A VERGARA HONEYMOON (THE YOUNG BILLIONAIRES #2) (#wattys2015) COMPLETED

chapter one

CHAPTER ONE

They say a bride's wedding day is the happiest day of her life–a day she would glow with love and even cry with mirth–But that wasn't Ella's case. This wasn't how she had viewed her wedding day, she had imagined that she would be walking down the aisle towards the man of her dreams who would smile brightly at her and take her hand, they would share a passionate kiss and dance in each other's arms while staring at each other with eyes filled with love and surrounded by everyone dear to them. What stared at her was quite the opposite. This day turned out to be doomsday for her. She smiled until her cheeks ached she was careful in every action as one wrong move could make headlines before tomorrow morning.

It wasn't a moment of anticipation. There was zero swell in her heart, no million butterflies running amok in her stomach as she approached the altar, instead, she felt suffocated. If not for the reassuring squeeze her father kept giving her, Ella would've bolted or her legs would've frozen right there in the middle of the aisle.

She almost slept through the boring toasts their honorary guests kept giving. And their first dance as a couple was nothing short of a compulsory chore. If she had a choice this day would not even exist.

Ella had enjoyed dancing with him at the engagement party but what followed after left their once lukewarm relationship completely cold. Now she couldn't stand next to him without having to recall that moment and feel wounded. No words were exchanged between them except the mandatory recitals that were their vows.

Ella loved the view though, the reception was held in the back yard of the Vergara villa overlooking the ocean, and it was decorated with lilac and gold. It was warm and conventional coupled with the eccentric glow of the noon day sun and deep Blue Ocean.

The setting was romantic and there was nothing Ella wouldn't give to have this day all to herself. Literally, it was hers of course, because as the new Vergara bride she was the centre of attention. She wanted to feel every bit of it, to live every single moment but she was numb. Any more of this and she'd pass out in the middle of the dance floor in front of a thousand guests–all of which were Dylan's.

Even as she had vowed to remain in control, she couldn't quite make herself remain indifferent to the way he made her feel when in the warmness of his embrace. The feel of his hot mouth on her forehead as he occasionally drop a kiss on her.

So much for no physical contact.

She didn't want to like the tingly sensations he evoked in her but she constantly seemed to be drawn to him like a desert wanderer seeking an oasis. She actually felt protected.

Dylan couldn't help the feeling that a knife had been plunged into his guts. He always knew what to do, he was a business man after all and there was almost, always a plan B to accompany his strategies but he didn't know what to do in this case because his heart was involved and common sense had since fazed him.

He could feel her movement stiff and full of reservation, she wouldn't even look him in the eye and he couldn't tell if it was embarrassment for herself or loathe for him but he sure didn't like this Ella before him.

The one who looks defeated.

He wanted the Ella who challenged him, fought and argued with him–even though he always won in the end–because he would leave her no choice. He blamed himself for the unfeeling woman in his arms. There was nothing he could do as she had made it abundantly clear that they should both stay away from each other and only attempt to do what was stipulated in the contract.

Damn that contract.

''Ella tell me what to do to make this relationship better, to make us better.'' Ella looked at him, an ironical smile curving at her lips.

''I thought you'd be more pleased now that I don't dispute your every decision and do whatever you tell me to do.''

''That's not how a Vergara bride is supposed to be. She's a woman who's strong brave and confident—''

''You mean arrogant.''

''—never fail to advocate for what is right.'' He said ignoring her jibe.

''Just stick to the deal.'' She told him then turned and walked away. It would do her a lot of good to stay away from him and make sure the eighteen months pass without any incident.

With a dejected heart and sorrowful eyes, he watched her scramble into the villa like hot coals were underneath her feet just to get away from him.

Dylan thought of going after her but he feared that he might just put her more over the edge so Instead, he stood rooted to the spot with one hand inside his pants pocket he ran agitated fingers through his slick hair with the other all the while staring blankly at the steps from where she had disappeared.

He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder lightly.

''Wanna talk about it?'' Bryan prompted softly.

''I'd rather not. But thanks...for the thought.''

''Anytime bud.''

here's the first chapter i hope you like it!