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Chapter Three

Milos Pov

He looked at his thinking friend, wondering what was on his mind. He had been like that ever since Milos told him what happened in Harrison's mansion the other day.

"So what are you going to do?" He finally asked, playing with the plumb toy on my desk.

"I am not sure, but her father made it sound urgent. Besides, it's to my favor. The earlier we both get married, the better, He said, rubbing his forehead to ease the pain.

"But... " Samuel started but got cut off with a wave of his hand.

"Honestly, I don't care what the problem is." He told him, shrugging his shoulders.

"But what if it affects you later? Think about this dude.. He expressed concern.

Milos took a deep breath, looking at him.

"It's got to do with family issues, and I seriously don't want to get involved." He said this before picking up his phone.

"I am having dinner with the Harrison's today; I am going to check things out there before the wedding." He told his friend to ease his mind.

"Before what?" Samuel exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

"When is this wedding exactly?" Samuel asked

"It's going to happen in the next week or so." He said this with finality in his voice, getting up from his seat as they both exited the office.

One week later...

Bella

She stood in front of everyone on the altar in church, facing her husband-to-be.

'My husband to be,' she mentally repeated in her head, cringing a little. But it doesn't matter how much she cringes, because in a few minutes, it's going to be true anyway.

She looked up at Milos to see him staring hard at the priest; he hadn't even spared her a look since they got here.

"You may now kiss the bride." The priest announced, bringing her out of her thoughts.

She stiffened. She had mentally prepared herself for everything except for this. She balled her shaky, sweaty hands into a fist, trying to surpass the overwhelming feeling bubbling inside her.

He turned towards her, his face void of any expression. There was no regret, no sadness, and no affection. There was nothing but a blank expression on his face.

She laughed mentally at her own life.

He slowly stepped towards her, tilting her head a little. She looked up at his perfectly sculptured face as his emerald eyes stared deep down into her soul.

Nervousness took over her entire system as a rush of adrenaline took over her face.

Her eyes shuttered close as she waited patiently for his lips to touch hers, but it never came.

The clapping sound from the crowd brought her back from the La La La Land she was in, and she opened her eyes.

She looked around, a bit confused, before it dawned on her. He pretended to kiss her.

She looked at him to see him looking at her twin sister and his best friend, who were seated in the crowd, laughing, and for a split second, she could swear that she saw a sad expression pass through his face, which he immediately covered up with a smile, waving a little at the crowd.

' He was still in love with her,'she thought, trying to prevent the tears in her eyes from falling off her cheeks.

Woah! Not only did her husband hate her, he was still in love with her other half.

She smiled sadly at her own fate, a tear accidentally slipping down my cheeks. She immediately wiped it, biting her lips to stop the sobbing sound from escaping her throat.

She peeked up a little to see him smiling at her dad, bowing a little out of respect.

After a while, it was time to go. They bid their goodbyes to both families and made their way towards the car.

Milos had stated earlier that a reception wasn't going to be necessary, as it was just a waste of time, and we all just went along with it.

Finally, we both sat down in the car, letting the silence engulf the atmosphere as the car moved towards Smith's Villa.

They reached, and she couldn't help but gasp at the beautiful environment. Even though she wasn't into big spaces, she couldn't help but appreciate how they had beautified each corner of the villa.

He got out of the car once they reached the villa, not bothering to give her a glance, but what was she seriously expecting? For him to take her hands and guide her inside.

She scoffed at her own imagination.

The driver held the door for her as she made her way out, mouthing a little thanks, before making her way into the mansion.

She stepped inside with the puff of the ball gown in her hands. The sound her heels were making against the marble floor was the only sound that could be heard through the hall.

She looked around in search of her newlywed husband, walking past the long hallway to find him standing in the living room in all his glory, his hands tucked into the pocket of his suit pants.

She cleared her throat to get his attention, standing a few feet away from him.

"Let's make this clear, Bella." He said he was turning around, giving her a sharp look before making his way towards the small center table in the living room, picking up the papers on them.

He threw them at her face, dipping his hands back into his pocket.

"Here's a duplicate of the contract you signed before the wedding; go through it again."

"For heads up. First, you are in my house, so you are going to do what I want. Second, you are allowed to do anything, as long as it doesn't affect my personal life or cross my path. Third, I know about your problematic lifestyle, so try to keep a low profile from now on and don't do anything to tarnish Smith's image." He said it all at once.

He brought out a black card from his pocket, dropping it beside the lamp stand next to her, then turned around to leave.

Her hands coiled into a fist on their own as she tried her possible best to suppress the anger and pain she felt inside of her.

" Wait " She yelled.