Arranged to Adored: My cold billionaire husband

ELLEN I've always thought of marrying the man I'll fall in love with, he will make me have butterflies, I'd love to have cute babies for him, and we will live happily ever after just like in those fairy tales stories I read all the time in my room. The joy of having one's Prince charming had always been in my imagination, but I guess all these won't apply to me anymore. I sighed at the thought of it, getting into a marriage of convenience with such hopes was not feasible for me. "If that's what you want, then I will marry him." I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but if this would make my grandfather feel better, then I would grant him his wishes. His eyes sparked, the wrinkles on his forehead straightening out a bit. "My princess..." he coughed and reached out to the glass of water on the chest beside his bed. I grabbed the glass before he could and gave him water to drink. "Here," I muttered. He returned the glass to the chest. "Are you sure of this, my princess?" I took in a deep breath. "Yes grandfather, I will marry Nicholas and fulfill your wish." My grandfather coughed again, his health worsened by the day, and it made me sad. He was the only family I had left after the death of my parents. I still had nightmares from what happened that day, which made me always keep to myself, I wouldn't want to think much about it so as not to go into shock. "Nicholas is a good man, and I'm sure he will treat you right," Grandfather assured, and I could only nod my head at his words. I hope so. I thought. Furthermore, I knew nothing of the man I would be getting married to soon except he goes by the name Nicholas King, the heir to the multibillionaire who owns the KING ENTERPRISES. We've never met before. I'm curious to know the kind of man he is, yet I didn't check him on the tabs. I wanted to know if he was looking forward to this marriage as much as I was, or if I shouldn't expect much. "I better get ready, since you said he would be coming here today for our dance lesson," I said nervously and rose to my feet. I would be meeting the man I would be getting married to soon. Grandfather smiled at me before waving me off, I closed the door gently behind me so as not to disturb my grandfather who was about to sleep. I walked quietly down the hallway, glancing at the generational pictures of my family hanging on the wall. I came from a wealthy class of family and had everything I wanted except losing my parents to the cold hands of death. I missed them so much. Pangs of guilt filling up my chest. If only I could change back time and set things the right way they should be... But what has happened has happened and I would never forgive myself for it. I took a turn to the left and got to my chambers. I let out a shaky breath, my mind wandering back to the man I would spend the rest of my life with. I hope he's someone that I would fall in love with. I've always believed in love at first sight, and I hope he feels the same way too. NICHOLAS Annoyed is an understatement, I walked out on my parents and grandfather, who just broke the news to me that I would be getting married to Young's granddaughter in the next two days. "Nicholas, how dare you walk out on us?" my mother questioned, following me behind. I stopped in my tracks. "Mother you don't expect me to say vows to someone I don't know and commit to them." "You will love her." Grandfather said, and I huffed, running my fingers on my temple. I turned around and faced them. "I won't, I'm in love with someone else." "Who? That Monica of a girl is who you love?" my mom made a sinister laugh, and I found myself rolling my eyes at her. "There's nothing wrong with her mother, if only you get to know her," I said. "I know she's a gold digger." "Mom!"   She's seriously not saying that to my face. Everyone knows Monica and I are meant for each other. How could she say she was a gold digger just because she wanted me to marry someone I knew nothing about? Who was she, though? I checked her on social media when my parents had made mention of her some time ago, and she wasn't available on any of the social networks. How could I associate myself with someone who lacked social skills? "Dad?" I stared at my father, who hadn't said anything yet after my outburst in the library. "You will marry her and the company will be yours," he spoke, and I fisted my hands by my side. Now, they are giving me conditions on what I rightfully own just because of this girl. I hate her now. I fumed. "You can't do this to me,"  I closed the distance between my father, staring deeply into his eyes. "So, if I don't marry this girl I won't have the company, is that what you're saying?" I gritted. "Yes." He said firmly, and I chuckled bitterly, not believing my ears. "Fine, have it your way then." I glared at him, then at my mother and grandfather, who had orchestrated the whole plan from the beginning. I turned to take my leave. "You have a dance practice with your soon-to-be bride this afternoon, you'll get to meet her." Mother said loudly behind me while I took heavy steps toward my room. The door of my room closed with a loud thud and I looked up to see my best friend, Tommy, lying comfortably on my bed. A sigh escaped my lips. "Hey, man..." He started, the corner of his lip curving into a smirk. "You look like you're about to kick someone's as—" "Save it." I flared at him, adjusting my tie to let air run through my lungs. "Okay," Tommy raises his hands in surrender. "But what's wrong?" I knew he wasn't going to back off immediately. "Be my best man in the next two days and save me the stress." I slump on the bed. "You are getting married?" "Uhn uhn," I mumbled against the blue duvet. "Don't tell me it's that red-haired," He said, and I lifted my face to glare at him. "Why do you all not see Monica for who she is?" "We do... you're just the blind one who doesn't see what she's up to." Tommy retorted. I frowned. "She is not the one I'm getting married to." "Then who is the lucky girl, how come I haven't known or met her yet?" Tommy smiles, I bury my face in my palms and sit up. "That's because I don't even know her," An amused look settled on Tommy's face. "You are getting hooked up?" "That's crazy..." he laughs. "I know, don't tell me about it," I muttered to myself. I have a practice with her this afternoon, and I'm in no mood to meet her yet... I want nothing to do with her. My phone beeped, and a message popped on the screen, I found myself smiling while reading the message. It was from my love, Monica, and an idea came to my mind. "Tommy, still good with your dancing steps?" "Yeah?" "I need you to do something for me," I said, and he looked up as he stopped fondling with his phone. "A request?" He c***s his brows at me. "Yes, something like that."