Married to a billionaire boss

Married to a billionaire boss

kwin quin

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Walking down the isle with a long white gown to the alter is every girls dream but Anna case is different, because she is getting married for another reason. To escape hell.... "Will the couple hold hands and take the vows".. the priest said jotting back to reality,.. she stared at the man in front of her, she was getting married to, seeing his cold eyes towards her couldn't stop her from getting amazed by his handsome looks. "Will you bring your hands or not", he spoke in an icy tone causing Anna to o flinch for a second Glancing at his cold gaze in fear she could feel shivers run down her spine... "Oh my goodness am I escaping hell or entering hell?" She murmur silently....

Chapter 1 The wedding..

Walking down the isle feeling so perplexed and downcast is Anna, as the congregation stared at her in amazement,cause she is stunning and beautiful people couldn't help but look at her twice.

Walking down the isle with a long white gown to the alter is every girls dream but Anna case is different, because she is getting married for another reason. To escape hell. She needs to start afresh with this given opportunity, she need to be free for once in her life, although confused if she is making the right decision, she just had to escape from numerous pains she has been through

Will the couple hold hands and take the vows".. the priest said jotting back to reality,she stared at the man in front of her, she was getting married to, seeing his cold eyes towards her couldn't stop her from getting amazed by his handsome looks.

"Will you bring your hands or not", he spoke in a icy tone causing Anna to o flinch for a second

Looking at his cold gaze, she shook in fear she could feel shivers run down her spine..

"Oh my goodness am I escaping hell or entering hell" she murmur silently

She stretch her hand towards her soon to be husband as they said their vow

"Repeat after me".. The priest said. "I Anna Smith vow to be a good wife,to love and cherish you and to respect you, be there for you in sickness and in health rich or poor"

"I Anna Smith vow to be your wife, to love and cherish you, to respect you, be there for you in sickness and in health, Rich or poor", Anna repeated

"Now place the ring on his finger."..the priest said

Anna took the ring given to her and place it on his left finger causing applause from the congregation

"Will the groom say after me"...the priest said

"I Mr Caison Adams vow to be your husband from today and I"...

"I Mr Caison Adams vow to do the same Caison interrupted the priest causing the priest to look at him dumbfounded

You didn't com...the priest tried to speak only to receive an icy stare from the groom, the congratulations where left silent

"Ahem" the priest cleared his throat staring at the cold young man through his glasses

"Now put the ring on her left of finger" the priest said Caison took the diamond ring and place it on Anna finger. Emotionlessly

Anna. Could feel cold on her back as couldn't react in fear as she kept thinking, what the hell have put myself in, did I make the right decision, she wouldn't help but ask herself

"I Now promise you husband and wife ,, you may kiss your bride".

The priest said as the congratulations gave an applause bringing back Anna from her taught as she felt a soft kiss on her lips on her cheek, she didn't feel the lip for five five seconds .. due to the cold stare she got from him causing her to flinch back s little

The audience where still clapping but only Anna knows how scary his eyes where a few seconds ago As she lament silently Oh God

Not long after the audience started congratulating them only for the groom to walk away leaving her at the alter. Anna watch him walk away and gave a sigh after staring at her wedding ring, it was indeed beautifull, she has never wore anything like this before

"Anna" someone called her as she turned to see who did, who else of not Racheal, she was the reason she made this kind of decision in the first place, she rolled her eyes as Racheal approach her

"Big sis you are now a married woman congratulations" Racheal said cheerfully hugging her with a huge smile on her face only Anna can see through her pretense...

"Can you stop the pretense" Anna said breaking the hug, "I'm already getting nauseous" but Rachel won't move

"I am not pretending sis, am so happy for you and myself most importantly I won't really have to see you and put up with you in my daily life and I can finally get what I want" she whispered in Anna's ear

Anna almost teared up as she remembered how she got here

**Flash back**

At Braemer a country side in Scotland

"You have to leave the village and go meet your family in the capital, you can't stay like this forever" Mrs Laura said softly

"No...grandma am not leaving you here alone besides,those family you talked about abandoned me years ago, you are the only family I have" Anna said resting her head on her grandma knee

"Mmm Mrs Laura sighed, you know my heart disease is getting worse each passing day and the doctors made conclusions few days ago that it will be difficult for me to recover at my age" Mrs Laura continued

"No no no don't say that grandma Anna said to raising her head, she stared at her grandma for a few seconds with teary eyes"...

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