The Billionaire's Contract Wife

e with my reflection in the brightly lit full length mirror. My stomach drops and I feel the tears spring into my

frothy lace line the bodice and sleeves and the bottom opens out in large swaths of even more lace. It's so h

t?". I ask, my voic

nt of me and yanks a tissue paper from the box on standby, pressing it gently onto my eyes to dab away my tears. "You look beautiful, Vaness

ght but she of everyone also knew that just like the years, trends come and go. She would have w

e paper in her hand and flashes me a quick, watery smile

wice and both times, I was really not impressed. He talks with his mouth wide open, laughs like a clown, has an astonishingly shiny bald spot even though he's just 29, can't stop referring to his parents as "mummy" and "daddy", makes crude jokes about how impressive he's sure my "bedr

s. Well built, handsome and packed with more than enough good humour to go around. He's that parent that laughs first when you fall before offering to help you up, the one who loves to play pranks, the one who laughs at your prom date's ill fitting suit r

u too". I mu

ugh I should feel bad, I find myself relieved that at least one pers

m so sorry". He'

e". Camilla chides. I b

iling. "The dress real

ress would look like this on you. Your mum looked so radiant when she wore it those many years ago". I smile at him. I'm happy that he now

ions of taking us back, she hadn't allowed him. I wish he had fought harder to take us. I wouldn't be here right now, marrying a complete stranger in the hopes of cementing the merger between two companies. Three weeks ago, my aunt had wasted no time reminding me of everything

small round of applause from behind the adjoining door and Camilla goes to peep. When she

rns the door knob, flashing me a quick smile. "See you outside". She says and goes outside, launching my entrance. My fa

me down the aisle. Cody is at the other end and as we get closer, I see how wide his smile is. It takes all I have not to break down right here. I fina

". The priest's voice rings out. "If there's anyone with any ob

my eyes this time. This is it, I'm marrying this man. It's true. After

y pronou

comes a figure. He walks leisurely down the aisle in an expensive three suit piece suit, his eyes shaded with the darkest sun glasses eve

ttention is focused on this mysterious ma