We reached the venue and started walking. It was someone's wedding, and I could grasp that much after studying the environment. As I started walking, what struck me was where that bastard was standing and why, in hell, only our friends and family were present. My steps were slow and dreadful. Whoever is close to me is giving me a concerning look.
I stood in the middle of the venue once again, I started glancing at everything. I don't want to conclude anything based on what I am seeing but I am not able to stop myself.
Did he arrange something like this behind my back? Every nerve of mine stood up, and I started burning in anger. My breathing was heavy only if I could end him once and for all.
I was staring at him intensely, and he was doing his best to avoid my eye contact. This is fucking not happening. He fucking got the nerve to arrange something like this, completely ignoring my existence. He fucking didn't think of discussing with me the nerves of this bastard. I was kept blindfolded until this moment. What the heck was this bastard's problem? Always doing whatever fucking wants in my life, not giving a dam to my opinion. He didn't even bother to discuss it at least once. What the hell should I do to him? My breathing was heavy, barely controlling myself from strangling him.
"What the hell is happening here? You're fucking kidding me, right? You fucking moron, what the hell do you want now, like 'yes or I do' from my side? Are you fucking expecting that? How the fuck can you arrange something like this, totally ignoring me?" He was looking everywhere, but not even a second sparing glance toward me. He was thinking too much to even utter a damn word. My stare was burning with the same gaze on him. "I didn't dare to discuss it with you when I knew the answer." "You fucking didn't dare to discuss with me, but fucking dare to arrange everything behind my back. Why can't I get a fucking break from you? Why the hell are you always fucking up to something? Stop fucking with my life for fuck's sake." "I want to get married to you, and I am sorry." "Sorry. Oh god, this is fucking not happening in my life."
I was not able to control myself. Words are not enough. I wanted to do something to him. I might cool down. He can't always get his way around me, not this time. No, heck no.
My hand was intervened by a small one, and I knew who it was. "You can't keep doing this to Papa. It's a marriage you need to discuss and get his 'yes' before arranging something like this. When are you going to learn your lesson?"
Even this kid knows how the hell these things work. How can he decide something like this? Blindfolding and that's it getting married. Is that it?
Oliver guided me to take the nearby chair, and he was beside me. Mari and David wanted to approach and console me but were stopped by Oliver.
I wanted to do so many things to teach him a bloody lesson not to fuck with me again and again, but my mind was blank. I am not able to digest anything. How the hell can he arrange something like this? God, am I that easy? Will I fucking get married just like that? Damit.
Everything and everyone were silent. I don't want any sympathetic words from anyone that only make me feel pathetic. My situation was something like that. I feel so stupid for doing nothing.
"He can't keep doing this to me. He can't. How can he do something like this without even discussing it at least once? My breathing was wary. This is not even something; it's a fucking marriage. How on earth he thought I would fucking end up tieing a bloody knot with him? "Yes, you are right. He shouldn't have done something like this. It's a lifetime commitment. I hate his guts." "He always pushes me to the edge. He fucking always does that. I hate him so much." "Pop, calm down. I am here, and I am not going to let that happen. Why is he the one always trapping you? Why can't we trap him at least once?
I was absorbed in the thoughts of what was happening around me and how to get back to him. My thoughts were like answers, but I was confused. How the hell can I do that to him? Trapping that bastard seriously. I slowly turned to face Oliver, who was, as usual, always relaxed and confident in what he was saying. "Let him taste his own doing at least once, and we should take advantage of this situation." I was a hell of confused about taking advantage of this situation. "Ok." "Hear me out. Whenever I am scrolling, I hate his name, always attached to someone who is bloody famous. Always, he will be in the news with some celebrity, and we knew that's not fucking true. As his status is single, someone keeps approaching and trying their chances. He is a billionaire who is going to miss this opportunity. Someone is very keen to be rumored with him for obvious reasons. I don't know how you take those things, but my blood will boil every time I see those news stories. None of it is true, and we are still not able to do anything to him because you don't have a label. I took enough, and we both need a break from those, so this is a good opportunity."
I was getting it because sometimes I hate it so much that I end up throwing him out of the room without giving the reason. He would always try to clear me then and there, but I couldn't help myself from getting frustrated, and in some way, I would always make sure to throw that frustration at him. "Perk of marrying him if marriage didn't work out will be eligible to get at least half of his property. Whether you like this lifestyle or not, I have fallen in love with it." "I am not going to marry him because of money. Don't worry, I will fulfill your needs." "By working hard, you will make sure, but I don't want you to do that. When we are getting millions together without working hard, I intend to grab it. Besides, I am only talking about perks. That's not the main concern over here. Changing his status and throwing at everyone that he is not available to anyone anymore. You have power over him in certain situations. You should be in a position without giving pause to take any action. Getting your rights and using them whenever the hell you want in front of anyone. We are stuck with him; let's stick rightfully at least. Why the hell do we need to be stuck with him when he is bloody free to do whatever he wants? Let's make sure he is stuck with us. Not to forget about the perk." "Stop saying that. I am not going to marry him for ridiculous reasons." "Sometimes I really do feel sorry for you. Who will think like you, God? Ok, let's forget about money, but what about other factors? I really don't want his name attached to anyone. Whether the rumors are true or not, that's not the concern over here. Stop those once and for all."
Is he making sense? Yeah, it annoys me like hell whenever his name is tagged with someone, but for that, should I take such a step? "But." "We are trapping him in every way, not vice versa. This will give a break to everything. Once and for all, we could be relieved from his affairs, flings, or whatever. Don't forget about the property we are eligible for." "Stop saying that." "Ok. But you know I really want this life, like how it is exactly, at least till I cross fifty or more." I couldn't help but chuckle. "You can always work." "Earning this much will suck my blood for a lifetime. No, thank you. Besides, Dad is working hard enough to secure our lives, especially yours. So, yeah, I don't want to lose anything for some third person." "You are using both of us, right?" "Hey, you both introduced me to this lifestyle, so you can't blame me for getting addicted, right? That's not the point. You know very well that I will go wherever you are, and I will accumulate whatever life you will give me without complaint. We are stuck; let's stick the right way. Let's take a break from annoying news about him. Shall we? Let me clarify that you are not going to lose anything." "I don't want to go through this bullshit." "Then, don't. Just go and sign that certificate and be a legal partner. Make sure that Dad wears his ring every second without missing." I am not going to lose anything as I am not bloody famous. But I can get a permanent fucking break from his rumors. I don't bloody care about his rumors but sometimes I can't help it. It pisses me even more when I face him, and he behaves like everything is fucking normal. Till I stay with him I need peace from his bullshits and yeah, why not. What the hell was I going to lose? "Yeah, you are right? Let's just get over it."
By taking a long breath, I got up from the chair and started walking where he was. "I am not going through all these bullshits. Where are the papers?" He was shocked, and he was over it within a second. He started searching for the paper and was produced in front of me.
I didn't think of anything else. I cautioned him to wear the ring, and I wore mine. He was happy, and I hated to see him so happy. This is just an arrangement, not a fucking marriage. I was annoyed by seeing his smiling face. I turned to face the mini crowd, and everyone was stunned at their spot. Everything happened in a few seconds, and no one was able to react to anything. I was not able to find one smiling face over here. They were not able to believe what I had done. In fact, even I can't believe what I just did. Did I just give in once again?
From the day I committed to Dad about this, I was thinking of ways to make my papa give in, and it was very hard. Common, if I consider everything, how on earth is anyone going to agree? It was a hard task, but I got my way. Did I just turn out to be like my dad? It looks like that. I want to be a mixture of both of them, but I think I am more influenced by my dad, which has perks but also drawbacks. I should try my best to be a mixture of them. I can't be as cunning as my dad or as naïve as my papa. I can't believe that I played him into getting himself committed to someone. In an odd way, they are made for each other, and this psychopath would not let go of my papa that easily. Yeah, not to forget the lifestyle, which I am in love with. When I saw Papa signing the documents, I couldn't help but conclude, 'Naiveness overloaded' with this guy. God, I can't believe he gave in again.
When Gray entered, I was shivering inside. When his steps were slow and stunned by watching everything, I thought that was it; he would turn and leave the venue. When Oliver spoke against me, I wanted to kill this kid for backstabbing me. I was cursing deep down for making a deal with a kid. I wanted to yell at him at that second for speaking like that, but I held back, and I don't know why. Oliver doesn't give a dam about my feelings, but he won't hurt Gray and respect him so much. That's why I kept quiet; if he wanted to get back to me, he wouldn't dare to involve Gray in that. We won't get along in the future, for sure. Still, if we are breathing under the same roof, and I know it's because of Gray, In the first place, I adopted him because of Gray. After knowing everything, I trusted that kid on this matter, not to forget I didn't have anyone to rely on. I want Gray in my life, and Oliver wants him to be happy, so it worked out, I guess. I don't know what they discussed between them, but it worked my way. When I saw Gray signing the papers, I was over the moon. I was not sure how to express myself, as I was not confident enough to tie the knot with him. I even dread to dream about it.
When he ordered me to wear that ring myself, I didn't give a dam and wore it proudly. I don't know what they discussed, but it worked out, and that's all that matters. I wanted to kiss him so badly in front of these bastards, but now it was no time to cross the limit. I am married at last, and it was enough for me. I am married to Gray; it happened. My dreadful dream came true.
Gray started walking toward the car, and I and Oliver followed him. He didn't talk with anyone; if I am not mistaken, he was confused and shocked. I get it. This kid, oh god, I am raising a mini version of me, and I should be damn careful in the future.
We were in the car, and I instructed the driver to take us to the airport. "You fucking planned everything. Can't you fucking discuss something with me?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes as if he would give a dam. "Where are we going?" "Honeymoon." "You can't force me into every bullshit thing that you have planned. Get it." "We are taking Oliver too. So, let's think of it as a family trip, ok?" "When will you stop making decisions for us?" "When you stop running from me and play hard to get type." I couldn't help but shout those, and this time he was rolling his eyes. "I have told you like 'N' number of times to leave me in hell alone. Have you not heard it?" "Suck it up; it's never going to happen in this life, and we are here." "I bet you have packed our luggage too." "Well." By taking his hand, I dragged him to the plane.