Chapter 3 Ryan the Lion heart

Ryan's POV

Love is the most beautiful feeling in this world. When we love someone, then we forget about their rights or wrong. The person close to our heart will remain close, whether they have undesirable traits or good.

Similarly, Amaya is my sweetheart, my childhood crush, my love. She is the daughter of my dad's friend, Jared Evan. We engaged from childhood, and I loved her from that time.

She sometimes behaved cold and rude, but I knew she also loved me. Besides my lover, she is my best friend who knew me so well. She is my confidence.

Finally, she agreed to marry me after continuously trying for two years. She loves me but runs from the marriage thing.

But today, she will be mine because today is the day of our marriage.

I waited for this day for the last 14 years, and finally, my wait ended.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was ready in a navy blue tuxedo and brown shoes. In the mirror, I can see the bulge formed in my pants only from the thoughts of Amaya.

Her thoughts always gave me a hard-on, and I had to masturbate to calm myself. We never did sex as she didn't talk to me about this stuff. She is a shy girl who doesn't like this before marriage, and I have saved myself just for her.

Today my wait would end, and I would have her to my heart's content.

I gave myself a final touch and moved to the bridal room. I made that room a bridal room because that room has a back door for me. I wanted to see her before everyone else. That's why I went to that room to see her.

When I moved inside the room, it was empty. I walked to the dressing room inside the bridal room; and knocked on the door. When Amaya didn't speak, I opened the door, and it was also empty, and the wedding dress was present there. This dress I brought for her myself because she didn't like shopping, so I did everything. I took that dress in my hand and dialed her number, but it was powered off. I called her again, but it had switched off. I put the dress back on the couch when I saw a note fall on the floor. I took it and read it. But as I was reading it, my heartbeat was increasing.

"Ryan darling, sorry to leave you behind, but I'm going far away from you, enjoying my life. You were never my type, so I'm going with the person who is my love and my life. You know that Jacob from our college. He was my love, but you wouldn't be able to find out, you dumbhead. I was with you just because of my dad, but now I'm going with Jacob because I can't marry you. Thank you for everything, even saving your dick, but listen to me. I already had Jacob's dick, and I enjoyed it. Don't die because of me. Bye, sweetheart."

My blood boiled with anger, and I instantly called Damien my best friend.

"Hello,"

"Amaya, run away with Jacob. Search every airport and find her. I want her right now."

"But,"

I ended the call and moved out of the mansion. I hopped in my car and went to the nearest airport to find her.

"How she dare to leave me?" I was hell annoyed because I loved her for 14 years and what she gave me. She should have told me, but no, she said nothing to me.

I took her silence as shyness, but no, she cheated on me.

She didn't like me from the start, but I was getting mad at her. Damn, damn, damn.

I reached the nearby airport in agony and rage. Only my name was enough to find out, but I went myself there, and on seeing me there, they did my work in some minutes.

But to my bad luck or her luck, the flight she had taken off, and she flew away from me in Paris.

In brokenness and defeat, I drove off my car back to the mansion, but soon after the drive of some minutes, a girl from nowhere bumped into my car. I applied brakes, and the car stopped with a jerk. I got off the car when a girl came to me for help.

"Please help me. Two men are chasing me. Please help." I looked at her from head to toe, and she was the package of hotness. She was looking like a dismal in distress. I found her tempting. I was staring at her when I heard a voice from behind.

"Hey you, hand her over to us."

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Third person POV

In the voice of the men, she panicked and went behind Ryan. Ariana held his arm between her tiny hands and hid behind his broad chest.

"Please, save me." Her voice was full of fear.

He looked at her, turning his neck to her. He looked at her eyes in which tears glistened, and cheeks had the print of a hand. Her lips were quivering and looking tempting to him. He gulped down before turning to the men who again called him.

"Hey, give her to us. She belonged to our master."

Ryan turned his attention towards Ariana.

"Do you know them?"

Ariana shook her head.

"She doesn't know you. So fuck off." He turned his back to them when one of them attacked him, and Ariana screamed.

Because of her scream, he found that the man had attacked him, so he dodged his attack and yelled.

"I said fuck off."

"We won't go without this girl." those words left from the man's mouth, Ryan punched him on his face and broke his bloody nose.

The other man yelled and attacked him, but he beat them like a drum. He was already in a bad mood, so he took out all his frustration and punched them like a punching bag. Soon, both of them were lying on the ground in an unconscious state.

"If a girl is not willingly, then stop forcing her."

He arranged his suit and moved towards Ariana, standing beside his car. She was looking at him with an opened mouth.

Coming from those men to her, he examined her figure from head to toe, and he admired her figure. Her body has well-defined curves in perfect places, and her blossom was exactly to his liking.

She found him staring at her, so she felt uncomfortable and attempted to pull her dress to cover herself.

He smirked, enjoying her condition. A lovely smile came to his lips after a hectic and stressful day, seeing her blush. He knew he was the reason for this blush.

He approached her, and Ariana put her hair strand behind her ear in nervousness.

"Thanks for saving me."

"It's Alright. What is your name? And tell me your address. I'll drop you home." Ryan didn't complete his sentence when his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pants pocket and answered.

"Where are you? Everyone is waiting for you and Amaya. The media and press are probing. Come home soon."

"I'm coming," He ended the call and turned his attention towards Ariana, who was looking at her bare feet because, while running, her heels has left behind. He again examined her from head to toe and thought about something before exclaiming.

"Are you single?"

"Huh, what do you mean?" Ariana felt awkward about this question.

"Do you have any boyfriend?"

Ariana thought about Keith, but then shook her head.

"Good, then marry me."

Ariana looked at him in disbelief.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I said marry me."

"Why would I marry you? I know you saved me, but it's not mean I have to marry you." Her voice was soft yet solemn.

"Do you know if they took you with them what they would have done to you?"

When Ariana didn't speak, he exclaimed.

"I helped you, so now it's your time to help me."

"Help you. How?" Ariana looked towards him.

"Marry me."

Ariana again looked towards him, and she found him handsome. Indeed, he was stunning. His brown orbs, long thick eyelashes, full lips, and higher cheekbone have complimented his handsomeness.

She could feel his intoxicating scent, and a blush crept to her cheeks.

"But I can't marry you like this."

"If you want to call your parents, you can, but I have little time. Let's go."

"Where?"

"To marry." He replied, turning his face back to her.

"No, I mean this soon." Ariana blushed, and her head was low.

"We have to marry within an hour. I have little time. Let's go."

He pulled her and made her sit in the passenger seat while he hopped in the driver's seat.

On their way to his mansion, he exclaimed to her.

"Call your parents and inform them to come to Walter's mansion."

"I don't have anyone." Tears formed in her eyes, and she turned her face towards the window.

"Oh, it's alright."

Rest of the journey, they didn't talk.

On reaching the mansion, they went to the bridal room. They went there from the back door, and no one saw them.

When he gave the bridal dress to Ariana, tears formed in his eyes, but he hid them skillfully. Because he brought this dress himself for Amaya, but she scorned this dress along with his love.

"Wear this dress within five minutes. I'm waiting."

"In front of you," Ariana's eyes opened wide while blush crept to her cheeks.

"No, look at your right. That is the dressing room. Go there and change your dress." Ariana looked to her right and nodded.

"Go," He commanded, and Ariana ran to the dressing room but stopped when Ryan asked.

"What is your name?"

"Ariana,"

"Full name,"

"Ariana Mason and your," Ariana asked, but he went outside, so she walked into the dressing room.

Ryan met his father, Roman Walter.

"Where were you? And where is Amaya?" He asked, looking here and there.

"Dad, she ran away."

"What do you mean? Where she went? What we'll do now?"

"Dad, I'll explain everything but after the wedding."

"Amaya is not here then wedding, what is it mean?"

"Dad, send mom to the dressing room. My bride is getting ready there."

"Your bride," Roman was going to say when his friend Damien Devon came to him.

"Dad, we'll talk later."

Ryan walked off from there with Damien.

"What happened? Did you meet her? What she said?"

"Don't take her name. We'll talk after the wedding."

"Wedding." Damien knitted his brow, and Ryan explained everything.

In the dressing room,

Ariana looked at the dress and the white lingerie. A blush crept to her cheeks, and she hugged the dress.

"I don't know if marrying you is right or wrong. I don't even know your name, but you helped me today and saved my prestige. So I'm just returning your favor by helping you. I don't know why I have to marry you to help you. But marrying you will also help me. I also need shelter to hide from Aunt and that man. So, I'm doing this also for me."

Saying this, she got into the white lingerie and wedding gown. She did a light makeover and styled her hair into a messy bun.

When she was ready, she moved out of the dressing room where Ryan's mother, Evelyn Walter, was waiting for her.

Seeing Ariana, Evelyn smiled and hugged her.

"Thanks for helping us out."