Two weeks later
Connor Hughes
"What do you mean, Mom? How could you even ask me to do that?" I scoffed angrily, and she sighed.
"Connor, please you need to do this for my sake. We can't just stand her there and show up for the wedding. It won't make any sense, please," She pleaded with me, trying to sound as convincing as she could, but that was the last thing I would do. How the heck could she ask me to stand in as that bitch's groom because Carl ran away? Well, today was supposed to be Carl and Janice's wedding, but the jerk was nowhere to be found now, and they said that he wrote a letter that he was no longer interested in the wedding.
"He shouldn't have started this in the first place if he wasn't interested in marrying her, and besides... I'm not your only son, am I? You can ask Chase to stand in as the groom, mom. I'm not interested in that," I stood my ground as I sat on the bed, but I knew she wouldn't give up no matter how much I tried to make him do it.
"It won't take you anything to do this, Connor. Our family's reputation is at stake here, so you need to save us from this. Your dad is losing it, and he is really so mad right now. Can you please do this for us, please," She pleaded once again, and I groaned as I sank my fingers into my hair and grabbed a handful of it frustratingly.
"Ugh! Mom! You are driving me crazy," I mumbled as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Connor, please... My son..."
"Ugh! It's ok, I will do it," I didn't have any choice, so I ended up agreeing to do what she wants. Besides, she always get whatever she wanted. Having a persistent mom is sometimes sweet, but trust me, my mom's persistence was nothing close to sweetness. She always had her way of making us do whatever she wanted by just pulling the innocent face and acting like she would break down in tears anytime soon.
"Really? Thank you so much, son. I love you," She squeaked excitedly, and I rolled my eyes.
"I will go ask the maid to bring you the dress for the wedding. Make sure you look cute as always," She winked at me before she finally left my room, and I released a deep breath. I didn't imagine that a day like this would ever come. For someone who has made up his mind to stay single and fuck bitches forever, this was sudden and weird, but I didn't seem to have any choice at this point. I wasn't planning to attend the wedding, but now the table has turned around, and I would be the groom. How crazy and weird?
Pushing all the thoughts to the back of my mind, I stood up from bed and dragged myself to the bathroom, had a quick bath, and came back to the room where I met a set of suits on my bed. It has a flower on it, and a pair of white gloves too. A new pair of black shoes were beside the bed, and I rolled my eyes angrily.
It took me about thirty minutes before I was done getting ready for the damn wedding, and once I was done, I headed downstairs to join my family. They looked so excited, and I scoffed.
"Look at you, brother. You look so cute. If you were another person, I wouldn't hesitate to get married to you right away. Oh, my days! My chest. Did my heart just flutter?" Claire whined as she held her chest, and I couldn't help but crack. She always had her way of making me smile, and trust me, I love her so much. She and Chase are my favorite siblings, and Carl? Well, we haven't been on good terms for years now, and trust me, you wouldn't want to know what transpired between us, because you would be disgusted.
"Should we take a picture together?" Chase asked, but I rolled my eyes and walked past him. I wasn't in the mood to take a picture now, because I was still angry.
The drive to the villa where the wedding was supposed to hold didn't take much time before I arrived, and since my family was driving behind me, they arrived soon too.
The villa was filled with many prestigious people. I guess Mom must've taken her time to invite them to her so-called son's wedding.
The wedding soon started, and soon, I was standing in front of the altar, while waiting for my supposed bride to show up. The imagination of the look on her face when she realized she would be getting married to me, flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help the smirk that laced up my lips. Just as this was disgusting for me to marry her, it was also a bit in my favor knowing that I would have all the opportunity in the world to make her pay for what she has done to me. I would make sure that this wedding will be a pit of hell for her.
She soon showed up minutes later, dressed beautifully in a wedding gown. Her hair was styled, and although she was still far from me, I couldn't help but notice how elegant and beautiful she looked. I wouldn't lie, Janice was one hella beautiful young lady, but that didn't mean I like her, anyway.
The crowd applauded her as she counted her step down the aisle and toward me, but she stopped on her track and her face dropped when she saw me standing at the alter.
I smirked as I walked down her, and extended my hand to take her hand.
"I'm your new groom, Janice. Give me your hand, and don't do something stupid," I whispered to her while grinning from ear to ear, and I bet she was terrified with the look on her face. Well, she should be terrified, because the future has something terrible in store for her, or should I just say I have something terrible in store for her? Well, either way, she needed to really be terrified.
Her hand trembled as she gently placed it on mine, and I kissed the back of it, earning loud applause from the crowd, before I lead her to the altar.
"We will begin now since the bride is here," The bishop said as we were both standing in from of the alter now, facing each other. I could only describe the look on her face to be that of shock, confusion, and fear, and I enjoyed every bit of fear in her. Seeing that look on her face, somehow made me satisfied.
The wedding soon started. We exchanged the wedding vow and the rings.
"By the power vested on me, I pronounce you two husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," The bishop uttered, and I took a step closer to her since she didn't look like she was interested in kissing me.
"I forgot to tell you this. You look gorgeous, wife," I whispered and smirked at her. I pulled her close to myself gently and claimed her lips. Her lips were so sweet the last time we kissed back at my penthouse, and her breath smelt really nice, so why the fuck would I not kiss her? Besides, we were married now...