tomorrow. Dress properly and don't embarrass us." Mother ordered and before I could break down completely, I stood up and ran back upstairs to my room.
This can't be happening. They can't do that. They can't. Am I really such a burden to them that they are selling me off? Am I not a bit important to them that they chose their company over me?
I can't let this happen. I have to do something.
Tears were flowing down my cheeks; I pinched the middle of my forehead where a headache was starting to form.
I don't know what to do. I can't even run away because I don't know where to go nor do I have any money.
I simply can't get married, my heart refuses to because I was still head over heels for that man. Sorin Zaveri.
He didn't even know of my existence but still, I loved him. He already has a girlfriend but still, I love him. I am nothing in comparison to him but still, I love him and refuse to marry anyone else even though I could never get him.
Throwing myself on the bed, I cried my heart out while gazing at his picture on my phone. And my heart ached for him.
I gently brushed my finger over his smiling face, an involuntary smile gracing my lips through the tears on seeing him smile.
He is the only reason I force myself to get up every day, to not give up completely and take my own life. He is the only reason I am alive because I wake up every day thinking that at least I would get to see his face on my phone. He is the only good part of my life. He keeps me going.
I am not getting married to anyone if that person is not Sorin although I know that never in a million years could I get married to Sorin himself.
I don't even have Adrian here with me, he would have helped me. And I don't even know where he is or else I could have gone to him, asking him for help.
"Drea, you are going to marry that man and make yourself a little useful for us." My mother's words echoed in my mind causing more tears to stream down my face. "Besides you should be grateful someone is going to marry you and thankfully, you will be out of our lives."
My heart clenched tightly, it hurt, it hurt too much. I grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged at it, my mouth opening in a silent scream.
It was too much. It hurt too much. I couldn't breathe. Everything was suffocating me.
Please, someone, save me. Please. If only there was someone who could love me.
You don't deserve anyone's love. The voice inside my head reminded me.
And I felt numb. It's right. I don't deserve anyone's love.
I don't deserve anything. I am nothing.
With those thoughts in my mind, I drifted off to sleep.
I hurriedly tried to get up, but he quickly caught me before I could step away, his hands wrapping gently around my waist. “Sorry? Why apologize for kissing your husband?" He asked, his voice was warm, and reassuring.“Trust me, this is all I've ever wanted,” He continued, his eyes locked on mine. "For us to be free with each other, without hesitation.”“For you to finally acknowledge me as your husband, and be free to do whatever you like with me whenever you feel like. You know what I mean.” He winked, and a shy smile spread across my face.“Come here…” He murmured, his voice low and inviting. As he pulled me closer, I felt my pulse quicken. Our lips met again, and this time, I didn't run. Instead, I let go of my doubts, surrendering to the moment. I felt seen, wanted, and loved.As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the gentle hum of intimacy. His hands slid up my back, drawing me closer, and I felt a rush of warmth spread through me. Every touch seemed to i
I wanted to see what his reaction was going to be like. I thought he was going to be disappointed in my family, but instead, he just stared back at me, his eyes holding no judgment for me or my parents and their dubious ways.He held my hands and said, “Thank you.”“For what?” I asked, my eyes staring deep into his eyes, utterly confused.“For everything. Most importantly, for trusting me and for being vulnerable with me. A very silly man like me.” He rolled his eyes, and I chuckled lightly.He really knew how to make light, an already tense situation.“Come on. What do you mean?” I asked, curiously.“I almost lost you, babe.” He answered. “I almost let you slip off my hands because I was stupid.” He said, with regret.I sighed, and held his hands too. “It's fine. That's all in the past. At least we're here now and that's all that matters.”“Yes, we are. And I'm grateful for this. Trust me, I won't stop loving you and I won't stop showing you to the world that I am yours and you are m
And for the coming weeks, I always looked forward to our dinner dates, every night because we always had fun moments together. Thankfully, we didn't have to come face to face with reporters or random strangers because Sorin always made sure to book a private dinner room for us, knowing how uncomfortable and nervous I sometimes get with many unknown people around me.We would have little talks, deep conversations, be vulnerable with each other, also adding little jokes here and there till we lost track of time.We were basically trying to make up for the time we spent physically and emotionally apart from each other.One time, Sorin took me to one of his vacation homes across the city; a gigantic mansion.We pulled up to the mansion, and Sorin led me inside. The dining room was set for dinner, with crystal glasses and fine china on the table. Prior to our arrival, the chefs had cooked a delicious meal, exactly my request, and as we walked in, the aroma of the delicacy filled the air.
“Please sit.” Sorin offered me a chair, opposite his. “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?” He asked, and I could sense that he was completely nervous.I was quite nervous too, but Sorin was trying so hard to please me, so he appeared somewhat shaky, and I didn't like it.He spoke further. “Should I order something for you? Or would you prefer to pick something on the menu?” He got up, and tried to pick the menu for me.“Please calm down. I'm beginning to feel like I'm a bully here.” I suddenly blurted out, and he immediately stopped what he was doing.“Why would you say that?” He asked, still surprised as he slowly took his seat.I shrugged. “I don't know. It just feels like you're walking on eggshells around me.” I stated.“Really?”“Yes, and it makes me somehow uncomfortable.” I answered honestly.“Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that. I just don't want to make any mistakes tonight.” He answered, trying to calm down.I sighed. “It's fine. It's okay to make a few mistakes. We'
MONTHS LATERFor the next couple of months, Sorin kept sending me romantic notes and handwritten apology letters, alongside breakfast. He sent them on a daily basis without fail. And after every letter, he always included a place for me to meet him and would always wait there for me even when he knew the probability of me not showing up was highly likely.He also sent Kelvin to get me every night, while he would always wait for me at the restaurant, cafè or anywhere else he mentioned in the letter.Sometimes, scrolling through social media, I would see posts about him and secretly-taken pictures of him alone at the places he had wanted us to meet.In total, he wrote about fifty-two(52) apology letters and fifty-two(52) romantic notes, sending each pair with my breakfast every day, including weekends. How he was able to keep up with writing them every single day despite having to go to work daily, still baffles me whenever I think about it. One amazing thing was that the letters and
My phone alarm blared loudly, startling me, and I was jolted awake by the noise. It was 9am.“Uhhhh….” I groaned as I blindly tapped the alarm with my fingers, hoping to silence it, and I rolled over to the other side of the gigantic bed.Barely had I shut my eyes for a few minutes to catch some more sleep when the alarm set off again.“Nooooo…” I pulled the duvet over my head, kicking into the air.Realizing the alarm was determined to wake me up, I finally pulled the duvet off my head, picked up my yelling phone, and turned the alarm off. Exactly what I should have done in the first place; obvious solution, yet so delayed.I yawned and groggily got out of bed, still rubbing my eyes. Usually, I wouldn't wake up so late, but I guess the whole stress of the last couple of hours, coupled with some of the meds I took last night knocked me out for so long.I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth; the first thing I did every morning before heading downstairs for breakfast.As I brushe
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