The Unexpected Marriage

CHAPTER THREE: AN UGLY SUPRISE

XAVIER'S P.O.V.

I waited before the altar in front of the congregation, patiently waiting for my bride, but there was no sight of her around.

The guests were already starting to murmur among themselves, and I couldn't fight the urge to run my fingers into my jet black hair.

“Damn! Where the hell is she?” I murmured to myself as Dad's gaze met with mine. I could see him fuming with anger from where he sat, but I was unable to tell what was in his mind. He was obviously disappointed in me again.

This was the second time I was searching for a wife just to please my Dad. I'm a twenty-six-year old freak and still, I can't get my Dad's company.

It was an inevitable law for my Dad to get me married before I could inherit what was mine. Stupid, right? I know.

And recently, I had met Emily, who desperately wanted to get rid of her cousin like she claimed, and then I offered her this deal, using the chance to make her my bride even though I don't do love. But now, she was nowhere in sight.

Glancing at Richie, my buddy from the other side, to see him giving me an assuring nod. I gave an eye roll. The same went to my sister, Sophia. She was in support of this. In support of making me get married to Emily Lake.

I was starting to get impatient when the cathedral door opened and there was my bride, walking steadily to me with her father beside her.

Wow, finally, she's here..

I bit my lower lip, clenching my jaw. What took her so long to get here? How long does she take to dress?

The veil that covered her face prevented me from seeing her, but she was beautiful. I knew it. And I couldn't help but grin. What type of marriage was this? I still couldn't believe someone like me would be at an altar waiting stupidly for a so-called bride. Where was the old me?

I gaped at Dad again, and I could see the fuming side of him flushed away. Dad was interested in knowing the woman I'm bringing home. Right from when I was little, he was always strict. So strict that I never mess up while I'm at his sight, and now he was making me tie my soul to a woman.

He knew my lifestyle would have to come to an end soon if I wanted to inherit the company, but did I mention to him that it was going to end?.

It's just the beginning.

Mr. Andy, the father of my bride, flashed me a warm smile, but I could see something gleaming in his eyes as he handed her to me.

Sternly, I took her small soft hand in mine. She felt different, something wasn't right. I could tell because she was greedy to walk. She wouldn't budge to the altar with me.

“Bride, we need to go to the altar,” I whispered silently to her, and she turned to me.

Thankfully, the veil was a bit transparent. My jaw dropped when I saw it wasn't Emily. What The f**k!.

Where's Emily then? Who was I standing here with?

“You both can move forward,” The Priest's words made me look up at him and I nodded once, taking her hand in me. I could feel her moving against her will. Like being forced to move. Seriously, what's happening? Was I hallucinating,

The look on her face was like she wanted to tear up and cry any moment from now. She stood opposite me as we kept glancing at the Priest, who resumed his worldly preaching and all. My eyes darted to her veil. For some reason, I desperately wanted to see her… her face. I knew that wasn't Emily.

Emily is quite feisty, so far that I've known her. She's always sharp at what she does but, her, this lady in front of me was like the opposite of her. I was getting married to someone else.

My eyes narrowed into hers, I saw her clench her palms like she wanted to pull me and punch me. Tears were in those beautiful eyes of hers. Damn, she was even more beautiful than Emily. My pupils nearly dilated when it occurred to me, it was Abella Anderson… the same girl who I hated in college for being a nerd. She was Emily's cousin?!

What the hell is this… why was life so unfair? Especially to me?. Right there, I began to ponder on the disrespectful and discriminatory will of life against me. Although, a small part of me tells me that I'm just in the middle of a fantasy dream, which would soon come to an end in a few minutes' time. I've always hated her from day one when she became an outcast nerd.

Seriously, who was doing this? Is this a way of punishing me? Why was I getting involved with this lady in front of me? I couldn't help but grit my teeth, trying to relax my flaky nerves. Did she also lock her cousin's c*m in someplace like a room just to act like she's my bride? Anger surged through me merely thinking about it. Abella Anderson, you've just gotten into my black list.

The Priest kept preaching about love and commitment and I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. Jeez, does getting married take this long? I could already feel my legs getting heavy, digging into the floor, and still, he was still rambling about something I knew was out of the league.

Xavier Wolfsburg wasn't going to do all that s**t he’s preaching. Not me, certainly.

“Do you, Xavier Wolfsburg, take Emily Lake to be your lawfully wedded wife and live in holy matrimony?” The Priest's voice came again.

My lips curled into a knowing grin, staring at my so-called bride as I muttered.

“Yes, I do.” My words staggered, as I turned to see my so-called bride.

Stirring at me, with tears pumping and gathering in her eyes.