Ruthless The Trial Marriage Of The Arrogant Heiress

Laura

Strange, isn't it? I can marry anyone else except the person I love.

Aaron Rodgers. He is rich, good looking, qualified enough to marry me. Most importantly, I love him, he loves me.

Business competitor! Is it all that matters? Is it the only reason that I can't marry him? Is it the only reason that my family said if I marry him, I will lose them? I don't know. I don't know anything.

Ruthless Rich Bitch. That's what people call me and I don't give a damn about it.

Being one of the inheritors, granddaughter of the owner of the most prominent conglomerate, filthy rich can't be fun. Believe me, NOT AT ALL. When your life is controlled by your grandparents, and all you have to do is to please them.

"Laura... your groom has arrived." Someone shouted, erecting the awareness inside me. And I didn't care, nor I wanted to know who the hell was it.

I just looked at the sleek glass in front of me, which was portraying the dolled up me. Wearing an elegant white stripless gown, cascade out towards the ground, putting on a two tier veil and the sheer tiara on my head, with light makeup on my face.

Yes. Today is my wedding. Of course, neither with the person I love nor the person who loves me. It's with the person who was completely unfamiliar to me.