Adriana's Marriage

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My Name is Adriana and no I'm not a girl. Long story short my mother is a psychotic monster who named her only son Adriana and to top it off she married me off to some rich guy just because she couldn't clear up the debt she made for herself with the excuse of "I did this so you could live, Adriana."

Extraterrestrial bullshit if you ask me, I don't hate her though, I'm just mad that she sold me off as some debt payment. Although I hate the name Adriana, I can't run away from the fact that I'm gay as hell. The name though, the name‼️ makes my skin crawl, but only one person makes the opposite effect when they call my name.

"Adriana!" And there's that voice for you. My future husband, Paul is a very wealthy and dangerous multi-billionaire, the dangerous part about him, is what made my mother give up her only son. I know she loves me, but really practically selling your child, I mean come on.

"Adriana! Get the fuck down here!" Eish! That man and yelling.

"I'm coming." I yelled back, picked myself up from the floor, don't ask why. Ok I was studying, surprise! I'm still in school and it's a shocker that a nineteen year old like me is getting married in five days.

"What Paul. It's not like I'll disappear or something, you literally have the whole damn mansion on lockdown." I said kind of pissed and I got satisfied seeing he was almost pissed himself.

"Show some respect we have guests." He said nodding his head towards the man who was stood by the door of the bathroom, practically shaking.

"Oh and who might this be?" I asked genuinely confused, but judging from the notebook he was holding and the man behind him whom I'll assume is his assistant of sorts, this was my wedding planner. Great.

"This Adriana, is our wedding planner. He's here to.... well plan the wedding to both our tastes." Paul said looking as sexy as hell. Now don't get me wrong, I should be furious that I'm getting married to a complete stranger. A dangerous man at that, no he's not a part of the underworld or something, I don't know that yet but let's just have some hope right?. Anyway back to business I'm attracted to him, he's wealthy and fucking handsome. So yes I'm practically ok with marrying him, sure he's like ten years older than me, but that never stopped anyone has it.

My mother practically made me with a man who was twenty years older than her and she's forty right now. I don't know where my sixty year old father is, but I know he either dead somewhere or just waiting for my mother to hit jackpot and she did alright. In some way, I just need to win this man's heart over. Which in my opinion I don't think is going to be very hard given the fact that we're getting married, he's ok with marrying a man.

"Oohhh, I see. So you're actually giving me rights to plan it in some way. Is that what you're saying?" I asked facing my fiancee.

"Yes Adriana, you get a say in the wedding, I mean you're only get married once." He said and just by his wording I can sense that this man right here is in it for the love and nothing else.

"Says who?" I questioned mischievously, because why not. I wouldn't be called mischief king for nothing.

"Huh" he pardoned, obviously confused.

"You said I'll only get married once. I say says who? You don't know what the future holds." I asked with a raised brow and I could see his forehead vein pulsating. He was getting angry.

"I really hate you." He said through gritted teeth.

"Hunny, that's a lie. We wouldn't be getting married now, would we?" I said barely able to contain my laughter.

Look I have been practically abducted from my mother because of her foolish behavior due to my stupid dad, that piece of shit. But this man right here is a man I'm ready to fall in love with, here's how, we've been living together for about a month now and he's practically had to deal with my annoying ass for thirty one whole days.