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Chapter 3:marriage day ✅

Johnson Robin POV

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“Kill me, just kill me now” 

Why did I do this? I could have anyone, maybe a blonde or a brunette, or a tall leggy model that could wrap her legs around me all night; God all this thinking is giving me a headache. 

Jumping out of bed, I run a bath, to try and get rid of all this tension brewing up; this whole situation is driving me crazy. Going through the motions somehow I end up in my car with my best friend taking non-stop in my ear, God I really just want this day to be over already.

“So John, you nervous?” 

I rolled my eyes, nervous? Yeah he definitely must be joking, never have I ever been nervous a day in my life,

“Mmm, no I’m good actually just a little headache, I mean it’s the bride to be’s job to have cold feet right?”

He hummed and side eyed me “right” he shrugged. Well little ole daddy’s girl better be lucky I’m still going through with...HA! Like I even have a choice. Finally pulling up to the church I scoffed, I guess it looks nice. Good no reporters or media around, let me just get in there and get this whole charade over with. I didn't want a grand wedding, so a simple church wedding with family & some friends it is.

My parents don’t even know about this whole arrangement. I kept it as quiet as possible, only a couple people know the whole scheme, I don’t want people to know that I’m basically becoming a gold digger, you know it's normally the girl marrying for money. But I’ll grin and bare it because I will never take money from my father, but fuck all these conditions ‘my father in-law’ put in place are crazy, ofcourse he didn’t know my true intentions but my God is he cunning. He made a contract Also. In there, so many conditions written. But one condition got my attention, I was thinking, after I get the money and after this marriage I will divorce her. But no, her father make sure. 

◾No divorce may be granted before their first child reaches 6 months old. If, after that the relationship still does not work then a divorce can be issued after a trial separation. 

 And that’s just one of the conditions, is he for real?

He shouldn't worry after some time in this sham of a marriage,  I will definitely, DEFINITELY find a way out from this...Hmm I hope so.

Roya POV

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Watching the make-up artist glam me up is bittersweet, I wish my mum was still alive, maybe she would have been in the room helping me get ready, or maybe she would have been fretting around at the church trying to get everything perfect, my stepmom doesn’t even care. Regardless, I will enjoy today, I will enjoy being pampered and getting my hair and nails done, getting my face beat to the Gods and putting on my beautiful white wedding dress that hugs my figure just right. I just want to feel special, It’s my day...well kind of, I just want to be happy.

“Roya...roya, are you okay” 

Turning I hummed, “Yeah, just thinking why wassup?”

“Nothing you were just you know” she fluttered her hands, “Stella , what does” I copied her little gesture “mean?”.

“Just like away with the birds,  you know got your head in the clouds, sweetie you’re not really concentrating, it's your special day, forget about your stepmom and be happy, or are you getting cold feet?”

Rolling my shoulders, I tried to unwind “cold feet? me? Nahh none of that today I’m going to be happy, absolutely 110% happy”

“Good, now let’s get you dressed and down to the church so you can be with your man” She sang wiggling her eyebrows at me. 

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Finally arriving at the church I feel giddy, get me in that church immediately before I throw up, peering through the church doors I can see a figure at the altar in a sharp suit, mmm he looks so handsome. God I hope he likes me. 

Walking to altar my stepmother squeezes my hand painfully, just as we reach him she mutters “don’t be so happy, this little happiness you believe you have, trust me it won’t last long”

What does that mean? Why, why on my day right before I’m supposed to get married would she say something like this? Shit now I’ve missed everything the priest said, how did we get to exchanging the rings so quick, I guess I’ve just been going through the motions. 

“I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride”

Kiss the bride?, God I’m sweating it feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest, ooh he smells so good, oh yeah the kiss. Ughh his lips are so soft.

Laughing I open my eyes as Stella poked me, wiggling her eyebrows she passed me back my bouquet “don’t forget to call me after, I want to know every little detail”

Blushing, I look at my husband as he leads me to the car, my God he's handsome. Sitting beside him, he hasn’t looked at me or said a word & it's been like half an hour maybe he’s tired or something, I’m just going to stay quiet too and not bother him.

Pulling round the corner a gorgeous mansion comes into view, it's beautiful, I love it. Walking into the mansion, we step into his drawing room, the elegance whoever designed this room is ridiculously talented I would really like to meet them. 

“Welcome Mrs Robin, may I take your bouquet?”

Turning to look at the maid I smile, “Uh thanks”

“Follow me I’ll lead you to the Master Bedroom” following her through the house, we pass by a swimming pool, gym and many other bedrooms, what does he need the other rooms for? Do other people live with him? Wait, I don’t even know his name. 

“You married him and you don’t know his name?” 

fuck did I say that out loud? laughing nervously, I turn to her “Uhh, no”

“Sir’s name is Johnson Robin, and your name ma’am?”

“Roya Knight, you don’t have to call me ma’am just call me Roya”

“Okay ma’am, uh sorry I mean Roya, this is sir’s room he also told me to prepare the guest room next door”

“Ah well maybe we’ll have a guest later?”

“Yeah maybe, well the bathroom is just through that door, if I can be of service just call me” she called out as she left the room. Ah well, I actually did have something to ask. Wow, this room is just wow, a beautiful california king size bed sat just perfectly in the middle of the back wall facing the floor to ceiling windows, the bed is looking very comfortable right I might just slip right in if I can get out of this particularly intricate dress.

Sensing movement to my left I turn, holding in a scream I take in how he looks in his suit, it fits him just so perfectly ughh he’s just so hot, that jawline, his plump bottom and perfect cupid’s bow, his gorgeous perfect nose, those perfect almond ey- shit, blushing 

Stupid, stupid, stupid now he’s going to think you’re a weirdo why would you stare at him like that, holding my breath I press my ear to the door hearing the faint woosh of the shower, well I guess I’ll just change and wait for him on the bed. 

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“I bet you’re really happy now” he sneered as he left the bathroom.

“I uhh, yeah I guess, erm what about you are you happy?” I mumbled back

“WHY WOULD I BE HAPPY!?, this was all you and your Dad, why would I want to marry you?”

“Wait this was all me and my father how?” I’m so confused I thought this was a mutual agreement, what is going on?

"You should go to the other room," I reeled back in shock “you know the one I next door, the maid set it up” 

“Th-the other room? I don’t understand” 

"Don’t try and act all innocent now, because you’re daddy’s little princess you’ve become my burden in order for me to get the perfect deal with your father, just looking at you disturbs me” he spat. “Believe me I will never be interested in you or anybody with that tone of skin, it’s so ugly”

"Your father made a deal with me that when I marry you he will give me half of his property. I am not interested in you, I would never be interested in someone like you. I feel so disturbed when I see you, you are not my type."

Stumbling out of the room my mind starts running, how can my father do this to me? Marry me off to a man and offer him money and power, pushing me onto a man who is sickened and disturbed by the colour of my skin. Marry me off to a man who says he will never be interested in me, a man who sneers at me everytime he talks. If he had that much of a problem with me he should have just said something in the beginning, then I would have never agreed to this arranged marriage.

I turn over to face the wall and silently let my tears fall, I like him, I like him so much but he only agreed to it for the money, I feel sick, I never knew my skin colour would make me so ugly, I should have known not to judge a book by its cover, I just thought that with his looks he would be a lovely gentleman who would, take care of me and make me happy. I should have taken a moment to think why a guy like him would even agree to an arranged marriage.

I am so stupid, now I know why my step mom said that earlier, she knew my happiness would be short lived. 

Fuck. I hate myself, I hate him, I hate my fucking life and every fucking body. I guess I’m just the unwanted ugly wife...

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Editor :callhervee(callhervee)

Edited :4/1/2021

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