Broken Billionaire's Bride

HAYFA ABDULRAHMAN KASSEM ’S POV As I took my seat I caught sight of it; a blood red rose tucked in the locker compartment of my desk. A small smile crossed my lips on seeing it, it wasn’t the first I had received of recent, but like always I feared it would be the last. What I didn’t understand was why anyone would take interest in the almost invisible girl in school. Not that I blamed anyone for not noticing me, not at all. As a kid I had made myself as scarce and quiet as I could be, no one ever noticed me, and I was cool with it. Why? I, Hayfa Abdulrahman Kassem, have been betrothed to my cousin; the arrangements long concluded before I was born, thus, training to be the perfect wife and daughter in law was made my first and only priority. For twenty two years I have lived having not a single soul to call a friend, of course mother said it didn’t matter, but the feeling of loneliness was one I couldn’t shrug. The wedding is to take place after graduation, and graduation is

HAIDAR’S POV Zarah laughed. “Oh Hussein, you have a problem”. She drawled. “Alright alright”. He said raising his hand in surrender. “Well Haidar, we’ll leave now”. I nodded. “Thanks for dropping by”. I said as I made my way around the table. “Yup”. Zarah replied. Not much was said as I saw them off, I left orders with my secretary telling her I wanted no one else in my office, not even my parents, especially not them, with that I returned to my seat. Left to my solitude once more I turned on my laptop with the intention of getting to work, however, once it was connected to the Wi-Fi notifications began begun trooping in, I blinked as I caught sight of an article, it couldn’t be, I had to be mistaking, but of course I wasn’t.‘KASSEM WEDDING PART TWO’ More of its kind flowed in, and as much as I wanted to look away I couldn’t, I began scrolling. HAI-FA HAY-DAR Stupid articles like these were all

HAYFA’S POV Today’s the party, everything’s set, and my dress fits perfectly. Mother took her time and did my makeup herself, she kept talking about Haidar and I was almost dizzy and nauseous from anxiety. Every step I took down the stairs which lead into the event hall felt like torture, every breath I took sort to choke me, my body trembled so bad I feared I would faint. The lights soon went dim and my heart almost leapt out of my chest when the limelight suddenly came on and settled upon me, silence traveled all over the hall like wind would, the only sound that could be heard were the clacking sounds of my heels against the marble floors. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, it felt as though I would melt under their scrutiny. My eyes darted around in search of nothing in particular, I didn’t know what I sort to find but as my gaze landed on a familiar face everything seemed to come a halt. ~~ HAIDAR’S POV I glanced at my phone when it beeped for the hundredth time, I had re

She stood there bathed in the soft golden hue of the limelight, she was dressed in a long red gown, the smooth fabric glistened ever so slightly as it absorbed the lights causing her to look almost ethereal. My gaze raked over her form slowly, from her shoes to her dress; how it fitted her perfectly, how the snug sleeves trailed down her hands, her face; the delicate features, from her wide almond shaped eyes to the soft curve of her nose, to her lips; small but full. And the golden veil wrapped loosely around her hair, she was…..beautiful.She was beautiful but I could see feel the nervousness oozing off her from where I stood, I could see the uncertainty in her eyes as she begun descending the stairs slowly, the quiet sounds of her heels clacking against the tiled steps were all that could be heard as the hall had hushed completely. I recalled what Aunt Atina had said and I began making my way towards the staircase. ‘Do you think her dress is a Versace?’. ‘Look at those shoes….’.

“What game are you trying to play, Haidar? I watched you throw that cold attitude at Hayfa throughout the evening”. My mother hissed. “What would you rather have me do? Pretend to be something I’m not?”. I asked her.“Don’t talk to your mother like that, Haidar”. Father chastised. I shook my head, I wasn’t exactly pleased at the moment.“No, it’s you who shouldn’t talk to me like this, both of you”. I said to them. “I believe we owe each other some level of respect seeing that I’m not a kid anymore”. “I beg your pardon”. Father said. I pried my gaze from my laptop screen and met his.“Just because I choose to avoid a scandal and get married to Hayfa doesn’t mean I can’t do what I want”. I said to him and his expression hardened. “We’re getting married in a week’s time, I beg of you to let me be till then”. He made to say something but I shook my head.“Don’t lecture me about my attitude, don’t talk to me about the party, don’t talk to me about the wedding, and don’t talk to m