MARRIED TO A CRUEL BILLIONAIRE

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toria cried with excitement. I struggled to fully o

groggily, getting out o

g on, Victoria surprised me by put

y, but I was also forced to marry a total stranger without any sentiment of love or attachment. I

o fall for Kevin because I kn

arrying him because of my family's situation, and I know it wouldn't be right to leave them to struggle when I cou

g. It was past seven and the make-up artist was ready, she picked out

ed if this was going to be a grand affair or not, but without having seen Kevin in several days, I was left to rely on Madam

slipped into my wedding dress, it f

lp but feel like a stranger in my own body. I didn'

ing my cheek. "You don't have to pretend, you know," she said. "You

preventing me from accepting myself. I took a deep breath and let go o

t is it! She screamed, "That's the smile I was talking

Was this really what I wanted? This entire wedding felt more like a production

took a deep breath and walked to the window to get

lden glow over everything. It was a picturesque

e as always" Victoria's vo

Immediately a lump formed in my throat, and my eyes became v

to be my chief bridesmaid so she wore the same color of dress as me,

ve you are get

and more" the tears that have gathered a

f our life experiences, we've talked about our dreams and plans, getting married, having kids, it just feels sad that this whole preparation is jus

ul makeup," said Victoria as she wiped my

would find another alternative to clearing the matter on the ground than sacrificing my

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making a huge mistake by marrying someone I di

rity presence, a testament to the high-profile nature of the wedding. The whole town was abuzz with the news that the futu

boyfriend. He whispered, "Anna, it's me, Johnny," as he removed h

, Johnny?" I asked,

urned onto a secluded path. "We need to talk, Anna," he said, his

, Anna? This is how you choose to end things between us? Without even

as I stepped out of the vehicle, bu

ehind them. "That's not it, Johnny," I explained, my voice laced with pain. "I was forced int

me on, Anna, let's leave," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emo

sorrow. I wanted to be with him, to run away and fo

n my way to the altar. As much as I love our relationship, I have to put my family first. M

kup driver arrived, accompanied by two burly men. They were clearly waiting

you, what are you doing here? The bride is running late.

is identity. "Right away," he replied, his v

ess, with beautiful decorations and a sea of expectant faces. I felt a wave of nausea

reful not to trip on my veil. Kevin, resplendent in his navy blue

confidence. The priest's voice echoed through the church, "Kevin Beyer, do you take Anna Lucas to be

do." Victoria handed us the rings, and I repeated

on edge, bracing myself for what might happen next. The priest's voice boomed through the c

ndering if anyone would dare to interrupt the proceedings

shirt a stark contrast to the joyful atmosphere of the wedding. As he rose from his seat

ck with anticipation as he approached the altar, his purpose unknown. My mind racing, I fe