Chapter One- Who the fuck invented marriages?

Isabella point of view.

When I was younger, I hated the idea of being tied down to one person for the rest of your life, forgiving them every single time they did something wrong and starting all over again.

A social ceremony to keep people down.

"So you prefer just dating? No strings attached?" Cameron had asked me the first time I talked about my view on marriage.

I rolled my eyes at her, "I want a really committed relationship but not a marriage, something better than marriage," I had replied while thinking about the bliss one might enjoy just doing something like that.

Cameron must have thought I had hit my head when I was a baby because she stared at me shocked at my choice of words. There was silence for the next few seconds, while she tried to expertly paint my toenails.

I loved Cameron because I never felt like she was judging me. I could say whatever I wanted and feel absolutely no shame about it.

I then wriggled my toes, admiration for the paint job Cameron had done rising up. She was so talented.

"Well I want to get married, a big wedding filled with everything I love and want," Cameron started and when she did, it was best I allowed her ramble about everything, "And a fat baby after the wedding, chunky and cute with my husband's hair and my eyes. The greatest combo of them all."

That got a chuckle out of me, "So he has agreed to get married then?" I asked mildly interested.

Cameron started dating her boyfriend last year and while they're the cutest and most romantic couple I have ever seen, they had just one issue. Cameron wanted to get married before she turned twenty five and her boyfriend..., Well he wasn't interested in tying the knot and that drove her crazy.

She shook her head sadly, "But I can wear him down, I know I can," She said, regaining her cheerfulness again.

And that was why one doesn't get into a committed relationship with someone that doesn't share the same views with them. All my exes shared my view of marriage being a trap and we knew no one was going to propose or anything of that sought.

The screen of my phone lit up, the text I had been waiting for.

"What's that?" Cameron asked, her eyes bright in interest.

"A text from my assistant, some part of the work has been completed and I have some models ready" I replied, my eyes skimming the rest of the message as fast as I could, "The rest of the work would be done by tomorrow apparently."

The sigh escaped from my lips, more work than I bargained for. I had to go to the factory to make sure everything is up to the standard I had set for my business and to make sure they had not gotten me models that knew next to nothing about what they were supposed to do.

Cameron suddenly appeared directly in front of me, "I think you should start the children clothing line stuff, it's all in the range now,"

Because everyone were rapid dogs who just fucked anyhow and had children everywhere. Every dude had a baby mama now.

"Because it's a cute line?" Sarcasm practically drooled from the sentence, "Or because you want me to create a line for my future goddaughter or godson?"

Cameron's eyes lit up at the thought of a little baby, she was such a romantic. I on the other hand could not stand children and any thing related to them should stay away from me.

She placed her head on my abdomen and curled her hands around me, "I think it's a very profitable line but I don't think you need a line before you'll take care of my children," She said, her voice becoming lower and lower with each word.

Cameron could fall asleep anywhere and sleep though a bomb explosion. I, on the other hand had to toss and turn and think about every single thing before I would even get a wink of sleep.

Well, ever since the incident though.

The night everything fell apart.

*

"Everything has to be okay for this Isabella, I need it to be perfectly perfect for her," He said dreamily, his eyes wasn't on the wedding centre I had on display on my phone but rather he stared at something faraway.

Perhaps the thought of Cameron, who was already perfect.

I raised an eyebrow, "You need a moment buddy?" I asked when he didn't say anything after a while.

He shook his head, a smile plastered on his lips, "I'm sorry, it's just after everything we've being through and the fact that she thinks we might not ever get married just makes me so sad," He said, "I don't want anything to come between the love we share and if that meant, getting married then I would do it."

His words were almost romantic enough to make me smile but I wasn't interested in all this wedding or marriage sentiment. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Weren't you the one declaring your love to alcohol and whores two years ago?" I said dryly with a deadpan face.

Cameron's boyfriend probably wasn't able to determine if I was joking or not, he just stood there awkwardly before I excused myself away.

Most people would think my best friend's boyfriend and soon to be husband if everything went well would be one of my closest friend but I didn't like him, never did and wouldn't even start now. He was annoying, clumsy and spoke like one was his apprentice.

Plus he was one of my rivals in the fashion world. Nothing more needed to be said about it.

I didn't mind an extra competition here or there though.

I switched on my phone again and stared at the picture of the hall, somewhere classic and chic. Flowers lined up the sides and even the walls of the hall, a whole lot of greenery giving it a sort of outdoors indoors vibe.

Plus it was Cameron's favorite spot after she saw it on I*******m. Her boyfriend would engage her at an art exhibition not far from there tomorrow.

A call from Cameron distracted me from my chain of thoughts.

"What's up?" I said the moment I answered the call and placed it on my ears.

"Isabellaaaaaaa," She practically screeched into the phone like a banshee.

Had that boyfriend of hers gone ahead and engaged her over the phone like the annoying asshole he was. I took a few seconds to wait on her before I said anything.

"Isabella, there's a package here for you," She added once she had calmed down.

Unless that package was made from gold and came from the president himself, I did not see any reason why Cameron should be that excited about it.

"And what's inside?" I asked.

I walked towards my car, a black Porsche cayenne while waving back at a little lady at the other side of the garage of the building. I had no idea who she was but it made sense to be nice to someone that could turn to a potential serial killer.

Cameron sure took her sweet time to reply after shaking the package and making sure I heard the sound of whatever was in it banging against each other.

"I don't know but the note on top shows that it came from your mom, Lilian Wells....."

I have known Cameron for almost four years now and I had never ended a call on her while she was still talking.

I had never driven as fast as I did today. I did a lot of things I wouldn't do even if I was paid to do them.

Cameron was still hunched over the package when I arrived, handling the note on top to me immediately she saw me.

"What...?"

'I hope this finds you well daughter. Lilian Wells'

The package contained just one envelope and a box because the Wells family did nothing if it wasn't extravagant. Cameron took the box while I brought the letter out of the envelope.

"It's an engagement ring," She brought the box to my eye level so I could see the ring settled in it. The same ring I ran away from all those years ago.

This has got to be some sick joke. Someone out there was playing some practical joke.

I tore the seal out of the envelope and brought the letter out.

"You're getting married."