Unexpected Wedding to A Billionaire

Unexpected Vow

Before I could protest or even understand the situation, Alexander Moriarty, introducing himself, took me by the hand and led me determinedly towards the hotel's other ballroom. My heart was racing with confusion and fear as we entered the lavishly decorated room.

The rows of guests turned their heads, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. A priest stood at the front, ready to lead the ceremony. My mind screamed for me to stop, to explain that this was all a mistake, but the grip of Alexander's hand on mine tightened, silencing any protest.

As we walked down the aisle together, my pulse quickened with each step. I tried to speak, to tell him that I wasn't his bride, but his piercing gaze silenced me with just a glance. The dominance in his demeanor was palpable, making me feel small and helpless before him.

The priest began the ceremony, his words echoing throughout the room as he spoke of love and commitment. My heart was racing as I looked for a way out, but Alexander's unwavering gaze held me.

"Liana Admore," the priest said.

Aurel shook her head. "That's not my name, it's Aurelie Jones."

Gosh, why should I correct him?

Alexander waved his hand. "Yes, her name is Aurelie Jones, say it quickly and get on with the show."

"Aurelie Jones, are you willing to accept Alexander Moriarty as your husband to be together in joy and sorrow."

I swallowed heavily, then looked up to stare at the man standing in front of me. He raised one eyebrow, waiting for my answer. The weight of his dominance suffocated me, making me unable to oppose him. With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, I whispered the words, "I do."

"Mr. Alexander Moriarty, do you accept ...."

The priest's line of questioning was unfinished, but Alexander cut him off, "Yes, I am willing to take her as my wife. May I kiss my bride now?"

My eyes widened at Alexander's question. Unable to avoid it, the face of the man who had just married me came closer and I immediately closed my eyes. However, a few seconds passed and I felt nothing on my lips. I opened my eyes and all I saw was Alexander giggling.

The room exploded with applause as Alexander pulled me into his arms, his smile triumphant as if he had won some great victory. However, as I stood there, trapped in his arms, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was gnawing at my insides.

As the celebration continued around us, I realized that I was now bound to a man I barely knew, trapped in a marriage built on lies and deception. And as I stole a glance at the wedding ring now on my finger, I knew that breaking free from Alexander Moriarty's grip would be no easy feat.

*.*.*.

As Jonathan's phone rang, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room, he excused himself with a surprised expression. Alexander's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched his secretary step out to take the call.

A few seconds later, Jhonatan returned, with a serious expression. "Sir, there has been an accident," he announced, his voice tight with concern. "The actress we hired to play your bride tonight has been hospitalized. It's serious."

Alexander's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing to understand the implications of Jonathan's words. But before he could answer, I spoke up, my voice trembling with emotion.

"I'm not an actress," I confessed, my words rushed and desperate. "I'm Aurel as I mentioned at the ceremony, and today was supposed to be my wedding day."

The confession hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of betrayal and heartache. I saw Alexander's expression change from confusion to disbelief, then finally understanding.

"Why didn't you say it sooner?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration and regret.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to find the words to explain, to make him understand the pain and sorrow I had been carrying since my world came crashing down around me.

"I tried," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "But you wouldn't listen."

As Alexander processed my words, a mixture of emotions appeared on his face-surprise, disbelief, and finally, determination. With a cold look in his eyes, he turned to Jhonatan, his voice sharp and firm.

"I don't care who she is," Alexander said, his words breaking the tension in the room. "Make a new contract for us," he asked Jhonatan.

Alexander's words cut through the heavy atmosphere, a flurry of emotions surging through me - shock, disbelief, and ultimately, a deep sense of resignation. His cold eyes pierced me like a knife, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.

I could only stay silent as Jhonatan quickly got to work, his fingers tapping away on his tablet to draft a new contract. The weight of Alexander's expectations weighed on me, and I felt as if I was suffocating under the weight of his indifference.

When Alexander turned his attention back to me, his determination evident in the air, I felt a lump in my throat.

"From now on, you will play the role of my wife," he said, his tone betraying no argument. "In public, you will behave as if nothing has changed. Do you understand?"

The words echoed in my mind, a harsh reminder of the role I was forced to play, a role I never asked for, a role I never wanted.

Reluctantly, I nodded weakly, unable to muster the strength to protest. The bitter taste of resignation was still on my tongue as I swallowed back the tears that were about to spill from my eyes.

"Yes, I understand," I muttered, my voice barely audible in the eerie silence that enveloped us.

As Jhonatan handed over the new contract, I picked up the pen with trembling fingers, my hand shaking as I signed my name. Each stroke of the pen felt like another nail in the coffin of my dreams, sealing my fate to a man who cared more about appearances than the pain etched into the depths of my soul.

And as we walked out of the room, the weight of the new contract heavy in my hands, I couldn't help but wonder if I would find a way to escape the prison of my own making, or if I was destined to play the role of Alexander's puppet for all eternity? No, I wouldn't.

"Jhonatan will take you to my home. For the duration of our contract, you must abide by every point of our contract," Alexander said in a heavy, intimidating voice.

I nodded back before Alexander walked away from me. I just stared at the broad back of the man wearing the dark blue tuxedo. His stride seemed arrogant as if he wanted to show that he was on a higher level than the people he passed.

"Wait here, Miss, I'll get the car in the basement of the hotel," Jhonatan said kindly, as if he broke off talking to his boss's wife.

"Yes, I'll wait for you," I replied, trying to sound friendly.

In the end I didn't wait for him because as soon as Jhonatan left, I ran out of the hotel lobby. It was foolish of those two men to think I would just go along with it. I didn't even know them. There's no telling if they might have some ulterior motive behind the strange inside that got me married to Alexander.

When I made it out of the hotel gates, I flagged down a taxi that took me to my apartment. The first thing I had to do was pack up the traitorous jerk's belongings and throw them away.

A plan is just a plan. Instead of throwing away Kyle's things, it was all I had to haul out of the apartment when the landlord came knocking on my door and said that I hadn't paid the rent since last month.

"But, Mrs. Murray, I paid it, including this month. Kyle sent it," I insisted because I had already given the money to Kyle.

"Do you think I'm going to come collect when you've already paid the rent? That boyfriend of yours clearly said that he would pay me by today at the latest. He asked for a waiver last month on the grounds that he was preparing for a wedding. I was nice enough to let you stay for free last month."

My eyes widened realizing that I was being fooled by Kyle again and again. Instead of crying, I laughed, laughing at myself for just figuring out that jerk's trickery.

"Why are you laughing, huh? How annoying, if you don't have money you shouldn't rent here. Get the hell out of my apartment!"