Billionaire's love pact: my ex-husband wants me back

Diane's POV

Oh, it's the day of my wedding! The day I have been longing for is finally here. The day I have dreamed of since I was a child... I spent months imagining how today was going to be, how I would look in my wedding dress with the man of my dreams standing tall next to me, and now that it is finally happening, all I can do is smile.

I have always believed that one could spend a lifetime with their first and only true love, and walking down the aisle will prove that to the world. Desmond was the only constant thing in my life, and I have loved him since I was twelve and he was sixteen.

He was the definition of the perfect gentleman. His words and actions melt my heart, and I just want to stay in his arms forever. I loved the way he cared about me, the way he was always ready to fight for me, protect me or have my back...

Well, that was until he went to college.

Desmond was all I prayed for before he went to college. He was my prince charming. He loves me and he doesn't even have to spell it out; I could see it in his eyes.

But then, he went to college and things began to feel different. He never has time to join the family dinner, there is always one assignment or a presentation that swallows his time and he just becomes less accessible...

"Let's not ruin the day by thinking about irrelevant things," I thought to myself, as I continued to stare at myself in the mirror.

"Omg! You are so beautiful," Hilary said, grinning from ear to ear. "I have always known that you are going to make a beautiful bride, gosh, I am so proud of you," my best friend said, and all I could do was hold back the tears that were threatening to leave my eyes.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and all I could do was gasp. I feel so lucky to have the most supportive family and friends to grant my biggest wish.

"I have dressed up a couple of brides in the past, but you are one pretty one. Most brides are always emotional on their wedding day, contemplating whether they should proceed with it or not, but you are a happy one," my makeup artists said, and I beamed.

"Thank you so much, guys, thank you."

I continued to stare at my reflection in total awe, and heck, everything I did to make this dream come true was worth it. If I must, I will go through the whole process once again, as long as I get the same result.

The door cracked open, revealing my mom and I couldn't stop myself from hugging her. "Thank you so much, Mom," I hugged her tightly, and she patted my back.

"It's time, baby," Mom announced, and I could feel my stomach bubbling with excitement. I was beaming so hard that my cheeks hurt.

Mom signalled everyone to leave the room until it was just the two of us, and I couldn't hold back my excitement.

"Mom, it's happening! I am officially going to be Desmomd's wife, my dream is finally coming true," I beamed.

"Knowing what you want and going for it is a strength that I admire in you. I am so proud of you, darling, I hope you remain happy forever." She kissed my forehead and wrapped my hands around her again.

If it wasn't for my supportive parents, this would probably remain a dream... I owe them a lot.

"Your father is waiting outside, you shouldn't keep him waiting."

With that being said, Mom walked me out, as she kept on mouthing how beautiful I am, and how proud she is.

Father was waiting at the entrance of the church as Mom had said, and this feels like the moment I have been waiting for. I could see the love in his eyes and for the first time, I think I saw a tear escape his eyes.

"C'mon, Mom should be the one getting all emotional," I joked, and he chuckled.

"I can't believe I am giving out my princess this soon. He better treat you right."

'You are giving your precious baby to him because you knew he was the one from the start." I smiled, and he nodded.

I intertwined my hands with my father, as we took gentle steps into the church. Memories of how I used to rely on my parents for everything came rushing in, and all I could do was smile. Even now that I am all grown, they still prioritize my happiness.

I looked around the hall to see people cheering for me, but my gaze was fixed on a certain man. Desmond's commanding presence at the altar captivated me. He stood tall beside the priest in his well-tailored suit, waiting patiently for me to join him, and I suddenly felt the need to walk even more slowly.

I loved his view from afar.

As my eyes met with his cold look, my heart skipped a bit. If only he could be as happy as I am. Not that I blamed him though, I was the one who wanted the wedding, even when he was clearly against it.

I made this wedding hold simply because I can. Our parents are best friends, which makes it even easier. All I had to do was whine a little to my parents to get his parents to agree to the whole plan.

Do I bother to ask him what he wanted? No. Why? Because it doesn't matter. I could tell how much he loved me, he was only angry that he was being forced, and all of that would probably be over tonight, once it remained just him and I.

We finally reached the altar, and Desmond grudgingly came to take my hands from my father. I don't care how mad he was, these little things made me happy. It felt like my stomach was about to explode out of excitement. I thought movies were the only thing that could give me butterflies. Well, that was until I fell in love.

Desmond and I stood in front of each other, and it was time to take the vow.

"Do you, Diane, accept Desmond as your husband? Comes rain or shine? For better and for worse?" The priest asked and without a second thought, I answered with a smile.

"Yes, I do."

"Desmond, do you take Diane as your lawfully wedded wife in front of this holy communion?"

It was Desmond's turn to answer, and everywhere suddenly went quiet.

I stood frozen, as different thoughts invaded my mind. What if he says no? I could see the hesitation in his eyes, and I swear...

"I do," His voice snapped me out of my truce.

"I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The priest said, and a loud cheer broke out.

Desmond finally looked at me for the first time since I got into the room, and I didn't know how to act.

He raised my chin slowly and sealed it with a kiss.

"Whoop!!!!," the crowd cheered and he broke the kiss.

Diane's POV

Hilary didn't wait for us to leave the altar before she rushed over to our side to take a picture.

"You don't know how to be a calm girl, do you?" I chuckled.

"Calm at my best friend's wedding. What does that mean?" She faked a frown and I laughed at her reaction. She sure does know how to make me laugh.

"It's time for group pictures!" The photographer yelled, and I looked up to Desmond who was already staring at me.

"They need us outside," I muttered, and he nodded, gesturing for me to take the lead.

We went outside to join the crowd and everyone continued to cheer for us.

"The couples should take a picture first, then the group ones can come after."

Desmond's expression remained stoic and I bet the pictures won't turn out nice. I can see the reaction on the photographer's face. I don't need anyone to tell me how bad it looks.

"Groom, could you hold your bride more affectionately and smile for the camera?"

I felt a pang in my heart and my eyes met with Hilary immediately. She could tell that I was hurt, and she mouthed, "Talk to him."

I leaned closer to Desmond, making sure that no one would be able to hear me except from him. "Can you please smile? Even if it's going to be a fake one? People are watching..." my voice trails off, and I could feel lumps forming in my throat.

"That looks perfect!" The photographer said, and the next thing I heard was the shutter sound. I felt a little disappointed for having to beg him before he could pose for the camera but I waved it off as soon as our friends and families joined to take group pictures.

*******

The after-party was in full swing and everyone seemed to be having their best moment except the bride, of course. I looked around the room, trying to find Desmond, but he was nowhere to be found.

I saw him talking to a few of his business partners earlier, and now, he had disappeared. Whenever I tried to break into his conversation he would try to cut it short and leave almost immediately.

He made it look like he was trying to greet his guest, but in reality, he was trying so hard to avoid me like a plague.

"Diane! Why are you looking around like a lost puppy? Come and dance with me!" Hilary yelled through the loud music and I gave up on looking for Desmond.

He probably doesn't want to be seen anyway. I followed Hilary back inside, but the last thing I wanted was to be there. What is the essence of being at my wedding party when my husband is out of sight?

Hilary was already drunk, so there was no point in telling her goodbye. She won't remember when she wakes up anyway. I went over to my parent's table to inform them that I was leaving.

"Where is Desmond?" Mom asked and the first thing that came to my head was defending him.

"He is answering a call outside. We will take our leave now."

"Love you, baby," Mom kissed my cheeks and Dad gave me a proud smile.

I went outside, contemplating whether I should call a cab or secretly tell my father's secretary to drive me home when Desmond's call stopped beside me.

"Get in," he ordered without looking towards my direction. At least he was kind enough to wait for me. I hopped into the car and he drove us home in silence.

Did I say home? The thought of his house suddenly becoming my home cheered me up, and whatever I was feeling was soon replaced with excitement.

He stopped the car in the garage, and I couldn't help but beam delightfully. No matter how angry he was, he was mine.

I headed straight into the room, leaving him in the living room to attend to his phone calls, while I brought out the super hot lingerie Hilary bought for me.

Tonight is the night I have been waiting for...

I took off my wedding dress and took a warm shower, before changing into the lingerie.

Hot! I imagined Hilary's expression if she were to see me right now, and I couldn't help the confidence I felt right now. The lingerie fits snugly with a pretty lace pattern and a deep red colour that looks nice against my skin.

I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself when Desmond walked in. My heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling insecure about my body... this was the first time he would be seeing me like this.

His gaze was cold and I bet he was still mad.

Say something... a voice whispered in my head. I opened my mouth to apologise for forcing him into this, but before a word could come out of my mouth, he was already in front of me, pinning me against the wall, as he explored my mouth passionately.

He kissed me gently, surprising me with how gentle he was despite his obvious anger. His hands roamed my body as if it was a map he was trying to memorise.

My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. The taste of his lips on mine only fueled my desire for more. Our bodies moulded together as one, moving in a rhythm moan of pleasure, when I pulled away to catch my breath.

His eyes scanned my body with lust evident in his eyes, and I leaned in almost immediately.

My body trembled with desire as Desmond's hands moved over my curves, each touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned softly into his mouth, the sound only serving to fuel his desire.

The way he was gentle despite his desire to eat me up made me crave more. His hands went down my legs and I watched him spread them apart. My heart skipped a beat because it was my first, but I allowed him to continue anyway.

He thrust a finger inside me, and I let out a loud moan. His eyes bore into mine for the first time tonight, and I was willing to take in all the pain, as long as he gets to look at me like that.

"Fucking tight," he groaned.

He stayed still without making any movement before he continued to thrust in and out, pleasuring me with his fingers. I moaned out of pleasure as his free hands traced my skin up until he stopped on my boobs. He pinched my nipple, and I let out a gasp.

He continued for a while before he carried me gently to the bed, making me feel like the most loved woman on the planet before he finally took me.

We were both breathing heavily when he pulled out and all I could do was admire how handsome he was. He was my dream, and seeing him right now felt like a dream come true.

*******

I woke up in the middle of the night and I was all alone on the bed. Thought maybe Desmond was in the restroom and waited for him to come out. Minutes passed and there were no signs of him. I opened the door to find it empty.

Where could he be?

I searched the entire house and it seemed like I had just been abandoned. Realization hit, and I couldn't hold back my tears. He left me on my wedding night... right after he made me a woman. All of my excitement was replaced by pain and I buried my face in my palm.

Desmond's POV

I watched Diane sleep peacefully beside me, and I couldn't help the mixed feeling that was bubbling up inside me. I wanted to embrace her... to have her in my arms, and make sure she remained the happy girl I have gotten accustomed to, but whenever I remember how far she went to make this wedding happen, it only fuels my anger.

I knew how much she wanted this, I could see the excitement on her face all day long. The way she giggled at the slightest compliment, the way she stared at me lovingly even though I was ignoring her on purpose, the disappointment on her face when I refused to smile for our wedding portrait, I saw it all.

I avoided her the entire day because looking at her makes it hard to get mad which annoys me even more. I was about to say no at the altar, but her expression made me say yes. I hate it when I can't even control my emotions. When I couldn't stand my ground, and what irritated me most was the fact that everything was going her way.

She was no longer the twelve year old girl that valued my opinion more than anything else. She is all grown now and makes decisions for herself.

Asking for what I wanted wasn't so hard. I would have given in because I couldn't say no to her, but she went ahead to involve our parents because she could, and now she will have to face the consequences of her actions.

I stood up to wash my face, trying not to ruin what we just had with these thoughts but her looks and all made it so hard, not when she reminds me of Laura.

"I'm sorry, but we can't work out. I'd advise you not to look for me because I am leaving town.

Laura."

Those were the exact messages my ex-girlfriend sent to me, leaving me all worried and confused. I thought something was wrong, but I couldn't reach her. I was still thinking about what might have gone wrong when my father called.

"You are getting married to Diane." It wasn't a suggestion or a request. It was more like an order. It was one thing I detested most in my life- people trying to control me.

All of the anger I had been trying to suppress the entire day rushed back like a wave, and watching her sleep peacefully suddenly became irritating.

I picked up my car keys from the nightstand and left the house angrily. I don't think I can spend another second in that room with her. It felt like I was about to explode from anger

I drove straight to Daniel's house, having nowhere else to go. I guess I still have a little respect for her because the only sane place to be right now is at the club, letting off some steam, as I transfer my aggression on a random girl by fucking her so hard, but I waved the thought away.

I stopped the car in his garage and went into his house. Fortunately, he was having a mini party in his living room so I didn't have to go through the stress of waking him up.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the table and poured a little content into the empty glass on the table, and he just stared at me like he had just seen a ghost.

"What the fuck, dude? What are you doing here? It is meant to be your wedding night for Christ's sake! Why are you here?" Daniel glared at me like I had grown five heads, and I chuckled at his expression.

"Why do you look so shocked? It's not like I planned the wedding or asked her to be my wife. Being present alone was enough, she shouldn't be greedy by expecting more." I frowned, and Daniel stared at me, looking unamused.

"Did you hit your head? Even if you are angry, you should at least respect her. How can you leave your wife on your wedding night?"

"There is no point in getting all riled up. I never wanted this. She forced me to marry her and that is on her," I frowned, and Daniel shook his head.

"Maybe she was wrong for forcing you into this, but you will regret your action if you keep this up. Get your ass up and go back home."

"Home doesn't feel like one with that woman around. I feel trapped and I need a break."

"Don't be ridiculous, Des, we both know you love that girl," Daniel said, and I scoffed.

"Love? I might have felt a bit responsible for her in the past but I have never loved her. Not now, not ever."

Daniel gave me a disapproving look, but I ignored it. I drew the bottle of whiskey closer because I planned on drinking the night away, while Daniel kept trying to convince me.

*******

Diane's POV

I contemplated calling my parents after calling him for the umpteenth time and he refused to pick me up. It was three in the morning and I had no clue about where he might be.

What if something happened to him?

I can't bring myself to call my parents either. They were so happy for me earlier, and I assured them that I would be fine. If I should call them now, they would be so angry, plus I can't keep involving them with everything going on in my life.

I paced around the house hoping he would open the door and tell me that he was outside the entire time, even though I knew it was a lie.

After waiting for hours, I realized that he wasn't coming back, he left me on my wedding night to probably prove a point.

I sank on the couch and buried my face in my palm, as I cried my heart out. This isn't what I imagined. This isn't how I planned the day to go... gosh! Why is this so hard?

I remained in the same position until my body felt numb. I kept my gaze fixed on the door, as I prayed silently for him to come in.

It was morning already and there were still no signs of him. I was on the verge of giving up when the door was pushed open, revealing Desmond.

My worries were soon replaced by anger as I jerked up angrily. "Where are you coming from? What do you think you were doing? How could you leave me alone in the house on the day of our wedding night!" I yelled.

He looked unaffected by my yelling and his eyes remained cold. I took a step closer to him, and he reeks of alcohol.

I felt a pang in my chest, as disappointment washed over me. He was out there drinking when I was going crazy, worried sick about him.

"I owe you no explanation. You wanted a wedding and you got one. Don't expect me to fulfil any of your wishes or take responsibility for what I never wanted." He stormed off angrily and I allowed my tears to flow down like a river.

He must have been so disgusted to spend the whole night drinking without giving a fuck about how I feel.