The Hidden World

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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Somewhere the sky was ablaze with the fire of setting sun. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. Everyone was busy enjoying their weekends with family, friends and lovers. Some people choose the famous Ramada Hotel to spend their evening where a guy was sitting at center of the stage on the chair having a guitar in his hand and singing songs while playing the guitar melodiously.

Everyone present there at the hotel were enjoying his melodious voice and having their delicious dinner with family and friends.

Everyone was so engrossed in eating and enjoying there that no one notices the person who was singing continously for three hours. The pain in his voice, the sadness on his face was disregarded by everyone there but his friend John.

After the song was over everyone started clapping for him and then again got immersed in eating and talking with their near and dear ones.

As now the shift of Christian was finally over. He took his guitar to go from there. And the curtains get closed waiting for some other artist to get open again.

When Christian came out, he took out his water bottle to have some water as he was really very thirsty. After drinking one water bottle he felt relieved. When he was packing his stuff to get out from this work and ready to go for his next part time job suddenly John came their with worried expression on his face.

"Why are you continuously working Christian? Just look at your face dear... You haven't slept for more than 3 hours in the last few months. If you continue to work like this continously without any break soon I would find you on a hospital bed.", John told Christian with serious worried expressions for him.

" You knew I need lots of money on urgent basis and there is no one from my family, relatives and friends that would help me with such a big amount. But I could not give up like this. So for collecting that huge sum I am working continuously. Somewhere as a waiter, somewhere singing at the hotels, somewhere teaching students, somewhere as the watchman and yes I am trying and searching for some other part time jobs too. As I have very less amount of time to collect a huge amount of money. ", Christian replied to John smilingly sadly.

" But Christian you know Health is important too. If you do not look at it first and get sick then do you even think how will you manage to collect this huge amount of sum. ", John replied back to Christian.

"I did not mind it John seriously. Even if I die while working because there is no one out there to love me, to care for me dude.", Christian replied with pain in his eyes.

"Then for whom you are working so hard bro? For whom you want to collect such a big amount of money?", John asked confused.

"For my wife, Bella.", Christian replied back making John shocked and he left from there without looking back.

John was standing there with his own chain of thoughts and unanswered questions in his mind while seeing Christian's retreating figure.

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Christian was walking on the road to reach his next place of work as he could not take a cab for it. It would take so much money and he was in no mood of spending money on him as it would be a waste for him.

While walking his eyes went to a child who was continuously crying for a cotton candy to his mother and his mother was in no mood to fulfil his wish anytime soon.

The scene in front of his eyes made him flew in the past memories where someone was requesting for a Cotton candy too with pleading eyes to someone. And that someone was also in no mood of fulfil his wish just like the mother of that child.

Christian came out from his past memories and a lone tear escape from his left eye. He wipe away them immediately and reached towards them.

"Hey! Little kido why are you crying dear?", Christian asked the child pulling out his cheeks.

"I want my mumma to buy that Cotton candy for me. But as I did not completed my homework yesterday she was upset with me for that and was not talking to me so she was not going to fulfil my wish.", The child replied back with his puppy eyes.

"Aww, what is your name baby?", Christian asked to the child again.

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