Forced Rich Marriage

The Wedding

Donna 's POV***

I, Donna King, the only heiress of the famous King Empire, just could not contain my burst of happiness because today is my wedding day.

What kind of a woman does not dream significant about this day?

Not to mention that I am surrounded by the most important people in my life today, it is walking beside the groom of my heart's desire just completed her dream.

And I felt that today. I have all my dreams came true. I am so happy.

My mother said that my eyes shone like diamonds when I walked the aisle. I could not agree more. I was dazzling happily like twinkling stars.

The guests praised me for my wedding aura today. And they are not ordinary guests. Almost all the important people in society came to witness the wedding of the century. The worth of their gowns and suits had been poured out of the best talents of the designers, putting to shame even the last Royal wedding.

From the Pavillion with billion worth of wedding production, nothing was left to tickle the imagination. The floor was transformed into a dreamy flash of sweet smoke, and the lights were softened to romanticized the occasion. The music was played by the Italian Orchestra, eliciting sighs when the music flew in the air.

They said that I looked very captivating on my lacy layered diamonds and pearls bridal gown as if I was the fairy who descended from the clouds. Of course, my wedding dress was made of pearls and diamonds, and the thread was of pure gold. This wedding dress would surely enter the Guinness record as the most expensive gown of the century.

Money was nothing to a rich woman like me. My happiness came first, and I am thrilled.

Why wouldn't I? I am now the legal wife of the first love of my life, Kelvin Soong. I could offer half of my wealth to his feet so that he would love me.

Yes, my Kelvin Soong. I sighed as I look at my husband, so handsome, so majestic, so manly, the man whom I love so dearly with all my heart and soul.

I can die loving him. A bit exaggerated, but so true. I really can die loving him. And if he loves me back, he can take my heart. I will rip my chest open for him.

Every detail of the wedding ceremony was imprinted inside my memory because standing beside me was the most important person in my life.

No detail escaped my eyes. I accepted everybody's congratulation, sincere, or not sincere. I do not care.

What begins will always come to an end, and the ceremony finally came to an end at last.

Together with Kelvin, step by step, we walked around the Pavillion hall, sending off the last of our wedding guests, My family and Kelvin's family were now also sent on their way.

Only I and Kelvin were left. Slowly, we walked towards the hotel VIP suite.

We will have our first night together as husband and wife. The thought swelled my heart. And I felt like dancing and twirling around.

I nervously looked at my husband Kelvin under my eyelids because he was reticent during the ceremony, not even breathing a word of greeting to me. Still, I inhaled deeply at awe. I have been waiting for this day for eight years!.

Smiles could not stop leaving my lips as I assessed my husband's broad back. Young CEO, handsome, rich, successful, intelligent. Tall, athletic, fearless. Magnetic eyes, welcoming eyes, and warm smiles.

Indeed, Kelvin Soong was the answer to every woman's dream.

I have to pinch myself. I could not believe that my long wish came true. I am on cloud nine as we walk towards our honeymoon suite for the night. My heart has wings, flipping in joy.

I also remember that tomorrow, we will fly to the Maldives. My heart was cheering in excitement. There will be the two of us, and I hope we can really begin knowing each other.

My happiness is sincere and genuine, but as to my husband, I can not read much of how he feels.

Kelvin's eyes were hooded and dark. His chiseled face remained unsmiling.

Although he looked elegant on his extravagant piece of black suit, a Diamond Edition, which took more than 800 hours to design and stitch, his expression did not match it. The suit that was made of wool, cashmere, silk, supposed to be the only one in the world, did no event lighten up his mood. As a groom, he acted strangely distant towards me the whole ceremony.

I was hurt that he never held my hand as his bride, nor leaned towards me sweetly. This aching feeling, I tried to hide well under my makeup.

My groom never even spoke to me the entire ceremony, except when he agreed to marry me with an almost forced voice of "I do." Most of the time, he only nodded to the guests. He was courteous, though.

Of course, my heart ached, my pride was hurt when he ignored me most of the time. But I let it slide. He must be having jitters on this marriage.

After all, we got married because I overly exerted my influence on my grandfather. I begged my grandfather to pull all strings so that my dream will be a reality. Which is to make Kelvin

Which is to make Kelvin marry me

I heard that Kelvin opposed my grandfather's wedding proposal, coupled with the business union clause. My secretary told me that he got into a heated argument with his father when his own family pushed for it. When I learned of his adamant refusal, that really stressed me to the max.

Kelvin argued that he did not want to be tied to marriage with me, yes ME.

So I devoted myself to finding out about him. Luckily, after years of research on his company, I finally found that weakness of how to attack his own business and cripple it, which I relayed to my grandfather. Grandfather studied my discovery. I guess I really did it this time.

When my father relayed to me that Kelvin agreed to our wedding, I tapped my shoulders victoriously. Congratulations to me, I beamed with pride.

I got my trophy, my wedding trophy-the handsome CEO Kelvin Soong.

I know that Kelvin did not want to be tied to marriage with me, but my obsession with having him made me forgot that romance was not like picking flowers at the park.

Luckily, after years of research on his company, I finally found that weakness of how to attack his own business and cripple it, which I relayed to my grandfather.

Grandfather studied my discovery, and finally, using that scheme, he really did convince Kelvin this time. I tapped my shoulders. Congratulations to me.

I got my trophy, my wedding trophy-the handsome CEO Kelvin Soong.

I have loved him for eight years and have done all tricks in the book to get him to marry me.

Though I have been turned down several times by Kelvin, I never accepted his "NO." Defeat is not in my dictionary.

My mantra. "What Donna wants, Donna gets. And Donna wants to have Kelvin as a husband for the rest of her life. "

And I got Kelvin. I whistled.

I could not help but hum in my mind," Kelvin is mine; he is mine, mine."

Maybe my cute face was too readable as I gazed at my trophy of love.

People say that I am a picture of young beauty and sunshine, a woman in love. But there is one person whom I wished would notice all these, but alas, that person just ignored me.

But I am confident that my feelings would be reciprocated by Kelvin. After all, I am a well-sought lady in my own right.

Wherever I go, countless suitors pursue me, but I rejected them all-even the most handsome of gentlemen in our country.

The reason being, I ONLY wanted Kelvin Soong. No other man ever caught my heart and attention.

So when I walked beside him, my stomach was turning into knots. Especially when we reached the penthouse floor exclusive only to the newlyweds, the room where we would spend our first night as a married couple,

Unable to curtail my joy, I hid my face while I slowly dragged my long lacy gown and followed Kelvin, adoring his back all the time.

My lips trembled a little with that sinking feeling when Kelvin kept ignoring me, and did not even throw a glance in my direction as we walked to the elevator then to the VIP floor.

My mind must be full of thoughts about this wedding that I did not notice that Kelvin did not hold the door open for me. He just unlocked the electronic door, walked inside in a hurry, and kicked the door back to close it.

The door effectively bounced to my face. Kaboom!

Ouch! My bent beautiful forehead got hit by the door when Kelvin suddenly let go of the handle. Awkwardly, I frowned while I massaged my head. That was a nasty hit, the hard door against my soft skin. Where do I stand? There was a sudden throbbing pain on my head.

Achingly, Kelvin did not even bother to turn back even when I was certain he heard that "thud" sound. To my dismay, he continued to walk lazily inside the grand suite as if nothing happened. His eyes said what he was unimpressed by the elegant decoration surrounding the unique walls and fixtures.

He then continued to the master's bedroom, stepping carelessly on the rose petals at the soft carpet which should welcome the lovers' walk. The hotel staff prepared a romantic ambiance for the room that should be a sweet haven for the lovers. But at this moment, the smell of rose petals did not seem to invite any romantic aura at all.

Still rubbing my pounding head and dragging my heavy lacy gown, I threw a nervous gaze around, trying to hide my trembling hands that massage my bruised forehead.

Wounds or any injury scared me and two things now ached me, my head and my heart.

Still, my hand rubbing my forehead, I secretly looked at my ever so quiet husband. I, too, did not utter any word as I followed him, avoiding his gaze this time.

I always dreamed that my husband would sweep me off my feet like those in Kdrama and carry me to the bridal suite, with my arms wrapped around him. I dreamed that his tender affections would bring bursting stars on my mind, heart, and eyes.

But what I did not expect that the stars I would see are from the bruises on my forehead after he forcibly kicked back the main door, which swang to my face. The door which he kicked just hit my forehead. It made me dizzy and I did see stars circling my head.

Either Kelvin was careless or that he intentionally swang kick the door when I was following him inside the room. I hope he was just sloppy.

Feeling a big bump growing on my head, I sensed my veins were getting raw. My fingers already felt a mass bruising up.

But the cause of this headache seemed not to care that he gave me an injury.

I could not believe his indifference. Wow.

Thus I weakly dragged the chair near the luggage cabinet and sat down, still massaging my head. I was a little dizzy, and by truth was already tired from the day's event. My excitement went a meter down.

Having hardly slept this whole week because of this excitement on my dream wedding, my emotions were now replaced with anxiety.

Kelvin kept ignoring me and did not speak a word, so I took it as a hint to keep quiet too.

But when I noticed that Kelvin was removing his jacket, I was startled. I tried to hide the blush, heating my face.

I took it as a hint and followed Kelvin's actions. Time to change to nightgown?

So, I took it as a hint to start undressing and followed Kelvin's actions. Time to change to nightgown?

I also started removing the pearls pinned on my hair. Although there was always a maid assisting me when I change items of clothing or the hairpins at home, this time, I tried to remove the pearl pins by myself.

I clumsily unbuttoned my flowing gown. I wanted to ask help from Kelvin, but since he did not look at me even once or come near me when I was bending side to side to reach the locks from my back, straining my back, I decided against asking help.

Damn, this was a hard lock to wrestle-what a dress.

Every button took me an eternity to unfasten; thus, I was shocked when I raised my head and saw that Kelvin's back was all naked in front of me.

Kelvin had thrown all his items of clothing on the floor. He was naked as the newborn.

Yeah, my face was tomato red, my mouth hanging open. I must be a real sight of a drooling woman, my saliva dripping already. Shameless me.

With a lump in my throat, Kelvin suddenly turned around and faced me in all his naked glory.

I have never seen a naked man before me, but the sight of naked Kelvin did not fail my imagination. I coyly looked at him standing before me, my stunned face, unable to say anything. Perfect man.

Clearly, my eyes ogled from my extreme admiration to Kelvin's toned features, to his unique regal bone structure and perfectly symmetrical face. He is all manly, better than most models who graced the cover of magazines.

While he was all handsome head to hair, there was no softness in his eyes nor welcome from his lips.

This time his face was black foreboding, contempt clearly shown in his expression.

I gasped.

I was scared and taken aback by his vicious, angry look directed at me. It was the first time that our eyes met after the wedding.