Chantylle Lanzetta is a spoiled brat only daughter. She was forced by her parents to marry Vren Marzon, the ruthless, heartless, business prodigy, because their company was failing. At first she declined it but when she found out that her boyfriend was cheating, she did a very impulsive decision. She agreed to marry Vren Marzon and it was too late to take it back. What life could she have after being married to the multi-billionare, Vren Marzon?
View MoreOn the way to the reception hall, I was silent again. Vren on the other hand was busy talking to someone over the phone while driving the car. Though I couldn’t clearly hear what they were talking about, I assumed it was about business because he mentioned the word ‘cancelled’. Maybe it was a meeting he cancelled. Few minutes before he put his phone down. He glanced at me reason why I panicked. He saw me looking at him! “We’re off to Bangkok after the reception. Did you already packed your things?” he asked. I nodded, still bothered of what I did. I looked at him and when I saw him staring at me, I looked away immediately. Speaking of Bangkok, it was his idea. Again. I did not protest to it since I also wanna go there. But of course, not because of our honeymoon. And thinkin
I still couldn’t stop crying while he was driving fastly. I can’t stop it. I was very scared. Everytime I close my eyes, I always remember that I almost die. I almost lose my life! It was very traumatic!When we finally went into our destination, I immediately went out of the car. I don’t know where did I got the energy for it. But then when I was already standing outside, I looked around, thinking that someome might shoot me again. Not sure if I was the target but it really scared me like hell!I wasn’t in myself the whole party. I was only sitting on my seat, staring blankly on a glass of wine infront of me and thinking of what has happened.Vren was out of nowhere but I bet he was wandering around to go and thank all of the guests. I was supposedly with him right now but in my state, I don’t think I can do
Today is our wedding day. And I couldn’t help but to feel nervous. I wanna back out. I am not yet ready for this. I mean, I am still 18 yet going to be married already! Now that it’s the most awaited day of everyone, I am kinda having second thoughts. I just realized that if I tie the knot with Vren, everything will change. Just thinking of Vren as my husband, I don’t think I will still have the right to do anything without his permission. I am freaking sure that I won’t be doing anymore what I was doing few months ago. I wouldn’t be free. I wouldn’t get the things I want. And the past weeks with him was the strongest evidence. I don’t want that. I hate that someone is controlling me. I hate that someone is against my decisions. I hate the feeling of I couldn’t do anything I want. &n
VREN I do not know where the hell she got that idea of hers but it made me really pissed. That is why before I could utter some wrong words to her, I immediately send her off to their house and left afterwards. I went back to my office, still bothered and mad for it. My friends still did not leave when I came inside. “Dude, what the fuck? You did not say that Chantylle Lanzetta is that stunning!” my friend, Race, told me as I walked towards my table. “Yeah. She’s hot!” said Clark. “Just lovely.” Spencer shrugged his shoulders. I glared at all of them. “Shut up. She’s mine,” I said before I sat down. “Woah!” Race reacte
After the woman came inside the office, I went inside too. My eyes darted into Vren quickly. He is now sitting on his swivel chair, playing the fountain pen in his hands while talking. Meanwhile, his friends were still sitting on the couch. They were talking and laughing so loud.My eyes went to the woman who is now standing beside Vren. I raised my eyebrow when I saw her pulling down her off-shoulder clothes making her cleavage more visible.I gritted my teeth and walked towards them. Vren looked at me and stopped playing his pen. His brows furrowed.“Papa said that you need to take me home now,” I said, narrowing my eyes on him. I sent him dagger looks that made him looked at me with confuse eyes. His forehead creased even more.“Your father did not call me yet.”
These people! Why do they think so low of me? I crossed my arms and my forehead creased when Vren went in. I saw him glanced at me before he started the engine. I rolled my eyes and looked outside the window. Good thing Vren did not talk to me on the way to their hotel or else I will be ending up really in a very bad mood. Our wedding reception is going to be held in Marzon Group of Hotels. And I did not dare to protest in that decision of them because I myself, love their hotel. I was mesmerized to the highs-class beauty of it. It was really fascinating. No wonder why it is a five star hotel. No wonder why they are so wealthy. So rich. I was in deep thoughts on the ride and if Vren did not opened the door for me, I would not notice that we are already in our destination. Our eyes accidentally met again and this time, I sucessfully avoided the eyes first. I cleared my throat as I went o
“Eli.. Uh.. I will explain later—” “Why not now?!” she shouted over the line angrily. “Chantylle, why are you hiding things to us now?” I closed my lips. Guilt spread all over my system. I glanced at Vren who doesn’t have a single idea what was happening. I cleared my throat and and seated properly but I immediately regretted that because it made him looked at me. Vren furrowed his brows at me with a questioning eyes. I gulped and ignored him. I turned to Eliana who was still on the line. I sighed. “I am planning to tell you girls about that—” When?” Eliana cut me off. “When we know everything now? Chantylle I thought we are friends? Yet you hide things to us! And you are always late telling us the truth!” I gulped. I turned my head to Vren again and saw that he is now glancing at me with brows deeply furrowed. “
“Do you like it?” Auntie Amanda asked as she looked at me with hopeful eyes. I looked at the long white elegent gown infront of me. It was lovely. So classic and decent. I can almost picture myself wearing it. “I do not just like it, I love it! So much, Auntie. Thank you!” I said happily. Funny though. I do not like the wedding but I love the wedding gown. The design were just too exquisite to ignore. Auntie Amanda clapped her hands in delight. “I am glad you liked it! We have rushed that because your mother said that your wedding will be on next week! You guys aren’t that excited, huh?” I just smiled at her. When I fitted the gown, it suits perfectly to me. My smile just won’t fade. And for a fleeting moment, I feel so excited. The wedding is going to be in a church because Mama don’t like us to be wed in the west. They do not like it
“Don’t you have something to do with your life? Why do I have to be with you?” I spatted to Vren’s face as I sat inside his luxury car. It was one of a hella week. Five days to go before our wedding and here I am, still has nothing to do. Eveything is not in my will. My parents wants me to prepare every damn details about the wedding with Vren. You must be with Vren here, Vren there. Vren everywhere! It was frustrating! Everytime I woke up, Vren was already downstairs so much ready for our schedule! “Maybe because I’m the groom,” he said sarcastically. I glared at him. My life was really in hell when I am with him. He always piss me off big time! Even though when he is not doing anything wrong, his face still piss me off. He started maneuvering the car while I turned my head into the window. Somehow, this wedding preparation is making me forgot about Alec
The novel is about a dark romance with a fixed marriage with a billionaire. Chantylle's life changes after their family's company is failing. She is betrothed to a multi-millionaire to save their family's wealth even if it is against her. But her mind changes after finding out that her boyfriend is cheating on her. But her marriage with Vren Manzon could only make things worse for her to experience, but for her parents' satisfaction because she can learn to be patient under Vren's hands - not of an easy training but in the embrace of terror...
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