Blackmailing the billionaire

Wedded

Harry’s POV

I looked at the woman, silently praying that she would accept my terms and she did.

“Alright,” she smiled. “I’ll accept your terms. But you should know that I do not care for your money. I’m only doing this for my personal reason.”

“Which you don’t want to expose now?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Well that’s very rude. How do you want me to trust you when you don’t even trust me to tell me your secrets? But somehow you know mine.”

“Honey, it’s not my fault you’re a bit dull on picking up on signals. I prefer keeping my life secret.”

“Alright. I’ve called the priest and my parents won’t make it to the wedding but they wish us the best. As for my siblings, they promise to both be there but I doubt it. They’re both in Asia and they don’t seem like they would be showing up. The only people who would be coming to the wedding would be your own people so make sure…”

“Yeah, about that, I’m actually a loner so I have no one showing up for the wedding.”

This was news to me as I thought all women loved large weddings.

“We can’t have a wedding without guests.”

“You’re a billionaire. I definitely know you can call up friends or associates. People work for you, it’s not hard to get people to show up for your wedding.”

I thought about it and nodded. I was ready to get through this with the right mindset. At the end of the day my money mattered more to me than anything else.

“Fine. You’ve got three days to round up your business so we can get married. I’ll be here for you if you need anything.”

I whistled as a man came running with a bag in his hand.

“This man right here is Pietro. He will be in charge of whatever you need. I won’t be with you but he will be and he will help you go shopping for the rings and the clothes. Choose whatever you want. I’ll love anything you show up in.”

“Anything?” the woman laughed.

“So long as it’s marriage material then we are good to go.”

I stood up and started for the exit as I knew the wedding was going to be a blast.

Throughout the three days, I itched to call Queen for my money but decided against it. Instead I was going to get married and then call her, that would be a better way to go about it.

The day for my wedding showed up and it went without a hitch. The bank manager showed up with some work friends and that was it.

Ariana and I were gone before the congratulatory messages could come in as it was a fake marriage and I did not want to drag it on for too long.

When we arrived at the mansion and unpacked, we got down to business.

“Should you not get out of your suit and I’ll get out of my wedding gown before we start talking about how to get your money from your ex?” noted Ariana. “These things would be better discussed tomorrow.”

While we spoke, the doorbell rang and I walked to open it and find Queen standing there with a huge smile on her face. The nerve of this woman, I thought to myself.

“Queen?” I asked in shock. “What are you doing here?”

She looked at me from head to toe and I could tell she was surprised at the way I was dressed.

“You look different. Almost like you are going to a wedding.”

“That is because I just came back from a wedding.”

“Oh,” she smiled. “Who got married?“

“What do you want, Queen?” I acted like I did not care about her advances. It took me a lot to behave like I did not care about my money which was still locked away in her account.

“Oh don’t act that way,” she laughed. “It’s not like you don’t love me or anything. Besides I want you to know that your money from the Vegas nightclub is still in my account.”

My fists squeezed. Controlling my anger was more difficult than I had earlier thought.

“Alright Queen. What do you want?”

“First, I’d want to come in,” she said, pushing past me to get in and see Ariana in her wedding gown. This shocked her beyond words.

She stuttered but could not say anything intelligent. She hoped this was a prank.

“What is this?” She finally got some words out. “What sort of joke is this? This had better be her testing out clothes for the bride.”

“So? What if we were really married?” I chuckled.

“You can’t be married. You should not be worried about that. You should be focusing on me!”

“Well I’m sorry if you are not the center of my universe. I’m married now and since you now know about it, I’d like to have my money back.”

“I’m not giving you anything until you explain yourself! What sick joke is this?”

“I’m married. Join the train of people marveling at my new wife and stop being a bother to me.”

She gasped at the way I talked and held her chest in a dramatic way. Her brain rattled as she looked for a way to get back at me.

She knew she could not use my money but it was inside her account and it would take her authorization to let go of the money.

After our breakup, so many benefits she would get from me were cut off and now she wanted me back so that those benefits would return.

Hearing that I was married only made her want to scream at me for being cruel towards her. There had to be a solution to her problems and I knew she would be quick to find one. It was queen. She was an expert planner.

“Marry me,” she said.

“What?!” I raised a brow. I had not seen that coming.

“Marry me or you will never get your money back… ever!”

I could tell that I was in a fix. If I did not do what she wanted, I would be screwed. I had to make sure I did my part or the money would be gone into the wind… forever.