HER MONSTER HUSBAND

Alvira looked at the make up artist who was beautiful her face. Today is the day which she will be getting married to a man who she doesn't know anything about.

She vividly remember how her father broke the news of her engagement to Luca Colton a very ruthless and powerful business man who she knows nothing about.

The date, venue and contract for the wedding had all been set by her father and her soon to be husband.

She wasn't consulted for anything, not even the type of dress she would wear for her wedding.

She didn't have a chance when it came to her father after all.

She was weak, vulnerable and powerless when it came to Marco, her father.

She had no option than to marry Luca, all because of her father's selfish gain from Luca.

She wasn't going to be happy in the marriage, she knew that but what could she do?

If she tried running away, her dad was capable of tracking down her wherever she was and bringing her back even less than twenty four hours.

She felt hopeless and helpless.

All the same, she was getting married to Luca Colton.

She had it in mind to filling a divorce at their first month of marriage but if Luca or her father didn't want it, then no court would sign it.

That was how freaking influential they were.

Alvira couldn't escape marrying Luca, she knew that she was trapped.

She had barely slept last night from all the stress preparing from my freaking wedd...'

She was forcefully getting married to the worst kind of man anyone could think of.

She had cried myself to sleep countless times because of this day, she had begged but what could anyone do if their father was as strict as hell and could trade their life just for money?

As much as she didn't want to show up, she still didn't have it in me to elope.

She was too scared to and couldn't disappoint her mom too.

Her mom had begged her to go through with the engagement and then the marriage to avoid her father's wrath.

She was reluctant at first because she always wanted to marry someone that she loved but she later gave up seeing that she had no chance if she contended with my father.

"I own you!"

He would always say to her with authority and it kept her wondering if she was actually his daughter to or just a property or object that he bought.

She fiddled nervously with her white wedding dress as she tried to quickly wear her wedding dress.

It was about 8:05 am and the wedding was to commence by 8:30am.

What sort of a bride was she?

"You look so perfect and beautiful ma'am." The makeup artist complimented and she forced herself to smile.

She put on her shoe and walked downstairs to join her driver in the car.

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Alvira finally got to the wedding venue after her dad had yelled angrily at her of which she had blocked out and maneuvering there way to get there in six minutes.

They were having a church wedding and the venue was a really big cathedral.

She had never set foot in here before.

She was just told the specific location of the church.

Hee father did all the planning, leaving her completely out.

The church was filled with lots of people the moment they walked in, those she knew and those she didn't all waiting.

The moment they knew she stepped in, with her father holding my hand, everyone stood up and all attention was on her.

She looked up at her supposed husband to be who stood far at the altar with the priest standing behind him.

She haven't seen him ever since their engagement which was five months ago.

He looked different, a lot more mature with the extra beards and all.

His Jawline had gotten sharper over the years and if she was honest with myself, he sure did look a lot more handsome than the last time She saw seen him.

She then became upset.

All the while she had my focus on him, he didn't even spare her a glance. How arrogant?

He looked away, straight up and from his expression, he looked terribly bored.

They were just even starting the wedding ceremony.

Was she boring him already?

A frown was visible on her face from all that'd been going through my head.

Her father gave me a light nudge at her side, calling my attention.

He looked at her in concern.

"Are you okay sweetie?" Her dad said out in a low whisper in the midst of the loud sounds of various instruments.

"Yeah, yea I am fine"

she replied after reading his lips and regained back my composure.

She plastered a fake smile. Once again.

She looked over at Luca again but he was hell bent on ignoring her presence, even in the presence of hundreds of people.

If he was going to ignore her, then she'd show him that she was better at his own game.

It was immature of her but she was angry.

What sort of groom was he?

For other couples, when the bride comes walking down the isle, it was a thing of joy for both the bride and the groom. Most times, the groom would have a smile plastered on his face with anticipation. What on earth was this punk being all proud and arrogant for?

Oh, She get they didn't actually have a thing for each other but there was a thing called pretending. It existed.

For the fact this was their damn wedding, they could equally have put up an act for the time being.

She rolled my eyes at him, glaring at him.

When they finally got all the way up to where Luca stood and her father handed over my hand to Luca's awaiting one before patting her hand in Luca's then left for his seat her mom had reserved for him . Luca took it from there and slowly led her to the priest.

It was now time to say their wedding vows..

Alvira said her's almost enthusiastically..

It was Lucas turn to say his and the way he took the oath murdered every form of fervor in her and probably buried it six feet underneath the ground.

She glared at him..

'What was wrong with him?'