CHAPTER 3: BECOMING AN ULTRA BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE

Alyssa sat rigid in the limousine. At this time, she was meant to think of the ice cream flavour to enjoy with Kate.

Now she was getting married.

She glanced at the man beside her, her husband.

The word was foreign to her. It was a place she had only imagined for Conner, but now someone else filled it up.

Kate had always joked about her impulsive actions and decisions.

But never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her impulsiveness would get her legally bound to the such a person.

Even Conner didn't own a limousine.

Her stomach lurched forward. This was beyond her.

“You are awfully quiet.” Harrison’s rich voice echoed behind her. “I thought you were excited to prove a point to me. Are you going to admit defeat now?” He almost pulled a smile.

Alyssa turned to him. “I stand by the fact that I can make you believe in love. Your fancy car and title does not change anything,” she said defiantly.

Harrison rolled his eyes. “You could not even maintain your own relationship.”

What? That was not her fault at all!

Alyssa’s face instantly turned red, and she faced the window. This was a lot better than indulging that block of wood.

She wanted to talk back, but he might actually be Harrison Alexander the Fifth, he could do so much by lifting his fingers.

Suddenly, an idea hit her. “Wouldn’t your wealthy parents disagree if you bring an ordinary civilian for marriage?”

Harrison looked at her, his deep blue eyes piercing, as if trying to see if she was playing any tactics.

“My parents have no say in whosoever I choose to wed,” he uttered lazily, then his eyes went up.

“Alfred, please tell him to drive faster. I have a lot of work to do after this.”

Alfred perked up from the front seat after hearing his name.

“The court is in sight, Sir.”

Fifteen minutes later, Alyssa walked out of the court as if she was in a trance.

“Miss Alyssa. I'm sorry, but you would be following a different transport from the Master,” Alfred spoke, drawing her attention.

“Oh, is there a reason why?” It was then Alyssa noticed that Harrison had already left.

“Master Harrison had something urgent to deal with.”

“Oh, okay. Can I go to my own house now?” Alyssa asked, contemplating if she could use this chance and leave the country.

Alfred smiled, shaking his head. “I'm afraid not, Miss Alyssa,” he said, before beckoning her towards the vehicle.

“Oh my heavens! Is that an armoured Mercedes Maybach? S-Class?” Alyssa's eyes widened, and she rushed down.

“I see you knows your cars. Yes, it is,” Alfred answered her as they came closer to the car.

Alyssa inhaled. Maybe marrying an ultra billionaire was not a bad idea after all.

The Mercedes Maybach drove into a large iron gate, and it opened up to a large expanse of land.

At the centre stood a large castle, with other buildings surrounding it. Around the pristine castle was a golden gate, manned by two security blocks.

Alyssa pushed the door open, stepping out to face the tall, gloomy mansion. The afternoon sunrays were what gave it colour.

“Miss Alyssa, the guards are there to assist you in opening the door,” Alfred said when he came to her side.

“Thank you, but it is faster if I do that myself.” Alyssa gave him a small smile. She knew it was for her safety, but was there a need when they were at their destination?

Not saying anything, Alfred led her inside.

“Would I have to meet Harrison's parents, please?” Alyssa asked.

Her eyes were everywhere, taking in the massiveness of just the living room.

The dark colours gave her a headache. No wonder that guy was like that.

‘I don't believe in love.’ Alyssa chuckled in her head. How could you believe in love when you feed your eyes with darkness?

“Master Harrison lives alone, but I'm sure he would inform you when you need to make an appearance to your in-laws,” Alfred answered.

Alyssa's eyes widened. “Lives all by himself? That is sad.”

“He likes his privacy,” Alfred continued.

“Does he have any hobbies or things he loves doing?” Alyssa asked.

“He is currently engaged in his companies,” Alfred was cautious with his answers. There were times when the Master had such things until that fateful day.

It was best not to divulge anything until he was sure this new woman could be trusted.

“When will he come back, please?” Alyssa sighed, sitting on one of the sofas.

“Master Harrison comes back very late in the night due to his immense workload. But a guard contacted me, and he would be home in an hour for dinner.”

Alyssa slowly nodded.

Getting an experience of Harrison's living experience made her realise she would have to put effort into winning his heart.

However, she did not love him either, except he was a very handsome man, which was actually good enough.

Pinching her nose bridge, she scolded herself for being impulsive.

“I'm never drinking wine again.”

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In the Winters Mansion.

Conner threw his phone against the wall, startling Clara.

“Darling, what is wrong?” Clara inched forward. She had a feeling it was because of Alyssa’s return.

“She actually went and got married. I cannot believe Alyssa would do this. What is her play? Does she have something that would stand against us?” Conner moved his fingers through his hair.

Clara moved back with a slight frown on her face.

This was supposed to be her moment.

The spotlight was finally on her and now Alyssa had found a way to drag it back, just like when they were children.

Clara dug her nails into her palms, letting the pain clear her mind. She had gone out of her way, hiring those men to kill Alyssa, yet it was fruitless.

However, giving up was never an option.

“Baby, you are thinking too much about this. Remember, we have our wedding on the way,” Clara uttered, moving to stand in front of Conner.

Seeing the teary gaze in Clara's eyes, Conner smiled before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“I know, Clara. But Grandfather is making it hard. I do not think the wedding would hold this month either, unless Alyssa can convince Grandfather to let us be,” Conner explained.

“Do we really need Grandfather’s agreement? He is not the one getting married!” Clara thought out loud.

Conner nodded. “He is the patriarch of the Winters Family. His agreement must be given as long as he lives.”

“I see. Alright then. I hope Alyssa would consider the good you have done for her and help us out,” Clara smiled and rested on her fiancé's chest.

Either way, she would still become the Winters’ bride.