Jenny POV:
As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but feel like a princess. My Martin Katz and Renée Strauss Diamond wedding gown sparkled in the soft light, its delicate lace and intricate beading shimmering like diamonds. I slipped on my Debbie Wingham heels, the soft click of the stiletto a reminder of the elegance that surrounded me.
My hair stylist, a master of her craft, had styled my locks into a breathtaking updo, each strand carefully placed to frame my face. My makeup artist had worked her magic, enhancing my natural beauty with a light touch, my skin glowing with a radiant sheen.
With a final flourish, I was ready. I made my way to the luxurious Lexus Landaulet, its custom exterior adorned with delicate flowers and ribbons, its interior upholstered in the finest leather. Five additional Lexus cars followed closely behind, a convoy of elegance and sophistication.
As we arrived at the wedding venue, a stunning mansion with manicured lawns and crystal-clear fountains, I felt a sense of wonder. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft strains of classical music.
I stepped out of the car, my eyes locking onto Alex, who stood waiting for me. He looked every inch the billionaire, his Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition suit fitting him impeccably, his Rolex wristwatch glinting in the light. His Tom Ford Custom loafers shone with a subtle polish, his eyes locked onto mine with an unwavering gaze.
As I began my walk down the aisle, l saw ten imposing bodyguards, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of professionalism and menace. The crowd erupted into a collective gasp, their whispers and admiration filling the air.
The ceremony began, a beautiful blend of tradition and luxury, with Alex and I exchanging vows in a romantic gazebo surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flowers.
The priest's voice rang out, clear and solemn, as he began the ancient ritual. "Do you take Jennifer Core's..." he said, his eyes locked onto Alex's, his voice dripping with gravity.
"As your lawful wife," the priest continued, his words echoing through the lush greenery and vibrant flowers surrounding the gazebo.
"To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The priest's words hung in the air, a promise of forever.
Alex's voice was calm, detached, as he replied, "I do." His eyes never left mine, his gaze piercing, as if daring me to back down.
The priest turned to me, his eyes softening. "Do you take Alexander Grande..."
"As your lawful husband," he continued, his voice gentle, yet firm.
"To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The priest's words were a promise, a vow, a bond between us.
My voice trembled slightly as I replied, "I do." My heart raced, my soul soaring, as I sealed my fate to this man, this enigmatic, heartless man.
Alex POV:
As I stood at the altar, my best man handed the bride's ring to the priest, who blessed it with a gentle touch. The soft glow of the candles and the sweet scent of the flowers surrounding us filled the air, creating a sense of serenity. The priest then handed the ring to me, and I slid it onto Jenny's finger, feeling a sense of possessiveness wash over me. Her eyes locked onto mine, sparkling with happiness.
The maid of honor handed her the ring, and I felt a strange sense of calm as the priest blessed it. Jenny's hands trembled slightly as she placed it on my finger, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of the ring, the symbol of our commitment to each other.
Together, we recited our vows, our voices steady and firm. "I take this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit." The words hung in the air, a promise of forever.
The priest smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "We hereby call you two husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." I leaned in, my lips brushing against Jenny's in a soft, gentle kiss. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as we signed the wedding certificate, sealing our union.
The reception was a whirlwind of color and sound, the luxurious decor and lavish food a testament to my wealth and status. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air, creating a sense of joy and celebration. As we danced, millions of dollars were sprayed around us, the air thick with the scent of money and excess.
But I didn't care. I was too busy gazing at Jenny, my heartless exterior softening ever so slightly as I stared at her lovely face. Who would have thought that I, the heartless billionaire, would become a married man today, showing affection and love to my innocent wife? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
As the night wore on, friends and family came to offer their gifts and well-wishes. Lydian teased us about starting a family soon, and Annie hugged us tightly, begging for nieces and nephews. "I will be expecting to see babies soon," Lydian said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We will," I replied, smiling at Jenny.
Pictures were taken, capturing the happiness and love that surrounded us. I instructed everyone to keep the wedding private for now, until after a week had passed. It was a small price to pay for the love and adoration that surrounded us tonight.
As the night drew to a close, I gazed at Jenny, my heart full of emotion. I knew that I would do anything to protect her, to make her happy. And in that moment, I knew that I was truly hers.
Jenny POV:
As we stepped into the luxurious hotel, the soft glow of crystal chandeliers and the sweet scent of fresh flowers enveloped us, creating a sense of opulence and sophistication. The marble floors gleamed beneath our feet, and the gentle hum of conversation from the lobby bar filled the air, punctuated by the soft clinking of glasses.
We made our way to the elevator, surrounded by the discreet yet imposing presence of our bodyguards. The doors slid open, revealing a spacious suite with a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room was adorned with plush furnishings, rich fabrics, and exquisite artwork, exuding an atmosphere of refined elegance.
As I entered the hotel room, I was struck by the romantic ambiance. Red roses petals were scattered across the floor, leading to a trail of little candles that flickered softly, casting a warm glow. The room was decorated with delicate lace and silk, creating a sense of intimacy and passion. I felt a flutter in my chest as I wondered, are we really going to do this?
Alex helped me zip down my gown, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "You should change first," he said, his voice low and husky, as he left the room.
I slipped into the bathroom, my heart racing with anticipation. I changed into the lingerie, feeling a sense of vulnerability and excitement. As I emerged, I saw Alex already on the bed, his night clothes clinging to his chiseled physique. He patted the bed beside him, inviting me to join him. I hesitated for a moment before lying down beside him. He covered us with the duvet, his arm wrapping around me, pulling me close.
"Do you want us to consummate the wedding?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I replied shyly, "I don't know."
"Okay," he said, his voice reassuring. "Let's sleep then."
"Good night, love," I said, the words feeling foreign yet sweet on my lips.
"Same, wifey," he replied, pulling me closer, his arms enveloping me in a warm embrace. We drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the soft glow of candles and the gentle scent of roses.
The next morning, we soared through the skies to the City of Love, Paris, our honeymoon destination. The gifts and other items were left in the capable hands of Leo, as we traveled incognito, donning hoodies, baggy trousers, and face masks to conceal our identities. Alex's bodyguards trailed behind us, ever vigilant.
As we arrived in Paris, the Eiffel Tower rose before us, its iron latticework gleaming in the sunlight. We settled into a luxurious hotel, its opulent decor and lavish furnishings a testament to the city's renowned elegance.
Our days were filled with laughter and adventure, as we strolled along the Seine, hand in hand, taking in the city's breathtaking beauty. We shopped at charming boutiques, dined at quaint cafes, and captured memories with every snapshot.
With each passing moment, our connection deepened, our feelings for each other growing stronger. I saw it in Alex's eyes, a glimmer of emotion he couldn't quite conceal.
One evening, as we sat together, I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Alex, there's a word I want to called...I'm sorry." My tone was laced with a mix of love and lingering anger.
He gazed into my eyes, his expression calm, yet curious. "I know. So, where is this going?"
I hesitated, my words tumbling out in a gentle whisper. "You did something I didn't like today, and I was hoping you'd apologize."
He paused, his chest rising with a sigh, before his voice filled the space between us. "I'm sorry, Jen. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." His lips brushed against my forehead, a tender gesture.
In another moment, we found ourselves lost in laughter, Alex's fingers tickling my sides. "Stop it, Alex!" I giggled, my eyes shining with mirth.
He swept me into his arms, spinning me around, our joy infectious. "There's no turning back," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.
And in that instant, I knew our love would forever be etched in the city of Paris.
Alex POV:
As I gazed out the window, watching the city unfold below, I couldn't help but notice the stir our wedding had caused. Pictures and videos circulated on the internet, sparking a frenzy among my fans.
Some showered us with blessings, while others spewed venom at Jenny. I remained unfazed, my heart a fortress of indifference. Their opinions were mere whispers in the wind, holding no power over me.
But I knew their words could pierce Jenny's heart like a dagger. So, I enveloped her in my love and care, shielding her from the negativity. I made sure she felt safe, adored, and cherished.
Our honeymoon drew to a close in Dubai, the golden sands and turquoise waters a fitting backdrop for our bliss. As we traveled back to Country X, reality beckoned. Work began, its familiar rhythm a welcome respite from the chaos of our public life.
"I don't care what they say," I told Jenny, my voice low and even, as we sat together in our private jet. "Their words are meaningless. You are mine now, and I will protect you from the world."
Jenny's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze searching for reassurance. I offered her a calm, heartless smile, my expression a mask of serenity. "We will face this together, my love. And we will emerge unscathed."