Married to the vengeful billionaire

You will get married to the second master of the Louis Family in place of your sister!" "But Dad, people" "People don't have to know it is you, you will be hidden under the veil. The second master of the Louis Family is handicapped anyway, he doesn't have the right to complain." "Dad, if the patriarch finds out he will be mad. He might even kill me, Dad..." Mitchell tried to explain but she was not paid any attention. "It's your duty to make sure your sister's life doesn't get ruined, she is a superstar and you are nothing! If I have to choose to sacrifice one then it will be you." "After getting married to the handicapped second master, it can't be revoked so the family will have to accept you that way. They can't force you to divorce him." Mitchell lowered her head in defeat, her father was right. She was not a star like her sister, not even up to her sister's level of being a superstar. She had been a burden all her life. Her only worry was Ken, Ken would not take the news lightly. "Dad, what about Ken? I am engaged to him, he will be heartbroken forever if he finds out...." Mitchell muttered sniffling, she was stuck between obeying her dad and hurting the man she loved. "I will do the explaining, you don't have to worry. Remember the marriage will only last for two years, after two years you can still get married to Ken." Edgar remarked in a convincing tone. Mitchell admitted defeat, she would obey her father. She only hoped Ken was willing to wait for her and not leave her behind for two years. She would sacrifice two years of her life for her family, it wasn't short but it wasn't long either. "Mitchell, you know I love you right? In the same way, I love your sister, I love you both equally. I am trying to make the best decision for you both, don't worry you will be fine." Edgar added rubbing Mitchell's arm to console her. Mitchel's lips tightened into a smile, she nodded her head. Standing at the end of the aisle, Mitchell thought about the conversation she had had with her father two days before now. Her face was well hidden under the thick white veil, the people around her had smiles on their faces. Although everyone was smiling, there was one person in the crowd who refused to smile. It was the man she was to marry, he sat in the wheelchair with a frown on his face. Although crippled and handicapped, he was good-looking. Mitchell had got a clear of his face just yet, but from his side profile, she concluded that he looked good. Mitchell braced herself for the new dimension her life was about to take, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath ready to walk down the aisle. "Don't be too fast Mitchell, your father is supposed to walk you down the aisle." Esther (Mitchell's stepmother) whispered in Mitchell's ear, holding her back from walking forward. Mitchell Yelp in pain from her stepmother's hold, hastily nodded her head and stood once again. In no time Edgar appeared before the crowd, he was all smiles and waves. He brought his hand forward and Mitchell held onto it. The walk on the aisle felt like a journey of a thousand miles meant to end her life. Mitchell felt no matter how hard she tried to brace herself and walk confidently, she would never be as confident as her sister. "Walk properly Mitchell, we don't want anyone getting suspicious," Edgar remarked pressing his fingers on her. Mitchell nodded and maintained her steps, at long last they got to the altar. While the people erupt in cheers, the bride and the groom frown unhappy at their situation. It felt like ages before the priest finished talking, it was time to say the vows. "Do you Dylan Louis, take Maria Edgar as your lawfully wedded ....." "Yes, I do." The groom interrupted the priest not giving him a chance to finish talking, he raised his brows towards Mitchell to do the same. The crowd erupted in an awkward shout and whispers, the priest lost his composure for a brief moment before he regained it once again. "Yes, I do too," Mitchell whispered for only the ears of the priest and her groom. They couldn't tell who she was from her tone but the other people in the crowd would be able to tell she was a replacement, as they knew her sister's voice pretty well. "By the power bestowed on me, I now proclaim you man and wife! You may now kiss the bride." The priest remarked closing the book of vows. Mitchell was struck awkwardly by the priest's words, her gaze landed on the man sitting in the wheelchair. Her husband, he was her husband now, he wore a cold and nonchalant expression on his face. The people in the crowd cheered trying to dispense the awkward hair. Dylan gazed at the crowd with a cold look in his eyes, he gestured towards the man beside him who bent to hear him speak. "If the wedding is over, I would like to return to the villa now." "Ah, yes second young master." The man bowed and quickly walked towards the patriarch of the family, he informed him what the second young master was demanding. "Let the child go back, take his new wife along too. Her things will be brought by her family driver. He doesn't like starting, let him go." The old patriarch remarked with a wave of his hand smiling happily. The man nodded and returned to Dylan's side. He gestured towards Mitchell and asked the woman behind Mitchell to lead her on the way too. Soon the couples were out of sight. Standing at the top of the staircase, a man clothes in a black tuxedo stood with his hands akimbo. A smirk played on his lips.