Arranged Marriage With The Arrogant Billionaire CEO

Denise POV

He was everything I ever needed, his touch, his kisses, his affection and his soothing voice.

I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed wildly under the moonlight, my face flushing red as he twirled my tongue to his taste.

The cool breeze brushed against us mildly, witnessing our passionate kiss.

When he terminated the kiss, he leaned his head closer as we exchanged breaths.

His arms around my waist as my body pinned closer to him, I absorbed the feel of him.

His eyes, intensively gaze at me as he swallows hard. I felt warmth coursing through me.

"I don't want to let go" he mutters, locking his fingers with mine.

I let out a sided smile and whispered.

"I'll be back, it's the only to introduce you to the family first."

He wore a doleful face and sucked his breath. Uncertainty was etched on his face. My family was his biggest fear.

"Do you think they'd like me?"

I placed a finger on his lips to shush him. We've got to be positive. I know the basis of my financial status. He doesn't match, but my family would want my happiness.

I just had to convince them to make them realize that he wasn't a gold digger, and we were inseparable.

Recently, my parents invited me to a feast and I can't go with Ivan yet, but I need to stop that opportunity.

I stepped a bit from Ivan as he held my hand firmly, not wanting me to move. He was tensed, his eyes didn't hide how nervous he was.

The chauffeur opposite us honked at us, possibly fed up by the romantic gesture we shared.

A reminder that time wasn't on our side.

"I'll be back, I promise, and we'll get married" I whispered, waving my fingers at his face.

I had to encourage him, to give hope that I'd be back in his arms.

His engagement ring was stuck on my index finger and he chuckled. His handsome face brightens.

"Yes my love, and we'll live happily ever after" he assured, letting go of my hand as I paced majestically towards the car.

We waved each other goodbye... perhaps if I had never left, there would have been an 'us'.

Here I am, at the family dinner, my hands trembling with remembrance of leaving Ivan behind.

We were in the garden, the beautiful roses cascading onto the wall created around us, the evening breeze crossed my skin.

The sweet floral scent could only make me think of Ivan. The rest of the family had yet to attend the dinner and the table had me and my parents.

The table was served with different delicacies which were savoring and tempting, but I lost my appetite.

All I thought about was how to give a proper speech about the man who stole my heart.

I couldn't even roll out a word as it felt as though I was at a crossroad having no decision to make.

It seems as though my appearance triggered a sense of anxiety.

They welcomed me warmly at first. I thought all was okay, but not until dinner was served that they decided to break the news to me.

"You're getting married Denise!" Mom exclaimed, her excitement overwhelming and I lowered my eyes to the ring on me.

Wow, they found out already. My face flushed red as I was a bit shy. I haven't even introduced Ivan yet.

Suddenly, I regained my appetite and took a fork to try the pasta first.

"I told you love him, she'd love him. "See how glad she looks," mom furthers, brushing my father's shoulder.

However, my father's cold expression hasn't changed. He adjusted his glasses and leaned his head forward.

I almost uttered Ivan into the discussion when his cocky voice announced:

"He is Lucas Benjamin, a refined man who holds the top rank in the chart, and he sent in a proposal".

The fork dropped from my hand and the smile left my eyes. Sadness engulfed me.

"What!" I panicked as my breath thickened while my eyes scrolled at them. It was so hard to believe the words he spewed.

"Isn't that wonderful Denise!" "Oh we are so fortunate to be chosen!" Mom exclaimed with a cheesy grin like she had won a trophy.

I shook my head, trying to assess the whole scenario playing out. Father was busy on his phone, certainly checking the stock exchange, while mom kept praising this mysterious Lucas.

"No! "I'm not marrying him, I love someone else... that's why I'm here" I replied, trying not to raise my voice, and father suddenly scoffed.

He placed his phone down and faced me, anger etched on his forehead.

"Don't throw this opportunity for your stupidity" he barked, and I shuddered, almost losing my breath.

I tightened my fist, exhaled softly and tried to control my anger which had clouded my eyes as tears.

Mother had her eyes on me, waiting for a response after father had warned me.

"I'm not getting married to him!" I retort, glaring at my father. I rose up from the chair, not wanting to participate in this forsaking dinner.

I'd be returning to Ivan. I don't need their blessings to be with him.

"Ivan...is that his name?" Dad suddenly muttered, and I froze where I stood. A sickening wave wells up in my stomach as sweat beads on my forehead.

Whenever he makes such a statement, it means danger lurks by. Fear stole the very air out of me.

"How about I have his head offered on a platter of gold?" He calmly utters, and I rolled my eyes to look at him.

A devilish smile escaped his lips and I feared for the unimaginable. Dad was dangerous and he played with lives.

If I reject this marriage, I might lose Ivan, and I'm stuck. My heart sagged over the weight of emotions lurking inside me.

"So what's your decision?" mom's voice jerked me to reality. Their eyes are gawping at me as if they've taken the soul I once had.

I was wrong, they were never after my happiness but theirs.

I widened my eyes with fear, my face turned pale as my body was tensed. I couldn't even move.

For a moment, time stopped, I was lost, and I couldn't believe I'd be forced to get married to a man I barely knew.

"I believe that's a yes," my father added, and I felt like suffocating. There's no way I can convince them about my relationship with Ivan.

They know, and his life will be at risk!

"Get ready, tomorrow's the wedding".

"Dad!" I screamed, but he took his phone, crossed his legs, ignoring me again. He doesn't care.

My mom tried to make me see reasons why this engagement must work.

It's the only way they could strengthen their position in the business world. They don't care what comes after, but for the fame, I'd be the sacrificial lamb.

I lowered my eyes to my stomach. I was pregnant with his child. I intended to surprise him when I returned, but it seems that would be impossible.

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Ivan's POV

I glanced at my finger, a sad smile escaped my lips. I've been trying to call Denise, but it seems as though her line isn't connecting.

I was worried, but I trusted she'd be fine. I heaved a soft sigh, quite restless. If this is love, then I know I have achieved it.

"Despicable!" He cussed, jerking me back to reality. Here I was in a dressing room with my narcissist boss, Lucas, who would be getting married today.

It seems as though he was forced into it. He had no smiles and kept cursing whosoever brought the marriage into fruition.

It makes me wonder who the unfortunate lady would be. I just hope she doesn't die like the previous one.

He was sitting adjacent to where I stood, his legs crossed, two fingers on his forehead as seriousness flushed through him.

His eyes scanned the suits the dressers brought in, but none were to his taste. There were gifts scattered everywhere in this room.

A maid walked in with a bottle of champagne which she poured in a glass and served him.

Lucas took it and inhaled it, his face wearing a disdainful aura.

I folded my lips for what was coming. The expression on his face was dissatisfying.

He heaved a sigh, smashing the champagne in his hand to the ground.

The ladies in the room juddered, but I maintained a calm demeanor. I was used to him.

Lucas rose from where he sat and paced wildly towards the maid who quaking where she stood.

One of the dressers hastily cleans up the mess he has created.

"Fuck! "It's sour!" he roared at the maid, who squires, her hands trembling as she flinches.

I gulped hard as I rubbed the back of my throat to step in just so he wouldn't hit her with the bottle of champagne, because that's what he'd do next.

"I'd handle it, sir" I quickly asserted, covering the maid. I could hear her hard breath behind me as she winced.

He raked his hair, stepped back and kicked the gifts in his front.

"Fire this maid Ivan!" he ordered, gnashing his teeth.

I nodded as he spit at the ground and paced back to where he sat. He snapped his finger, indicating the dressers should bring in a more tailored suit for him.

Hastily, they rushed to grant his wish with panic in their hearts.

I rolled my eyes to the maid as she was weeping behind me. No one could plead with him because it was useless.

Nervously, I walked her out and when we were a distance from the dressing room, I brought out some cash from my breast pocket and handed it to her.

She slowly lifted her eyes and sniffed. Her eyes searches for mine as she seems surprised.

"It's not much, but I hope it helps" I muttered, and I could sense the ray of hope in her eyes.

"Thank you so much sir... "I hope you'll find happiness!" She responded with a bright smile and I tried to cheer her up that it wasn't the end of life, and she'd find a better job.

I left her and returned to Lucas, who was all dressed as though he was attending a funeral.

I dare not speak but anticipated what's to come after.

I escorted him out of the room. I'd be driving him to the location, and I was honored to do that.

Once we got to the wedding hall, I was mesmerized by the breathtakingly beautiful space which exudes romance and elegance.

The florescent lights which glittered, the flowers which created a stunning floral display.

Everything in this place speaks of wealth and only the top officials in the country attended such wedding.

I stood beside him as we both walked down the aisle to the altar. All Lucas wants is to wrap up this wedding and attend his business trip for tonight.

I could tell he was nervous with the peering eyes of his parents, loved ones and friends who were there for the occasion.

Soft murmurs echoed in the hall and everyone was thrilled to see who the bride was.

"Here comes the bride!" The MC announced, and I was intrigued to see her.

Violins played, the choir's chorus and Lucas rolled his eyes with an expression of contempt.

It was his first wedding, and he detested it with passion. I was his ring bearer.

I let out a smile, imagining how my wedding with Denise would be. I'd want Lucas to be my best man and see how it's done.

Denise and I will be getting married in three days, with or without her parents' blessings. I was certain of that.

My thoughts were distracted when a familiar fragrance hit my nose, familiar footsteps.

I could feel my heart thuds as I nervously rolled my eyes to where the gripping sensation was coming from.

There she was, walking down the aisle with a bunch of roses, covered in a veil and walking majestically.

She was a vision of loveliness in her exquisite wedding gown. The delicate lace seemed to shimmer and shine in the soft light, accepting her slender figure.

Her toned skin glowed with warmth, but her eyes were dull and she looked sober.

As she moved, the gown seemed to come alive. Her very presence commands attention, drawing all eyes to her.

Her hair falls flawlessly, her beautiful face brightens the more with a touch of makeup.

My eyes burned with pain as her face became more visible.

It felt as though I was staring at a stranger, my affectionate gaze turned cold.

The flashes of memories we spent together flushing in my head, the promises, her laughter, it seems to all be replaced by the bitter taste of betrayal.

"Denise?" I muttered as the rings on the small pillow in my hand almost fell as if Lucas hadn't snatched them from me.

Our eyes locked, and I could see the shock in her eyes. She was trembling. It seemed as though she was avoiding me and walked past me to where Lucas stood.

"Fuck! "Ivan, that ring cost a fortune!" Lucas muses, but everything faded away, except her.

She was standing beside him as she faced the Pope. My eyes were on her back as I forgot how to breathe.

The Pope began reading to read whatever he'd call it. Nothing makes sense. I folded my fists, my eyes wandered and searched hers for answers that seemed lost.

I struggled to contain the anger in me. I felt empty and broken.

"You may kiss the bride", the Pope's words struck my head and I widened my eyes in disbelief.

I threw a fierce gaze at Denise as Ivan wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him.

Then he captured her lips, like he'd drained every soul left in her.

I couldn't breathe with the fierce way he kissed my Denise. I felt like punching him, my body vibrated.

A strand of tears dropped from her eyes as her breath thickened, my veins tightened around my neck.

After the kiss, there was a thunderous clap by well-wishers, praising their union, and I died in silence.

Finally, she took a glimpse at me and I saw it, the grief in her eyes, yet she placed a fake smile as though she wanted this wedding.

Lucas walked away with her and I vowed I'd take her from him, even if it meant murdering him.

Denise POV

I couldn't control the tears in my eyes, I needed to see him. I just can't do this anymore.

The fact that he appeared at my wedding, the pain in his eyes. I felt it too. I was staring at my image in the mirror, the wedding gown I wore was still on me.

I took my phone and messaged Ivan, hoping for a response. I wanted to meet up with him, to spend the night in his arms, weep and apologize.

My hands tremble as I wipe the tears from my eyes, intending to rise up when the door bangs open.

I almost passed out when I saw him, Lucas! His hair was wet and loosened, falling on his face as he staggered inside the room.

The way he acted, quite drunk. He had abandoned me in this room earlier, and clearly told me if I expected love or affection from him, that wouldn't work.

Furthermore, he claims he'd be leaving for a business trip, which means we wouldn't be spending any nights together.

That was a relief on my part because Ivan would meet me in my room.

Why is he back? I quickly stood up from where I sat because he was heading in my direction.

He shook his head and sucked his breath, chuckling and rubbing his eyes.

"They got me a beautiful one, huh?" he whispers, his husky voice laced with venom as he stared at me seductively.

He began to take out his shirt as I almost lost my breath.

His body was a testament to his rugged, no-nonsense approach to life.

His broad shoulders and a powerful chest rippled with muscles.

Every inch of his body seemed to radiate a sense of quiet, unshakable strength and my jaw dropped.

"Why are you here? You said no touching, and it's strictly..."

"Shush" he responded, and I squirmed, intending to move towards the door, but the gown was heavy on me.

He let out a moan and trailed his hand inside his pants. I saw he was grabbing his dick as he grinned at me.

"You know, I never intended to have a honeymoon...but then that kiss was something else" he whispered as I trembled where I stood.

He'd want to have my body, but I belong to Ivan alone, no one else. I just need to stop him.

"It's our honeymoon after all" he added, flickering his fingers at me as he pulled out his other hand from his pants.

"Please... "I'm not ready", I responded in a panic as I wished someone comes to save me.

He smirked at me, stomped closer, grabbed my wrist and flung me on the bed. I bounced on the bed, my hair flung on my face as I was startled.

I crawled on the bed, but he jumped on me as though he'd break me underneath his weight.

My heart beats so fast, my breath cuts in my throat as I tingle rush on my skin. He was fast, trying to undress me.

"Please don't" I begged, but he wasn't listening as he unzipped the wedding dress, pulling it roughly from me.

I was left with only my underwear and bra. He leaned his body over and his heat simmered through my body, causing my chest to grow so tight.

He was breaching my every defense to break out of his hold. He was making me lose my breath as I didn't like the sensation he made me feel.

I coiled myself to a corner as he inhaled my hair. My body shook with terror and I covered my mouth to suppress the silent scream.

He ran his fingers on my face, his lips pressed against my neck as his hot breath poured on me.

His hands lingered on my back, and he pulled out the bra forcefully. His eyes starred at my breast and I could see the lust in that look.

He scooped me closer to him and my body absorbed the feel of him. My heart flipped.

He teased my lips apart, his body enveloped mine as I burnt and trembled. I tasted the alcohol in his mouth. I almost wretched.

I still had my underwear on, and he still had his pants, but I could feel his dick cushion against my concealed pussy.

Tension was built inside my body, the brutal sense of his passion was breathtaking as part my lips the more, moving with me on the bed.

He dragged his mouth out. I gasped as he grabbed my breasts, kneading them to his taste and grinning at me.

Then a knock suddenly came, but it seemed he was watching my face. I rolled my head as he was kissing me all over my face, licking me and groaning.

He was unzipping his pants now and pressing me down with the other.

"Boss!" a voice called from outside as I gasped from the heat Lucas was creating around me.

It seemed that voice made him forget what he intended to do as he let go of his zipper and resumed caressing my skin with his tongue.

His face was buried on my shoulder as I felt his hot tongue on my skin, sucking and biting me mildly.

"Please stop Lucas" I cried, kicking him with my legs. My muscles stiffened and adrenaline burst inside me, but he was too strong.

He took one hand and struck it inside my underwear.

I let out an unintentional moan as his fingers were stroking my clit in a circular motion.

My hair stood at its end as I wrote on the bed.

"Argh... you're loving it, huh" he whispered and grabbed my mouth forcefully, assaulting my lips tenderly. I could taste our shared breath, a knot tied to my stomach.

"Boss!!!" The voice grew louder as I grabbed the blanket, gritting my teeth. I was feeling wet as his fingers rubbed my clit faster.

My body moved up and down as I moaned unintentionally, wriggling on the bed. He was making me want him as he was just teasing me.

I crawled upward, my hands pushed him to move away from me. I clutched my hands around my breasts, sobbing.

It seems the person outside was persistent, wanting Lucas to come out.

"Fuck off!" He barked at the guest outside as he held the apex of my legs, drew me down, spread my thighs as I saw him direct my legs to wrap his waist.

I screamed louder and the door blasted open. Lucas shuddered as he paused. Our eyes rolled at who was by the door.

It was Ivan, panting heavily, his eyes blazing with anger. It seems as though he ran, his presence radiates tension as his body stiffens.

"Boss, there's an emergency! "I'm sorry to barge in" he announced as I whimpered, shivering with cold.

Lucas moved away from me, staring at Ivan, totally stunned.

Hastily, I covered my body with the blanket close by, buried my face. My breath was shallow and rapid as I parted my lips. My mouth was dry as I struggled to speak but couldn't find a word.

He growled and stood up from the bed, his feet staggering towards Ivan and he suddenly slapped him.

Ivan's face swiveled to the right side and I trembled with fear. Ivan's cheek had turned red and a silent gasp left me.

Lucas' body vibrated with an aggressive energy, his arms were rigid, giving the impression that he was posed for violence.

"Don't ever barge in when I don't permit you!" he retorts. His voice was menacing as he was furious.

Ivan clenched his teeth and apologized again while Lucas pushed him aside and walked away.

Ivan shifted his gaze at me as I clutched the surrounding blanket. His eyes scanned me if I was fine.

His face was etched with concern but when our eyes met, he placed a cold gaze at me.

A storm blew in his eyes as though he'd burn me to ashes with a single look. He wouldn't even speak to me.

His left cheek was sore from the slap Lucas gave him, it hurt, and I felt so bad about that.

"Ivan..." I muttered, trying to rise up to meet him, but he stepped out and slammed the door in my face.