My Mr. Arrogant

chapter 1. wedding day.

Author's POV

Kim Leah, a fiery and unconventional 22-year-old, had always danced to her own rhythm, rejecting the conventional path of education, marriage, and family. She was known for her kindness and her resilience in the face of challenges. Her world took an unexpected twist when she crossed paths with Jimin, a tall, handsome, and enigmatic CEO who lived life on his terms, caring little about societal norms.

Kim Leah's POV

The blaring alarm clock shattered my dreams, and I reluctantly silenced it, craving a few more moments of slumber. Mom's urgent calls penetrated the haze of sleep.

"Leah! Leah!" I heard her exclaim.

Ignoring her, I buried my face in the pillow, hoping for a reprieve. Her footsteps grew louder, and she pounded on my door relentlessly.

"Mom, the door's open," I groaned.

"Leah! What's gotten into you? Do you realize what today is?" she demanded.

"Mooom, you're right here, no need to yell," I mumbled as I fumbled for my phone. I glanced at the screen.

"It's Saturday, what's the fuss?" I asked, sitting up and stretching.

"It's your wedding day, Leah!" she exclaimed.

My jaw dropped. "Wedding day?" I stuttered.

"Yes, sweetheart," she said, holding my hand.

Nervously, I bit my lip. "Mom, I'm so nervous."

"Don't be, honey. You've had eyes for him since you were a teen, and this is what you wanted," she reassured me.

"I'm not that desperate," I muttered. "Sure, I had a crush on him, but that doesn't mean I want to marry him."

As my mom chuckled, doubt crept into my mind. Wasn't it too early for this? I pondered in silence.

In the dressing room, amid preparations, doubt gnawed at me. Did he even love me? He seemed indifferent about this entire affair. Did I force myself into this?

Tears welled up but were quickly wiped away. I hadn't initiated this marriage; our parents had. I shrugged, forcing a smile.

"You look stunning, ma'am," the makeup artist complimented.

"Thank you," I replied with a chuckle.

"Leah, are you ready?" my dad called, knocking on the door.

"I'm almost done, Daddy," I said, smiling.

"Please hurry," he urged.

Standing before the mirror, I reassured myself. "You've got this, Leah."

"Leah, it's time," my dad said outside.

I sighed, suspecting his motives - the merger of our families' companies. Still, I had nothing to lose.

"Dad, I hope I look okay," I said, squinting my eyes.

"You look beautiful, Leah. You truly take after me," he said with a chuckle, raising his glasses.

"Thanks, Dad," I replied, stepping out of the room.

Walking down the aisle, my heart was a whirlwind of emotions - nervousness, shyness, and fear. My groom-to-be, however, seemed far from ecstatic. I sighed.

We exchanged vows, and I eagerly awaited the priest's cue to finally say, "You may now kiss the bride." But it never came. Frustration swelled within me. Come on! I'd been looking forward to this moment! Ugh! I glared at the priest, but he just smiled.