Billionaire's Debt

Chapter Four

My eyes snapped open and I jerked awake as the door banged on the wall. My eyes are burning and I don't know what part of me is aching by sleeping on a chair.

A large white box landed on the table infront of me and i looked up at the source that threw this box.

"Your wedding dress. Thirty minutes. If you're late, I'll drag you out even if you're naked."

The man above me warned. What the hell is he talking? Ready for wha—

Oh right, I'm getting married today. I sighed and nodded.

"Why even bother about a dress? We could just go and get married." I wiped my eyes and a yawn slipped my mouth.

"Do as you're told." He said and walked out, slamming the door like he always does. Why isn't the door breaking? Does he have to have such a dramatic entrance or exit everytime he needs to tell me he's in the same room.

I don't know when i fell asleep or how i was able to get some sleep despite the chaos surrounding me.

I yawned again and got up from the couch. All my muscles ached with my every step and I still felt dizzy like I want to close my eyes and sleep for eternity. Although, Lucifer out there wouldn't allow me to do so. He'll come and drag me back to hell.

I picked the box and almost dropped it with how heavy it is. I didn't know dresses weight this much. Shaking my head i took it to the bathroom and put the box on the bathroom counter that had an array of make-up products sprawled. Everything brand new and untouched for my need or rather his needs.

The reflection on my face is not like everyday and why will it be? Today is not like every other day. It's my wedding day. I smiled at the thought but not like i always thought i would. With a blushing face and a nervous shy smile at the thought of marrying the man i love. The reality is a joke on me. I know i could marry again after he walks out of my life but the feeling of first is lost. This will always haunt me.

Sighing I took the lid off the box and unwrapped the packing papers that hid the dress. My eyes almost blinded at the glitters on the bodice. Such a pity that my face wouldn't be shinning like this when i put the dress on. I took the dress from the box, wincing at the weight of the dress but as i held it in front of the mirror in all it's glory a gasp left my lips.

It's beautiful to say the least. Something that's ripped out of a magazine. Soo much tulle that it might swallow me in a heartbeat and a beautiful lace bodice beadded with crystals and pearls that doesn't end long but right above my waist and a flowy skirt that'll put Cinderella's ball gown to shame but what purpose would it serve than beint the beginning of my torture tenure that'll last for twelve long months.

I sighed and put the dress on as carefully as i can. It fit me like a second skin and the tulle sleves that fell on my arms instead of staying on my shoulders are soo delicate. I'm pretty even if i didn't want to. I've never worn something like this in my entire life but it comes with a cost of him.

He wouldn't have bothered with getting me this dress. It means nothing, no matter how much its priced at. Right now, I can't think but wonder if its way of taunting me that he won.

Something i never would have wished for my dress.

I always imagined I'd have Louise, Dave, Sam and Eve while dress shopping. They'd be looking at me trying on dresses and passing on pointers on what they think. I wouldn't be wearing something grand like this but something simpler, yet yelling a loud that it's made for me. We'd joke around and have lots of fun. Dave and Louise would be crying ugly, Eve wouldn't stop until she makes me try on a million dresses and Sam would say we must hurry up as he's hungry or suggest something along the line of 'Its all white, Roe! Why don't you paint on it to make it better than try a million?' It'd be such a happy time but here i am stuck in front of a mirror unshowered but in a beautiful dress and with silent tears running down my cheeks.

I wiped my tears and splashed water on my face, rincing any traces of tears since last night.

I wrapped my hair into a bun and grabbed the hair spray nearby and prayed it stays on my head and hoping none of the unruly strands wouldn't skip past my bun.

The make up on the platform is very overwhelming that i wanted to throw all of it into the bin or empty it into the sink. Eve would frown at me for doing that, complaining that I'm wasting all of it.

She'd be the one doing my make-up or hair and we'd be giggling or taking pictures but I didn't know fate has other plans for me.

Sighing I grabbed the nearest lipstick and put on a light layer over my lips. The bags under my eyes are a horror story but me and an eye pallet are the worst match. He'll have to do with this.

I walked out to find him on the phone, yelling at someone. I wonder why he loves yelling soo much, If he ever thought of the other person's feelings maybe he would stop. But thats for normal humans, not devils from hell like him.

"Shall we?"

His head snapped towards me. He looked annoyed that I stopped his yelling with someone but the moment he actually noticed me, he put the phone in his pocket.

"What the hell?! Why do you look like a homeless person?!" He yelled looking at me with a frown. "And why are you wearing those dirty shoes?!"

I did feel pretty in this dress. I don't look too ugly for him to point out. "It doesn't matter."

"Ofcourse it does matter! If anyone gets wind of it and slaps your face like this..." He gestured to me. "on any newspaper, I'll have to reason it's my wife and not some charity case."

"Well you can't change how i look--"

"I don't care! Now, go and slap some make-up on your face and take those damn shoes off."

He turmed away but i stood right there, tears brimming my eyes. I knew i was beautiful. I wasn't extremely beautiful but beautiful enough for me. Today this man's insult though hit hard. All those times someone used to ask me to do something I always brushed it off but right now I felt very ugly.

I didn't need his validation or his openion but still I felt ugly.

"Why are you still here?! I haven't gotten all day!"

"I don't know how to put on make-up." it came out as a whisper but he heard me. His frowm deepened and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Rosaline, you're such a..." He stopped and turned away from me, picking his phone.

Maybe he realised his mistake of choosing me which is even worse as he'll force Eve. Oh i hate my life.

"Send someone who can do make-up upstairs right now." He's going to that length just to make me look pretty? I hate this man even more. "I don't care how good someone is! Just send someone who can do the job right now!"

He turned to me but i still held my head down.

"Shower and take those shoes off. Don't fucking be soo difficult." with thay he walked out and slammed the door like he always does. This time i didn't flinch. I just sat on the couch as silent tears ran down my cheeks.

I always wanted a man who would love me for how i am. Not wishing more but someome who knows how to appreciate me for me but looks like this fake marriage has a lot in store to destroy me. Starting from taking away my self esteem.