Married To The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter2

Mrs. Hank burst in, not entirely set in stone to ensure she was ready for the wedding; however, as she pushed the room entryway open, she understood she wasn't there.

Her heart started to race as she started overreacting, surging from one space to another.

"Jennifer!!! "Jennifer!!!" She shouted out her name and she searched for any indication of her daughter yet without any result.

In a solitary second, she started to envision every one of the horrendous things that might have happened to her.

"Has she escaped away? How in the world do we bear the results of his rage?" She asked herself as she put her hand on her head and the other on her abdomen.

Mrs. Hank dropped rapidly down the steps yelling for the workers to help her search the house for her daughter.

"I can't lose her, not today, not now, not on her big day, not when she is going to get married to the most influential man around" she mouthed.

She went on to look through each room in the house, busting each door open forcefully with expectation. However, she was still mysteriously gone.

"Where in the world has she run off to?" She could feel her heart race quicker as reality set in.

"No, I must find her, I must bring her back, I can't let her commit the greatest mistake of her life."

Mrs. Hank walked forward and backward, her face carved with stress as Mr. Hank, her husband walked into the room

"Where in the world is Jennifer?" he asked immovably.

"I don't have any idea," she answered, her voice breaking. " I've looked through the whole house, yet she is mysteriously absent."

He brought his voice up out of frustration. "My girl's wedding is only a couple of hours away, and you're telling me she's mysteriously gone?"

He was just going to moreover scrutinize Jennifer's mother when the room entryway squeaked open.

Jennifer entered in, seeming worse for wear, her hair moist from the downpour. She conveyed a sack in her arm as she gazed upward.

"Where have you been?" Her father requested, his voice firm and brutal.

"I had to get away to clear my head" Jennifer replied, her voice scarcely over a murmur.

"What do you mean you had to get away?" her mom shouted out to her. "Your wedding is today and you can't simply vanish that way."

"I simply required some time alone to think, "I didn't intend to put you guys in this position," she shouted.

Jennifer strolled up the steps, each step weighty with fatigue. Her dad was simply behind, his appearance loaded up with outrage. He went over to his wife when they had quite recently arrived at the highest point of the steps.

"Proceed to accompany her, prepare her for the wedding," he said in a low tone. "We can't allow anything to ruin this marriage, the best thing that is about to happen to all of us."

Jennifer's mother gestured, her face scratched with worry, before going to go to Jennifer's room.

Jennifer followed her, head down as she strolled towards the room she called home for her entire life.

She had now decided to go through with the plans of getting married to a man she barely knew after she was deserted at the bus stop by her darling.

She thought sharply that regardless of whether she had no iota of affection for him, it wasn't terrible being a very rich person's better half.

Jennifer remained before the enormous mirror, her eyes red and enlarged from every one of the tears she had shouted out throughout the evening.

She had recently gone to clean up, attempting to get it together. However, the agony she felt was still new.

As she was getting dressed, Mrs. Hank thumped into the entryway and entered with a costly and dazzling wedding outfit in her arms.

"Your man of the hour was sufficiently caring to give this to you," she said cheerfully.

Jennifer removed the outfit from her mom, feeling a rush of displeasure regarding her. This was her punishment, her sentence for life for perpetrating no wrongdoing.

She got dressed rapidly, the indignation and pity developing inside her every moment.

Jennifer's considerations were completely muddled up as they went out and made a beeline for the congregation.

She kept on checking her telephone, trusting that David would call and come salvage her from this hopelessness, yet the telephone stayed quiet and reality settled intensely on her shoulders.

She was getting hitched to a heartless tycoon, a man she just knew from bits of gossip.

As she had her spot on the special raised area, she understood that there was no way other than straight ahead. She was held bound in this present circumstance and there was no way to free herself.

Jennifer remained at the special stepped area, her eyes fixed on the entryway, trusting that David would rush in and remove her, yet as time went on, she understood that he wasn't coming.

The cleric then cleared his throat, moving her consideration back to this present reality.

"Do you, Miss Jennifer, take this man to be your legally married husband?" He asked; however, her brain was clear.

She then felt her dad's hand on hers, a quiet plea to say yes. She turned over to her mother, who gave her a little, miserable grin as she recalled her words, "We make penances for the ones we love."

She adored her family sincerely, regardless of whether she had to do this.

With a full breath, Jennifer looked at Stanley. He stared at her with so much expectation, a little smile playing at the edges of his lips.

At that point, she understood this was her new life, no returning, no way out.

She took a full breath and said "YES," her voice scarcely over a murmur. A sigh of relief moved throughout the crowd and her significant other pulled her nearby for a kiss.

Jennifer shut her eyes, attempting to disregard the vacuum that was in her heart. This was her new reality, her new life and she would need to track down a way for it to work, to track down bliss in this new dim life.

Jennifer then, at that point, sunk into the vehicle with her new spouse en route to his manor. The air was loaded up with off-kilter quietness as he illuminated a cigarette.

Stanley, out of nowhere, turned over to her, offering a bunch of cigarettes. "Do you smoke?" He asked, his voice sharp.

Jennifer shook her head and replied, "No I don't smoke."

His demeanor solidified, as he removed the bunch of cigarettes, saying "Fine, I don't even like women who smoke anyway”

Jennifer gazed at him in disdain, her displeasure starting to rise. "For what reason did you offer me one, then?" She asked, her voice tight.

Stanley enjoyed a puff of the cigarette, not giving any consideration to her as he blew the smoke through the window, not making sense of it.

"For what reason did you then, get married to me if you would treat me like I'm nothing?" She asked all of a sudden.