Royal CEO

                                The ceremony passed in a blur with traditional wedding music, we exchanged vows, and I had mulled over it more than a hundredth time. 

      'Why am I here? Why didn't I run away?' I thought but something stopped me. We could say my father coaxed me in.

      Nothing could soothe my nerves. I couldn't run away. The global hysteria over my impending wedding was the lead story on every channel. I couldn't lose myself in the wedding. It wasn't my choice. My thinking was no comfort to me. 

       My dad offered me the money I wanted for my business. It was shocking when I heard him. But he repeated it for me. I wouldn't call it business. I wanted a school for needy kids in South Africa. That demanded money. So I was here. Keeping my words, that I made to my father. I was officially into this alone. 

      He brushed a gentle kiss across my mouth after we were being pronounced man and wife. It made my pulse pounded in my ears and butterflies swirled in my belly. I couldn't ignore the chills it gave me. 

      ' I'm twenty-seven years old. I got married to the Royal CEO of Steel Industries. It's unbelievable. But he has a castle somewhere in Dover. My husband is two years older than me, gorgeous, six feet tall, and muscular. He is the dream of every girl, but not mine. I wanted to be single and wanted to adopt two kids. I have no problem physically. I just don't wanna get married. Single life is a happy life. Someone ditched me in college. It created hate for all men. Our family has booked a honeymoon suite for us in a five-star hotel. My husband has booked another room, next to our suite's door. Not because he wanted some privacy. It's because he wants to spend the night with an experienced woman, not a virgin like me. He doesn't need to know this.' 

              Arrogant future king! 

         I cracked open the door. He forgot to lock it in his ecstasy. I snorted inward. I needed a strong reason to get rid of him, this wedding. 

        ' Dad has already transferred the promised money to my account. I don't need to stay with him, in an unwanted wedding. We're over, though, we haven't even started. '

       I darted my gaze around. A brunette was wearing a tight red dress, revealing most of the parts of her gorgeous body. She walked into the room in her red stiletto. Her dress was barely covering her a**. I wanted to hit her with the pillow that was resting beside me on the couch. But it wasn't her fault. There was nothing to be jealous of. We're not a couple.

       I sneaked into his room because that was the only hope. Giving room service extra money, I got the extra key to his room. I was his wife. As both rooms were booked with his name. So it wasn't difficult for me. Though, he must have instructed someone. I didn't care. I got what I wanted. A strong reason to get rid of him. The hotel wasn't far from our wedding hall. 

        I walked into his room slowly. I was hiding behind the curtains. I clicked his picture, kissing her, sucking her, and a small clip of it. That was enough. I contorted my lips in disgust. I just wish I had more time to think, to decide. I did what seemed right at that moment. Now I was feeling trapped in an unwanted wedding, and… no doubt - unwanted. 

     ' Look what a king-in-waiting is doing! '

      I wanted to snort but he couldn't know that they weren't alone. I was irritated before I saw myself out. Before he could strip her, I returned to our room, which was my room now. I could feel my blood boiling in my veins. My anger did not make sense to me. I smiled seeing the bright side. 

       Irritation strains my voice, ''Why did he marry me? Well! It's working in my favor, my profit.'' I shrugged my shoulders as I walked into my room. I was overtired from the wedding, especially what I just saw now. 

      ' I'm five feet two inches tall, slim, and have blue eyes. He has brown eyes, jet-black hair, and a body like a model. It benefitted him to get a brunette on his wedding night. He's a king. He can get wha

tever he desires. '