Royal CEO

The ceremony passed in a blur with traditional wedding music, we exchanged vows, I had mulled over it more than a hundredth time.

'Why am I here? Why didn't I run away?

Nothing could soothe my nerves. I couldn't run away. The global hysteria over my impending wedding was the lead story on every channel. I couldn't lose myself in the wedding. It wasn't my choice. My thinking was no comfort to me.

My dad offered me money I wanted for my business. It was shocking when I heard him. But he repeated it for me. I wouldn't call it business. I wanted a school for needy kids in South Africa. That demanded money. So I was here. Keeping my words, that I made to my father. I was officially into this alone.

He brushed a gentle kiss across my mouth after we were being pronounced man and wife. It made my pulse pounded in my ears and butterflies swirled in my belly. I couldn't ignore the chills it gave me.

' I'm twenty-seven years old. I got married to the Royal CEO of Steel industries. It's unbelievable. But he has a castle somewhere in Dover. My husband is two years older than me, gorgeous, six feet tall, and muscular. He is the dream of every girl, but not mine. I wanted to be single and wanted to adopt two kids. I have no problem physically. I just don't wanna get married. Single life is a happy life. Someone ditched me in college. It created hate for all men. Our family has booked a honeymoon suite for us in a five-star hotel. My husband has booked another room, next to our suite's door. Not because he wanted some privacy. It's because he wants to spend the night with an experienced woman, not a virgin like me. He doesn't need to know this.'

Arrogant future king!

I cracked open the door. He forgot to lock the door in his ecstasy. I snorted inward. I needed a strong reason to get rid of him, this wedding.

' Dad has already transferred the promised money to my account. I don't need to stay with him in an unwanted wedding. We're over, though, we haven't even started. '

I darted my gaze. A brunette was wearing a tight red dress. She walked into the room in her red stiletto. Her dress was barely covering her a**. I wanted to hit her with the pillow that was resting beside me on the couch. But it wasn't her fault.

I sneaked into his room because that was the only hope. Giving room service extra money, I got the extra key to his room. I was his wife. As both rooms were booked with his name. So it wasn't difficult for me. Though, he must have instructed someone. I didn't care. I got what I wanted. A strong reason to get rid of him. The hotel wasn't far from our wedding hall.

I walked into his room slowly. I was hiding behind the curtains. I clicked his picture, kissing her, sucking her, and a small clip of it. That was enough. I contorted my lips in disgust. I just wish I had more time to think, to decide. I did what seemed right at that moment. Now I was feeling trapped in an unwanted wedding, and... no doubt - unwanted.

' Look what a king-in-waiting is doing! '

I wanted to snort but he couldn't know that they weren't alone. I was irritated before I saw myself out. Before he could strip her, I returned to our room, which was my room now. I could feel my blood boiling in my veins

Irritation strains my voice, ''Why did he marry me? Well! It's working in my favor, my profit.'' I shrugged my shoulders as I walked in my room. I was overtired of the wedding, especially what I just saw now.

' I'm five feet two inches tall, slim, and have blue eyes. He has brown eyes, jet black hair, and a body like a model. It benefitted him to get a brunette on his wedding night. He's a king. He can get whatever he desires. '

I could not sleep. I was so startled to see him with her on our wedding night. So! I booked a beautician. My hair wasn't chestnut brown anymore. I colored them blonde.

' It's looking pretty cool. I have always wanted to do this. Mom never allowed me. Well! No one is above me now. It's my life. '

When he slid the ring in my finger. We were declared married. My father transferred two million pounds into my account.

When my father told me to marry Edward Rhodes. I asked him what would I get from this wedding? That was a wise move. I was glad I did it but I wasn't feeling that proud now. He should wait, at least for tonight. He could show some manners.

I shook my head and thinned my lips. Why was I mulling over his actions? His action would bring consequences to him soon. I should not be sad. I was expecting rose petals to fall from the sky. The bitch was radiated a halo of confidence and serenity offering herself to him.

' I'm not interested in the title of Sienna Edward Rhodes. I'm glad just being Sienna Grey. When my father told me he would give me two million pounds. My eyes lit up. I agreed to be his wife. In reality, It wasn't the main reason to agree with it. My grandma loves me. I could do anything for her. She wanted me to marry him. I said yes. And two million! I took it as a bonus to fulfill my dreams. '

He'd never find on the table dancing to impress him but to drown him in the pool of his own mistakes.

I glanced at my reflection. I hated last night, our wedding night! My long pink dress was designer and hugged my curves. I was supposed to wear it while walking out of this room with my husband after completing my wedding. But not anymore! I laughed so raucously but it couldn't soothe the small ping in my chest.

I grabbed the handle of my luggage and walked out of the room. I wanted to turn and slapped on his door. But he didn't need to know this.

I pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come. I was getting impatient. I wanted to get out of here, I didn't want to share the same roof with him.

A figure stopped next to me. I looked at her. She was my husband's partner. Her hair was a mess. She was continuously running her fingers in her messy hair. I could smell my husband over her. She yawned and covered her mouth with her second hand and muttered, "Sorry," With a slight smirk.

"Hi," I smiled as I glanced at her, "Need some help?" I asked. I should help her. Unknowingly, she helped me to get rid of my husband.

"Yea! Can I borrow your perfume?" She asked me with a smile.

"Of course!" I smiled. The elevator's door opened. I hurriedly pulled my luggage bag with me.

'You've used my husband. Geez! Wrong! He has used her entire night. It is just a perfume.'

She paced in right behind me. The door dinged close. I slipped my hand in my bag and took it out.

She glanced at it, "Nice choice." She took it from me with a smile.

I smiled. It was a dry one, not my genuine one. I took out my phone and ran my fingers on my phone. I was exhausted and frustrated but she didn't need to know.

' I have booked my flight. I have two million pounds. I can buy whatever I want. I don't need anyone. '

"Thanks," She said, returning it to me. I took it silently and shoved it back into my bag. For now! I was going to throw it like my husband, "I'm Kristina." She extended her hand.

Unwantedly, I shook my hand. She must have touched him with her soft hands. I strongly felt the need to throw up. I hid my disgust behind my smile, "Welcome," I wiped my hand on my dress.

"You know, Edward Rhodes?' She asked with disgust on her face.

" Yeah! The CEO." I smiled, furrowing my brows. I cast my head low. So she couldn't see my anger. Which wasn't for her.

"Bastard!" My smile widened hearing it, "He called me here. I was expecting a beautiful sexy night with him. He's fu***** s**y! Muscular body, abs, curves! Oh my god! So tempting! " Her luring expression changed into disgust. The elevator door opened but she didn't stop speaking, "After kissing me like hell. He just stopped." I could tell from her angry face. She was not lying, "He didn't want to cheat on his wife. He was no fun."

I was about to walk away but I stopped dead. She glanced at me and held my arm and pulled me out of the elevator. I swallowed the lump. I wanted to run back in the room and wanted to act his wife.

Geez!

Where did this come from? I shook my head.

' It doesn't matter to me. I'm using these pictures.'

I was feeling a little bad. I suppressed that tiny part. It wasn't needed here. I didn't need to answer our families - 'Why did I do this?' indeed, it was just an excuse. His pictures with Kristina would answer them.

We walked out of the elevator. She spoke so fast that she spilled out a lot of information in less than a half minute.

"Have a good day, Kristina." I smiled drifting out of the hotel.

"Thanks. I didn't catch your name, dear?" She asked. Her smile was friendly.

First, I thought about lying to her. Then I changed my mind, "Sienna." I did not stop my pace as I darted toward the car. The driver opened the door for me, "Thanks," I muttered.

' I have already booked a cab. I am flying away from New York. I didn't know. She has recognized me or not. But the silence explains a lot. '

"His wife's name is also Sienna," I heard her muttering.

She didn't recognize me. Good! The guilt would have ruined her day. I stared at my phone. I clicked on the send button. I stared more. I had sent his and Kristina's pictures to his and my family.

' I don't wanna do any damage to him. I'm sending them to our families, not in the media.'

I didn't know why. But I wanted to go back after knowing the fact from Kristina. But it could be a lie too. I shouldn't be bothered about it. It wasn't my concern. We had different paths to walk. He didn't even look at me in my wedding dress. Though, the kiss was fantastic.

I bit my tongue and shook my head. My phone was already ringing in my hand. Edward! I pressed the red button and switched it off.

The airport wasn't far from the hotel. My mind kept swirling with his thoughts. I had questioned myself many times about my step, walking away from him and our wedding. Though, this was my prime thought.

The driver pulled over the car and stepped out.

I dragged myself out of my mind. We were heading to the Maldives for our honeymoon. But not anymore.

I puffed out a deep sight. My throat suddenly felt tightened. I put on glasses and straightened my back. I opened the door and stepped out of the car.

The driver took out my bag from the trunk. I grabbed it and walked in.

'I should not feel sad. I was supposed to go with him, not alone. It's nagging me. '

I slammed the door in frustration after she walked out of the room. I don't even know her name. I thought to distract myself from my beautiful wife, her blue eyes that couldn't peel off of me when I kissed her, sealing our wedding. She had been promised to me and there was no way out. Letting other women in my chamber was the only way to keep her away. She didn't need to worry about it. Soon, she would be aware of the hell she had chosen for herself.

I slithered my hand in my hair. I asked her to stay the night. So my wife could know that I wasn't into this wedding. I saw her, my wife walking out of my room. I don't know. How did she manage it? My lips curled up at her bravery.

' She's more clever than I imagined. '

My phone began to ring. I scowled at the screen. I leaned forward and clenched my jaw. I grabbed it exasperatedly. I swiped my finger and hoisted it up to my ear, "Dad?" I glanced at my reflection and slipped my fingers in my hair, taming my messy hair.

'I don't want to talk to him. But I've no opinion. He's holding the key to my success. I want his company. Though, I don't need it. But there's another reason. I have to agree to this arranged marriage. '

"Where are you? Who's with you?" His voice was at the edge.

I clenched my jaw. No one dared to talk to me like this. Not even my father! I crinkle my lips, "What are you saying, dad?" I asked in confusion. Did she tell him? She knew to backbite too.

"Sienna has recently sent me some pictures of yours. You need to understand Edward one thing. I'm not giving you my company and that. If you couldn't save your wedding. You're welcomed home only with Sienna. I won't let you break the tradition of our family. " He hung up after threatening me.

I felt anger rushing through me. My grip fastened around the phone.

' I'll break this Fucking chain. No divorce in our family. But I'm determined to break his tradition. I will get his company and.... '

" What the ****!" My phone shivered in my hand in anger. It was at the edge of breaking. Instantly, I clicked on the messages I ignored before receiving his call. I hurtled my phone on the mattress. I strode out of the room.

I was so furious. I breathed slowly to calm myself before I pushed open the door of her room. She didn't need to see the giant warrior of me. First, she walked into my room uninvited, how the heck dared her to click my pictures and she sent them to my family.

'She's my wife but my family's choice, not mine.'

"Sienna," I tried to calm my voice but I failed. There's no sign of her. It made me more furious.

I walked back to my room. Glancing for my phone. My gaze was blazing. I grabbed my phone. Immediately, I called the manager. Hoisting my phone against my ear, I strode out of my room again.

The room service providers were standing out of the door and looking at me with a puzzled expression. My gaze turned stoic on them.

"Where's my wife?" I asked.

They exchanged stares, still shocked. One of them stepped ahead, "Ma'am has recently checked out, Sir. She had booked a cab to the airport." He said.

"F***!" I hurried back to my room, hoisting the phone up to my ear again, " Jared, my wife has recently headed toward the airport. I want every single detail." I told him and disconnected the call. I was running out of time. I slithered it back in the pocket.

' She's more intelligent than I imagined. I haven't any intention to cheat on her. Indeed, I haven't cheated on her. I couldn't neglect her distasteful gaze seeing royalty around her at our wedding hall. I myself love to live like a common man. We count on the billionaire list. I don't want a royal tag. I left it for my brother James. I am content to be a businessman and wanna concentrate on it only. '

My phone quivered. I took it out and stared at the screen. I pressed my lips, 'Paris.' My lips twisted up in a small smirk.

' My wife wants to honeymoon in France. Not a bad choice. You'll never forget it, honey. I promise you. '

I flung my phone on the mattress. I didn't need to tell Jared what he should do next.

I rushed to the washroom. I needed to catch my flight. I couldn't take her blue eyes out of my mind when I was going to kiss her.

I showered with cold water. I needed to get rid of her. She couldn't be my center. I was kissing her but she was in my mind. I couldn't stop myself from roaming my gaze on her. She was looking like a doll in her silky short nightdress. That was for me. She's for me. I've changed my mind. I was thinking of her to be a rich, spoiled arrogant brat, but she's intelligent, beautiful. A perfect combination for me. You have managed to get away from here. But you can't escape from me. My dear wife! '

A proud smirk appeared on my lips. I grabbed a black designer suit.

'I'm coming for you, Wife! I haven't felt determination before for a woman. But for her! I should thank my father. Running away, you've given me a new aim. '

I headed out of the hotel. The manager nodded at me. I nodded back. Jared was already waiting for me there with my car. I took the back door. The Media was waiting for us to come out of the hotel. After our first night!

' Perhaps! She wouldn't have done this if I hadn't invited that woman. I've never felt guilty before. I don't wanna consider her thoughts. She must be hurt. If not hurt, at least angry. I would like to make her mine. '

"Good morning, sir." He said with no expression on his face.

I arched my brows, "Did you get more information about her?" I advanced my hand to grab my keys from his hand.

*Yes, sir." he took out a black tablet from under his coat and handed it to me.

I stopped. My jaw hardened and my fingers tightened over it.

'I f****** love her chestnut brown hair. She colored it blonde. How dare she! First, she came uninvited to my room. Then she clicked my pictures with her, now this! You'll pay for it, dear wife.

Exasperatedly, I sat behind the wheel. Jared hurried to the passenger seat. I accelerated the car to the airport.

'Wait for me, wife. You won't like - what's going to come for you?'

I sat up, pushed the cover away, and slipped out of the bed. The weather was beautiful outside, the best day to wander around. I was tired after my flight. I rested until I got bored living behind these white walls. The sight still haunted me in my nightmares that my husband was kissing another woman on our wedding day. I didn't get a choice on who I got to marry, so when my family was presented with the arrangement, it was decided behind closed doors and in front of the person I loved mist and I couldn't deny, and the offer he promised to me. My father also made me sign the paper.

I was officially the promised wife to the king. He looked like a born leader. I had seen him in his office, on television. We hadn't met before our wedding. I could feel his commanding waves from afar too. His dark eyes stabbed me, accusing me of being his wife when he claimed my lips. I didn't even know how I was chosen over thousands of girls out there. I was dreading getting married. Now I am married. I didn't know what would be the right thing to do. I should enjoy my holidays for now.

I pushed open the door of the washroom. I washed my face, the water was cold and It felt good against my sleepy skin.

I smile looking at my reflection. Finally, I got rid of him. I could hope my family would favor me in divorcing him, Edward Rhodes, the charming CEO, and The Almighty King. Goodbye! Forever! If they ain't, I'll do it myself.

I giggled looking at my wet face.

But first, I needed to explore beautiful Paris. I always wanted to be here. And most of all, I had sent half a million pounds for the building of the school, after reaching here. I wasn't the only happy person today.

'I'm investing in my hotel too. I need to create more sources for my business. I don't wanna depend on anyone. Aerial, my best friend. She takes care of our hotel and restaurant in my absence. We are partners. But she handles it completely. And she never complains! I love her like my sister. '

My stomach growled. First food, then bathing! I told myself. I grabbed the toothbrush from the counter.

'I hope. I'm not making a fool of myself.'

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I snatched up the backpack and hurried across the reception. The hotel offered me a Royal suite. I snorted. Of course, they would have heard about me. I wanted a simple room.

"Good morning, ma'am." The receptionist smiled at me, lifting her chin. She was sitting behind the desk, tapping her fingers rapidly on the keyboard.

I read her name and smiled back, "Good morning, Rebecca." I nodded as she was busy. So, I turned to the manager, who was standing right behind her chair.

He was looking over my shoulder. I didn't want to ponder that he was expecting my husband. I released a relieved breath when he didn't inquire about my being alone and handed me the key.

'I was thinking my blonde hair will help me to camouflage. This was just a delusion. If I would have painted my face. Still! They would have recognized me and looked at me with beseeching eyes to demand a glimpse of my husband. Unbelievably, I'm feeling relaxed. They wouldn't know where I am. It is difficult to ignore the pensiveness that I'm feeling after leaving him without informing him. He deserves this. He has the right to stay in a separate room but not with another woman when I'm still his wife. It shouldn't be my concern but I can feel the sadness. These feelings are inexplicable and the sight with her is disconcerting. '

I could feel the air of authority around him. No! My head shook. Though we didn't share a word but a kiss.

I drifted out of the hotel. A smile crawled over my face when I stepped out. It felt like a new world to me. Freedom! I feel like a bird.

I pursed my lips walking through the streets when I felt gazes on me. When curious gazes swiped over me they looked around me for him.

The Almighty King!

I should wear something that could cover my face. People were recognizing me in my peppy pink sundress and blonde hair.

' He's recently crowned king. It's all over the newspaper, channel that he got married to a millionaire's daughter. Why not a billionaire!'

I ignored the gazes which seemed hard. But I could feel them over me and their whispers were reaching my ears. Questioning only one thing, 'Where's my husband? '

' It can't be denied he's sinfully handsome and every girl wants him. '

I forgot to have my breakfast. I glanced at a cosy, comfortable place. I could see couples, it seemed like a romantic place.

I sank into the dark wooden chair and removed my backpack from my shoulder. This trip wasn't planned. I needed a map first so I could see the city.

' I don't know much about the city. This cosy restaurant is located in a cobblestone alley and I can hear romantic strains of a violin drifting from open windows. '

It helped me to forget strange gazes over me and their stupid question.

I plucked my gaze from the street and glanced up at the pretty girl. She must be practising. Her eyes were closed. I had no knowledge about music. But I could compare it to better music than at my after wedding party.

I gave my order to a pretty Italian young girl. She greeted me in her native language. I replied in English. To my relief, she didn't gawk at me like the others. I could bet she didn't know anything about me and my king. I snorted at the thought.

My hands were resting in my lap, ankles crossed. She was still playing. Abruptly, my eyes widened. When I felt a shadow over me. Before I could see his face. His hot lips crushed on mine. Two strong hands gripped my right wrist and the side of the waist. I met his dark glare. His teeth dug in my lower lip. I gasped. He used the opportunity and thrust his tongue into my mouth. His hands tightened on my waist and wrist as I wiggled under him. He didn't remove his gaze from me. I fisted his shirt in my hand, nails digging in my palm. When he pulled back. We were both panting. I pressed my lips in annoyance and felt them swollen. A strange flicker of excitement filled me. But I showed hatred on my face.

"H...." I open my mouth to speak.

He pressed his lips again, "I'll f**k you right here. if you dare to evoke it." He drew his face back. A cold smile twisted his lips.

I bit the inside of my lips as heat crawled through my body. He was looking dead serious about it. He gave me a hard look.

' If he can bring a second woman to **** on his wedding night, he can do this too. His threat doesn't seem empty. His hand is already crawling on my thigh. '

"Remove your hands," I said with a fake smile on my lips. The same smile was glued on my lips on our wedding day.

"We need to talk," He says, eyes blazing.

" I don't give a damn. " I muttered under my breath.

"Ma'am, should I come later?" The pretty waitress asked, holding the tray. She was looking at him with wide eyes, a broad grin, and a shocked look. She didn't notice we were arguing.

"No, please," He said with a smile and motioned her to put the tray.

She gleefully placed it on the table. She didn't avert her gaze from him. She wrings her hands as she places the tray on the table, "Can I have a selfie with you, please?" She pleaded.

"Sure," He smirked.

I rolled my eyes inwardly. If I weren't here he must be flirting with her and persuading her to spend the night with her.

Playboy!

She took out her phone from the pouch of her apron and came closer to him. Bending on her knees she took a picture of them. She didn't offer to have a click with me. I thinned my lips and stared at her. Her smile wavered as her grey eyes met mine.

' Can't she see my swollen lips? '

With another smirk, she hurried in.

He glanced at me with another s**y smirk as he found it humorous. I thinned my lips once again and advanced my hand for my breakfast.

My hand stopped before I could touch the tray. Another frown creased my brows. She brought breakfast for two people.

"Intelligent chick," He said with a smirk and grabbed the plate from the tray.

"Unprofessional people," I blurted

Things seemed out of control with this man around me.

"Where do you want to start? You broke into my room last night. Clicked my pictures. Without my permission or your hair? " His fingers curled around the cup as he took a sip of his black coffee.

' He didn't even make an order but she knows what he likes to eat. Would that! I could tell her about last night? The way! The waitress was looking at him. I don't think it would bother her. She's enjoying the view. '

I leaned forward. I knew all the gazes were on him. I cleared my throat, "I've nothing to start with you. Sign the divorce and get out of my life," I snapped in a slow voice, "I'm not sure, this marriage would ever work," I leaned back and grabbed my fork.

I began to eat my salad and slid the glass closer to me. I was expecting a cold gaze from him.

My eyes widened when his hand slipped on my thigh. I hardly swallow a bit of cucumber. He slid it under my dress. Another gulp worked through my throat. Heat crawled my body. My stomach released thousands of butterflies.

' I hate that he can make me feel like this. I wanna stab him with a fork, '

"Let's talk after reaching our room, darling." He said, pressing his fingers on my skin.

I inhaled a deep breath which I was holding when his fingers drew back. He leaned back in his chair and stared at me quietly. I couldn't eat after this. I pushed myself up and spun to leave.