I was 18 when my father arranged a marriage with a young multibillionaire man to make peace between our families, I didn't want this.
Isaac Miller is a multimillionaire, he owns thousands of companies across the world and I'm just Claudia Richardson...
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One week later "So how was your honeymoon?" Aaliyah wags her eyebrows up and down, I shake my head.
We fought mostly, but she can't know that; I sigh 'dreamily,' "it was so good," I murmur glad that Zac is now on a business trip and out of my hair.
Aaliyah and I are having a sleepover at Zac's house, should I call it our house since we are now married?
Nah. Maybe.
Anyway, Aaliyah asks, "so what did you do?" She smirks and winks at me, I almost grimace.
"Oh we had sex," I sarcastically say, she squeals.
"YOU DID!" She yells jumping up and down on the bed, I shake my head at her stupidity.
"No!" My hands fly up in the air, she pouts.
"Then what did you do?"
I clear my throat, "on the first night we went to a club he owns and danced, I even sung for him! Then we went home and I was extremely drunk and I do not remember a thing, all I remember is ice cream. We went on a date for the second night, it was candlelight and amazing-" she cuts me off.
"I saw on Instagram!" I pause looking at her weirdly.
"You follow our ship account?" She looks away awkwardly but nods.
"What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't follow you and your husbands ship account!? Speaking of that, can you get Isaac to follow me since he only follows you..." I raise an eyebrow, "oh and follow me on your ship account! You only follow each other on that," she rolls her eyes.
"I can just do it now, I know his password," I shrug, she smirks.
I log into his account, call it an invasion of privacy but I call it being a good wife and best friend. If he wants to ruin my life, I can log onto his Instagram to be a nosy person and potentially ruin things.
I type up her name in the search bar and click on her name, I press follow. She squeals and I look through his account, there's pictures of our 'honeymoon.'
He recently posted yesterday but there's no reason I can't post something..... "Let's take a selfie and upload it to his Instagram!" I squeal, she grins and nods in agreement.
"Here comes the followers! Wait we should dress up, I'm making us go out tonight anyway," she shrugs.
"Okay," I murmur, not caring for that. I really just want to make him angry, considering the situation at hand with the arranged marriage it brings me nothing but content and joy.
