MARRIED TO MY ENEMY'S CRUSH

SIXTEEN

Angela's POV

A week later

As I walked down the aisle with dad on my side, I felt like the most unsusual bride in the world. Nothing in my life prepared me for this day.

Even though I have my makeup intact with my beautiful bridal dress and my face looking like the world's sweetheart, I knew deep down in my heart that I was getting into something greater than me.

But despite the thoughts, I would never allow the sad reality affect the present. I am going to relish the moment and enjoy this happiness while it lasts. A girl weds once in her life and so this is my moment.

We got to the front of the altar where Justin is already waiting for me. Lord, this man is fine. I watched as he stood in that tailored Italian suits with an expression I cannot read in his face. Even though I and Justin are not on the same page but seeing the handsome face of the man I am getting married to calms my nerves.

He did not even spare me a glance as the officiating priest stepped forward and the solemnization began.

#HoursLater

All through the wedding, Justin was in a robotic mode while I on the other hand pretended not to notice. I smiled broadly, I danced happily and I was giving bridal vibes with my bridal train… my friends of course.

I spotted Sophia at the reception and I danced even more judiciously with my friends hailing me with the intents of sparking jealousy from Sophia.

Justin on the other hand was busy with pressing his phone while still avoiding my gaze. I guess he is the first groom I had seen in my life who was pressing phone instead of making memories with with his wife.

#Later in the evening

The Lamborghini Gallardo honked hesitantly at the gate and I gulped. I am really married. I thought inwardly as I watched the blue automatic gate open by itself.

The car drove into the ineffable mansion and I almost gasped. God! Is this a house?This is a heaven. More like an heaven on earth. The car stopped in front of a fountain with different colored lights. Everything looks so beautiful.

One of the guards came to Justin's side of the car and opened the door and he alighted. Just then, another guard was coming to open my door but I opened my door myself. I don't believe in all this entitlement attitudes just because you are wealthy. Back at home, I never accommodated this type of lifestyle.

I stared around as the driver went to park the car in the parking lot. Okayyy. I glanced at the parking lot and saw different brands of cars. Gosh! Justin is truly rich. Now I know why my father turned to his father for help. He must be a thrillonaire I think just that I still don't know how to classify his wealth from his father's.

I don't know my way around and so I just stand there looking like an helpless child. And oh, my luggage is still in the car.

A lady came out of the door in uniforms and I guess she is the maid.

“Welcome sir Justin” she says bowing slightly while Justin barely nodded.

“Miss Angela, you are welcome” she said turning to me.

Oh. She knows my name.” Hi, how are you doing?” I said rather lovely.

“Fine ma'am, you look so beauti…” she tries to compliment me.

“Bring the bags in and also, I need a cup of tea in ten minutes “Justin said walking into the house.

Painful ass. I thought to my self as the maid scrambled to get the bags

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Oops. How do I deal with this grumpy ass.