Love After Marriage： My Poor Husband Is A President

I stood before the mirror, adorned in a beautiful white wedding gown, clutching a bouquet of garden roses and pink ranunculus.Everything, from the makeup to the accessories, was flawless. Joy and hope sparkled in my azure eyes.My wedding stylists bustled around me, performing the final checks on my appearance. In the background, the symphonic music played in the hall, enveloping us in a soothing ambiance.I had, for God knows how many times, imagined the image of Damon's face, brimming with excitement as he beheld me in my wedding attire for the first time. Each time I imagined it, my anticipation to see him looking handsome and debonair in his tuxedo grew stronger.Damon and I had been in love for years. He was the ray of light in my dark life, and today, we were taking the step into marriage. It also meant I could break free from my suffocating and toxic family.The lavish wedding reception held at the upscale hotel was graced by influential figures from politics and business. The

I took a photo of the freshly printed marriage certificate and uploaded it to Facebook. Soon, my phone started buzzing with a barrage of notifications.Messages from my parents, and even from Damon and Katherine.They were shocked and infuriated, asking me what was going on.I didn't explain, I turned off my phone, cutting myself off from the outside world.A sense of satisfaction after revenge stirred within me. Though this risky decision couldn't yet prove what fate this man might bring into my life."Regretting it?" Bradyn's sudden question disrupted my thoughts as we drove to his home.The sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a shadow on his impeccably handsome profile. For a moment, Icouldn't help but wonder if there really could be a man so effortlessly elegant and divine."No! How could I!" I shook my head; I never felt regret for things in the past. As I looked at the engagement ring Damon had given me on my finger, it filled me with nothing but disgust.I strug

The car headed south, and we quickly arrived at an estate located in the heart of Kansas.The grand Roman-style architecture exuded luxury wherever you looked. It was even larger than the mansion Bradyn and I were staying at!I began to doubt Bradyn's words; he said it was lent to him by his superior, but he was actually from a wealthy noble family!However, I didn't recall the Capel surname or hear about it from my father. Bradyn gentlemanly opened the car door for me, and a well-dressed, elegant man approached us.He greeted us respectfully."Mrs. Capel is waiting for you in the living room," I assumed he must be the butler here.When I first saw Mrs. Capel, I was deeply struck by her elegant beauty.She had a head of envy-worthy golden hair and captivating deep blue eyes.At that moment, I realized why Bradyn had such handsome features."Hello, Mrs. Capel." I approached and nodded at her."Hello, Fiona." Mrs. Capel warmly took my hand and kissed my cheek. She told me there was no

I went back to my bedroom and heard water crashing in the bathroom next door. It was Bradyn taking a shower.I put the two agreements on the nightstand.I had already signed it, and the assistant told me to bring it to Bradyn and sign it.Then, each of us would keep a copy, making our marriage officially contractual.At this point, my heart was racing a little, and I didn't know if it was because I was anxious to see how Bradyn would react to me signing without hesitation or if it was because he was on the other side of that frosted glass door, presumably undressed.How can I put it? It's a very vivid image.All I knew was that he dresses very well, but before today, I had never really imagined him naked.I blushed and wanted to do something to take my mind off it.My phone had been off all day, and when I finally turned it on, a barrage of notifications flooded in, as if my phone had caught a virus.[Fiona, where the hell have you been?][What's going on with that marriage certificat

The sheet on the other side of the bed was cold, as if no one had slept.I didn't know if Bradyn slept next to me last night.Maybe after he's done what husbands were supposed to do, he's in a separate room with me?I moved my limp legs and took the letter of agreement on the nightstand.He had already taken one of them, signed the other, and left it for me, using his own stamp.The lion with the sword, his family seal.He signed it. Our contract was sealed.So, two years from now, I would leave Bradyn and started a new life of freedom for myself.There was an indescribable feeling in my heart. Was I happy to look forward to it?No, I don't think so. I turned on my phone and checked my messages.[Fiona, where are you? Are you okay? Can I see you?]It was Rachel, my best friend and the maid of honor at my wedding.I quickly called her and heard her excited voice."Fiona, are you okay? I mean, what's been going on with you these last few days, with all the over-the-top news and stuff o