Ryan's Unexpected Bride

"Do you take Ariana Mason as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you apart?" the priest asked.

"I do," he replied curtly, looking nothing in particular as his eyes void of any emotion he was feeling.

The priest turned to the bride and asked,

"Do you take Ryan Walter as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you apart?" her heart skipped a beat before responding in a crooked voice.

"I do,"

"In the name of the Holy Spirit, I now solemnly declare you husband and wife. Let no one put asunder those that have been joined together today in the presence of almighty God. You may now kiss the bride." the priest pronounced.

She closed her eyes with a beating heart.

Her stranger husband moved to her slowly and lifted her white veil a little. He leaned his head on her right side, and Ariana waited for his cold lips on hers, but a gush of air passed through her face.

She quivered and opened her eyes to know what was delaying him, but to her surprise, she was left alone at the altar chastened.

After all, she was just a last-minute bride.

Ariana POV

My day started like any other day from the storeroom of this house. This house belonged to my dad and aunt. My dad was not my actual dad, but he brought me up, so I called him dad. Dad, Michael loved me like her daughter Ainsley mason. That's why he gave me his family name, mason.

But my aunt Helen forbad me to call her mom as Ainsley called her.

Aunt and Ainsley didn't like me from childhood. That's why I have to do all the household work from morning breakfast to dinner, laundry, and cleaning each and everything.

But it's alright because they paid for my school fee and gave me shelter and food to eat.

They were not my actual parents but provided me enough, and I couldn't pay for their kindness even if I had to work like a machine all my life.

It was 6 am, and before going to college, I had to make breakfast and do the cleaning. So after doing morning chores, I moved to the lounge and started cleaning.

Cleaning had done at 7 am, and then I moved to the kitchen for breakfast.

I was preparing breakfast when dad came to the dining table.

"Good Morning Ariana."

"Morning, dad," I wished him and gave him his favorite pancakes and milk, which he took gladly.

"Are you free these days and today?" Dad asked, taking a bite of his pancake.

"No, dad. I have to go to college, but after that, maybe I would be free." I thought about Aunt Helen. If she wouldn't give me any work, only then I will be free.

Dad nodded.

"But why, dad? Is it something important?" I asked, retracting the kitchen stuff and cleaning it because breakfast was ready.

"No, not important, but I was going to another city for some office work, so I thought to take you with me. Maybe you would enjoy yourself there."

"No, she won't go, and for how many days you're going. You didn't inform me." Aunt raised her brow and almost yelled.

"Not informing you is not a big deal, and about Ariana, if she goes with me or not will decide by her, not you. So cut the crap and stop yelling at me." Dad became ferocious, and I instantly spoke to calm him.

"Dad, Aunt is right. I can't go. I told you I have college to attend, so I can't go."

Dad stood and came to me. He caressed my cheek and exclaimed.

"Ariana, your dad is always with you, and you don't need to feel pressured. If you don't like something and you don't want, you can speak freely, and I'll listen to you."

I placed my palm on dad's hand.

"I know that you're always with me."

Dad kissed my forehead and bid us farewell.

Aunt was showering daggers at me through her eyes, and I tiptoed to my so-called room and took a college bag to go to college.

I was passing through the hall when Aunt exclaimed.

"Stop, today you're not going to the college."

I looked at her and wanted to ask, why? But nothing came from my lips.

"Today, some of my guests are coming, so you have to make lunch," Aunt exclaimed, shaping her nails with a nail file.

I curtly nodded and took a step to go to my room when Aunt voiced out.

"I'm sending a dress to your room, and please wear that dress to look presentable. I don't want to lose face before my friends."

Aunt mocked, looking at my worn-out jeans and shirt that were not in the state to carry anymore.

Tears glistened in my eyes, but I ran to my room because I didn't want to show her my pathetic self. She won't have any mercy on me.

Reaching my room, I fell on the mattress and cried to my heart's extent.

"Why does Aunt Helen behave so rudely towards me? Ainsley and I are the same age, but she loves her so much that she did nothing. Ainsley doesn't even know how to do household work. Her room is so beautiful and big while she gave me a storeroom. Just because I'm not her actual daughter, she hates me and so indifferent to me."

I was crying over my fate and sobbing why my parents left me? Michael's dad loved me, but still I craved a mother's love and Ainsley for an outside world; she was my sister, but I knew how much she despised me.

I was whimpering and shedding my tears when Ainsley came into my room.

She threw the red color dress on my face.

"Bitch, stop your drama and wear this dress after making lunch, and please don't let mom get angry. I have to introduce Keith after lunch." She walked out, and I again fell into the cruel reality of my life.

"Keith, how can you do this to me. Besides dad, only you were the person who behaved nicely to me. You know you're my crush, then why? Every time the thing I liked or loved, Ainsley took away from me, even Keith as well."

I sniveled for a while, and then my tears got dried.

I picked the dress from the mattress and checked it. It was a short dress, and I didn't wear such type of dress till now.

Placing the dress back on the mattress, I went to buy groceries for lunch.

I was picking grocery things when two girls standing beside me talked.

"Hey, did you see the news?"

"New? Which one?"

"Oh my god, you didn't see the most handsome bachelor of the city Ryan Walter is going to marry today."

"What? Ryan Walter, the president of Walter industries."

"Yeah,"

"Who is the lucky one? You know he was my crush." Taking to each other, they moved to the counter, and I wondered who the guy was, the most handsome bachelor.

I shrugged my thoughts and went to the counter to pay.

Reaching home, I became busy in the kitchen preparing lunch.

After getting free, I moved to my room and changed into that dress. The dress was hardly down my ass, and it hung to my body like a second skin. I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't want to annoy Aunt, so I carried it. I did light makeover and wore my heels, the only pair I got last year from dad as a birthday present.

I was doing my hair when Aunt came into my room.

"Why are you taking this long?" She yelled at me and looked from head to toe.

"Perfect. You looked like a slut. I want you to be."

Tears glistened in my eyes, but I stopped them before slipping.

"Come downstairs and serve them champagne."

"Me," my voice was hardly audible, but Aunt listened to it.

"No, your bitchy mother who left you for fuck's sake."

"Aunt, please don't abuse my mom."

"What will you do? I'll say this bloody bitch. Like mother like daughter." I was going to say something when Ainsley came.

"Mom, they are waiting, don't waste your time."

"Whatever, bring her to the guestroom."

I went downstairs when Ainsley gave me a champagne bottle and told me to go to the guest room.

I was nervous and pulling my dress to cover my ass and legs, but the dress was short.

When I walked inside the room, I saw a man in his 40s sitting on the couch, and beside him, Aunt was present.

"Come, darling, serve them champagne," Aunt exclaimed in a sugary voice.

I moved to them and poured it on the glass. But I felt disgusted by the looks that the man was giving me.

After handing him the glass, I moved to go when Aunt asked me to sit beside them.

I wondered why she wanted me to sit with her friend.

When I sat in between Aunt and that man, he placed his hand on my thigh, and I stood in panic. The glass of champagne fell on his suit, and Aunt slapped me on my cheek.

"You bitch, do you know what you did? You know the price of his suit?"

"Aunt, he touched me." I was going to say when Aunt dropped a bomb on me.

"So, what if he touched you? He is your master from now, and you have to satisfy him."

For a minute, I fell in a deep shock. What was she saying? My master and I have to satisfy him. What the fuck was this? I was in my thoughts when I heard Aunt exclaiming sorry to the man.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Elijah. Don't mind her. She is new to this and knows nothing, but I'm sure you'll teach her and guide her."

"Don't worry, Helen. I'll talk sense into her on the bed." Both laughed evilly, and I ran from there to save my life.

But Aunt grasped me and held me in a firm grip.

"Aunt, why are you doing this? I'm like an Ainsley to you don't do this."

Aunt slapped me again, and I fell to the floor because of the intensity.

"Don't take my daughter's name from your bitchy tongue."

"Mr. Elijah, call your men and take her because I have already received the money."

"No, Aunt, you can't do this. Dad would be angry. He won't forgive you. Aunt, please don't do this. Please have some mercy." I cried and begged her for mercy, but she stomped me.

I again tried to get free and run when two men came to the room, and they took hold of me from arms.

I begged again and again, but Aunt didn't show any mercy, and they pushed me into the car.

One man went to the driver's seat. But another and his boss sat on both sides of me. I shouted and cried to get free, but they drove the car towards their destination.

I was struggling continuously, and after a drive of five minutes, the boss exclaimed.

"Did you bring the injection?"

"Yes, boss,"

"Then what are you waiting for? Inject her and stop her flouncing."

The man instantly took the syringe from the back pocket and filled the medicine in it.

He was going to inject me, but I bounced, and that syringe went into the thigh of their boss. He whined in pain, and his grip loosened from my hands. I took this chance and injected the medicine into his thigh.

The other man slapped me and took the syringe from my hand. But my work has done.

"What the fuck is this? I told you to inject her, not me." Saying this, the man blanked out.

The man in the driver's seat stopped the car, and the man on my left side got off to check on their boss. Taking this chance, I ran to save my life.

The two men also ran behind me. I put off the heels and carry them in my hand. I ran for my dear life, but no man was present to save me. The car had stopped on a hilly road, so no one was coming or going. She ran into the trees, and the men were chasing her.

Running from one side of the road, she reached the other side. She ran when suddenly a car crossed and hit her slightly. She fell on the road, and the car stopped with a jerk.

Ariana ran towards the car when the car owner came out to check whether the person has injured.

On seeing the person, Ariana begged for his help.

"Please help me. Two men are chasing me. Please help."

The person looked at her from top to bottom, and he found her tempting.

He was looking at her hotness when two men came from behind.

"Hey, you hand her over to us."

Ryan's POV

Love is the most beautiful feeling in this world. When we love someone, then we forget about their rights or wrong. The person close to our heart will remain close, whether they have undesirable traits or good.

Similarly, Amaya is my sweetheart, my childhood crush, my love. She is the daughter of my dad's friend, Jared Evan. We engaged from childhood, and I loved her from that time.

She sometimes behaved cold and rude, but I knew she also loved me. Besides my lover, she is my best friend who knew me so well. She is my confidence.

Finally, she agreed to marry me after continuously trying for two years. She loves me but runs from the marriage thing.

But today, she will be mine because today is the day of our marriage.

I waited for this day for the last 14 years, and finally, my wait ended.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was ready in a navy blue tuxedo and brown shoes. In the mirror, I can see the bulge formed in my pants only from the thoughts of Amaya.

Her thoughts always gave me a hard-on, and I had to masturbate to calm myself. We never did sex as she didn't talk to me about this stuff. She is a shy girl who doesn't like this before marriage, and I have saved myself just for her.

Today my wait would end, and I would have her to my heart's content.

I gave myself a final touch and moved to the bridal room. I made that room a bridal room because that room has a back door for me. I wanted to see her before everyone else. That's why I went to that room to see her.

When I moved inside the room, it was empty. I walked to the dressing room inside the bridal room; and knocked on the door. When Amaya didn't speak, I opened the door, and it was also empty, and the wedding dress was present there. This dress I brought for her myself because she didn't like shopping, so I did everything. I took that dress in my hand and dialed her number, but it was powered off. I called her again, but it had switched off. I put the dress back on the couch when I saw a note fall on the floor. I took it and read it. But as I was reading it, my heartbeat was increasing.

"Ryan darling, sorry to leave you behind, but I'm going far away from you, enjoying my life. You were never my type, so I'm going with the person who is my love and my life. You know that Jacob from our college. He was my love, but you wouldn't be able to find out, you dumbhead. I was with you just because of my dad, but now I'm going with Jacob because I can't marry you. Thank you for everything, even saving your dick, but listen to me. I already had Jacob's dick, and I enjoyed it. Don't die because of me. Bye, sweetheart."

My blood boiled with anger, and I instantly called Damien my best friend.

"Hello,"

"Amaya, run away with Jacob. Search every airport and find her. I want her right now."

"But,"

I ended the call and moved out of the mansion. I hopped in my car and went to the nearest airport to find her.

"How she dare to leave me?" I was hell annoyed because I loved her for 14 years and what she gave me. She should have told me, but no, she said nothing to me.

I took her silence as shyness, but no, she cheated on me.

She didn't like me from the start, but I was getting mad at her. Damn, damn, damn.

I reached the nearby airport in agony and rage. Only my name was enough to find out, but I went myself there, and on seeing me there, they did my work in some minutes.

But to my bad luck or her luck, the flight she had taken off, and she flew away from me in Paris.

In brokenness and defeat, I drove off my car back to the mansion, but soon after the drive of some minutes, a girl from nowhere bumped into my car. I applied brakes, and the car stopped with a jerk. I got off the car when a girl came to me for help.

"Please help me. Two men are chasing me. Please help." I looked at her from head to toe, and she was the package of hotness. She was looking like a dismal in distress. I found her tempting. I was staring at her when I heard a voice from behind.

"Hey you, hand her over to us."

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Third person POV

In the voice of the men, she panicked and went behind Ryan. Ariana held his arm between her tiny hands and hid behind his broad chest.

"Please, save me." Her voice was full of fear.

He looked at her, turning his neck to her. He looked at her eyes in which tears glistened, and cheeks had the print of a hand. Her lips were quivering and looking tempting to him. He gulped down before turning to the men who again called him.

"Hey, give her to us. She belonged to our master."

Ryan turned his attention towards Ariana.

"Do you know them?"

Ariana shook her head.

"She doesn't know you. So fuck off." He turned his back to them when one of them attacked him, and Ariana screamed.

Because of her scream, he found that the man had attacked him, so he dodged his attack and yelled.

"I said fuck off."

"We won't go without this girl." those words left from the man's mouth, Ryan punched him on his face and broke his bloody nose.

The other man yelled and attacked him, but he beat them like a drum. He was already in a bad mood, so he took out all his frustration and punched them like a punching bag. Soon, both of them were lying on the ground in an unconscious state.

"If a girl is not willingly, then stop forcing her."

He arranged his suit and moved towards Ariana, standing beside his car. She was looking at him with an opened mouth.

Coming from those men to her, he examined her figure from head to toe, and he admired her figure. Her body has well-defined curves in perfect places, and her blossom was exactly to his liking.

She found him staring at her, so she felt uncomfortable and attempted to pull her dress to cover herself.

He smirked, enjoying her condition. A lovely smile came to his lips after a hectic and stressful day, seeing her blush. He knew he was the reason for this blush.

He approached her, and Ariana put her hair strand behind her ear in nervousness.

"Thanks for saving me."

"It's Alright. What is your name? And tell me your address. I'll drop you home." Ryan didn't complete his sentence when his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pants pocket and answered.

"Where are you? Everyone is waiting for you and Amaya. The media and press are probing. Come home soon."

"I'm coming," He ended the call and turned his attention towards Ariana, who was looking at her bare feet because, while running, her heels has left behind. He again examined her from head to toe and thought about something before exclaiming.

"Are you single?"

"Huh, what do you mean?" Ariana felt awkward about this question.

"Do you have any boyfriend?"

Ariana thought about Keith, but then shook her head.

"Good, then marry me."

Ariana looked at him in disbelief.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I said marry me."

"Why would I marry you? I know you saved me, but it's not mean I have to marry you." Her voice was soft yet solemn.

"Do you know if they took you with them what they would have done to you?"

When Ariana didn't speak, he exclaimed.

"I helped you, so now it's your time to help me."

"Help you. How?" Ariana looked towards him.

"Marry me."

Ariana again looked towards him, and she found him handsome. Indeed, he was stunning. His brown orbs, long thick eyelashes, full lips, and higher cheekbone have complimented his handsomeness.

She could feel his intoxicating scent, and a blush crept to her cheeks.

"But I can't marry you like this."

"If you want to call your parents, you can, but I have little time. Let's go."

"Where?"

"To marry." He replied, turning his face back to her.

"No, I mean this soon." Ariana blushed, and her head was low.

"We have to marry within an hour. I have little time. Let's go."

He pulled her and made her sit in the passenger seat while he hopped in the driver's seat.

On their way to his mansion, he exclaimed to her.

"Call your parents and inform them to come to Walter's mansion."

"I don't have anyone." Tears formed in her eyes, and she turned her face towards the window.

"Oh, it's alright."

Rest of the journey, they didn't talk.

On reaching the mansion, they went to the bridal room. They went there from the back door, and no one saw them.

When he gave the bridal dress to Ariana, tears formed in his eyes, but he hid them skillfully. Because he brought this dress himself for Amaya, but she scorned this dress along with his love.

"Wear this dress within five minutes. I'm waiting."

"In front of you," Ariana's eyes opened wide while blush crept to her cheeks.

"No, look at your right. That is the dressing room. Go there and change your dress." Ariana looked to her right and nodded.

"Go," He commanded, and Ariana ran to the dressing room but stopped when Ryan asked.

"What is your name?"

"Ariana,"

"Full name,"

"Ariana Mason and your," Ariana asked, but he went outside, so she walked into the dressing room.

Ryan met his father, Roman Walter.

"Where were you? And where is Amaya?" He asked, looking here and there.

"Dad, she ran away."

"What do you mean? Where she went? What we'll do now?"

"Dad, I'll explain everything but after the wedding."

"Amaya is not here then wedding, what is it mean?"

"Dad, send mom to the dressing room. My bride is getting ready there."

"Your bride," Roman was going to say when his friend Damien Devon came to him.

"Dad, we'll talk later."

Ryan walked off from there with Damien.

"What happened? Did you meet her? What she said?"

"Don't take her name. We'll talk after the wedding."

"Wedding." Damien knitted his brow, and Ryan explained everything.

In the dressing room,

Ariana looked at the dress and the white lingerie. A blush crept to her cheeks, and she hugged the dress.

"I don't know if marrying you is right or wrong. I don't even know your name, but you helped me today and saved my prestige. So I'm just returning your favor by helping you. I don't know why I have to marry you to help you. But marrying you will also help me. I also need shelter to hide from Aunt and that man. So, I'm doing this also for me."

Saying this, she got into the white lingerie and wedding gown. She did a light makeover and styled her hair into a messy bun.

When she was ready, she moved out of the dressing room where Ryan's mother, Evelyn Walter, was waiting for her.

Seeing Ariana, Evelyn smiled and hugged her.

"Thanks for helping us out."