Forced Marriage To The Billionaire

Chapter 8- There Must Be No Wedding

The room grew silent as I stared at the man in front of me, if this was some kind of joke it was too expensive. I didn't want to jump to conclusions even though the smirk the bastard had on his face told me whatever assumptions I had might just be true.

" What are you doing here?" I asked with spite, surprising my parents.

" What are you doing Lilian? Is that the way to talk to a man you'll be getting married to soon?" If I wasn't sure before now, the confirmation was right before my eyes, it was him, they wanted me to marry him, they wanted me to go to prison.

" There would be no wedding," I said with so much confidence like nobody could utter my decision.

" Stop this madness, Lilian," My father said in anger, not liking the fact that I was disrespecting his soon-to-be son-in-law or rather business partner.

" What madness Dad? That I don't want to marry a man I don't love, that you're forcing me to do something I don't want to? Seriously, you're the one that needs to stop this madness,"

" Lilian! That is not the way to talk to your father," But my father can talk to me however he likes right?

" I'm just going to tell you both before it comes as a surprise, there would be no wedding, that's final, if you want a wedding ceremony so bad, I could get you an invite to one," I didn't give them the chance to say more as I turned and walked away heading to my room.

" Lilian come back here," I heard my mom call.

The last thing I heard before I disappeared out of earshot was the words of that asshole that almost made me want to go back there and pull his tongue out.

" I apologize on behalf of my future wife, getting married can sometimes make girls act crazy but she'll come around," the only thing I wanted to come around was my hands on his neck.

I took off the dress I had on and threw it on the bed in anger. My days in this country have not been funny, I've been getting angry every second.

It took everything in me not to take a gun, head downstairs, and blow that mother fucker's head, but instead, I took deep breaths and entered my bathroom to take a much-needed shower.

But as I stepped out of my bathroom, whatever reason I had taken the shower was forgotten as murder took over my mind.

" What are you doing in my room?"

" You know you have a bad taste in furniture right?"

" I asked you a question and I need an answer," I asked him as I secured the towel that was tightly wrapped around my body and his eyes followed.

" What? Did you think I came here to beg you to marry me? In your dreams my lady, I'm just here to tell you to quit the attitude, we're going to get married whether you like it or not, and I can't wait," He sounded like he was genuinely happy about the wedding but if I didn't know better, I would have been fooled.

" I don't care what you think, like I had said earlier and I'm going to say it again just in case you have ear issues, there would be no wedding, and nothing would change my mind." I turned and started walking to my closet door but his words stopped me.

" You know one thing about you, you always think things have to work according to how you want it, but let me tell you something, I have everything planned and it's all in my control, you should accept it now or sooner than later, you might just be begging,"

" That would never happen, now get out of my room," I said without turning. I heard him get up from my bed but what I didn't expect was his breath on my neck.

" That ego of yours is gonna get broken," He said before walking away and then I heard the door shut.

I swear to God, whatever my parents have discussed with him, they'll have to face it themselves because whatever involves marriage between me and that man would not happen, even if it meant running away. I can never marry Antonio Giovanni Gonzalez, never!

My night was terrible, I couldn't sleep, and I kept turning and tossing on my bed. The thought of what life would seem like getting married to that man was just horrific, I'd see him every day, I'd have to enroll in a self-control class or I might just end up a murderer, I just couldn't comprehend the idea of both of us becoming husband and wife, it didn't just make sense to me.

I've heard several knocks on my door and I've ignored each, but this last one seemed persistent, I've been claiming deaf ears to it but it was becoming annoying, demanding my attention.

There was no need to contemplate opening it, I had to, whoever was there wasn't ready to go away any time soon.

" Can't you just get the hint that you're not needed and go away," I muttered as I got up from the bed with the bedsheets wrapped around me.

I opened the door and Rodrigo was standing there with a box of pizza and a soda.

" Well you look like shit," he said as he welcomed himself into my room walking to the bed while I closed my door and followed him.

" What got you so worked up? Is it the pictures, did someone send you more pictures?" He asked, looking so worried.

" It's not that, this is even worse than that," I said as tears started to gather in my eyes. I wouldn't let that man make me cry, he wasn't worthy of even a single drop of my tears.

" Then what?"

" They want me to get married," I told him truthfully. Rodrigo's eyes went round in shock.

" What?! Are you serious?"

" No I'm joking, do you think I'll just want to put up all these acts for nothing?" He didn't answer and I knew his answer was 'yes' because, don't blame me, like I said I was a mean girl, there were days I woke up like the world was on my shoulders all for nothing.

I hit him on the shoulder channeling my anger on the hit as he groaned in pain.

" I'm not joking! What's even worse is that they want me to marry Antonio Giovanni Gonzalez!! Of all the men! It had to be him!!" Whatever thing he wanted to say got stuck in his throat as shock took over his face.

" Did I hear you correctly? Can you like rewind? Ant who?"

" Antonio, the one you call Ant-man, yes, him,"

" How did that happen?"

" Why don't you ask my parents, It's their idea,"

" So what are we gonna do now?"

What should I do? I didn't want to get married now, not to him, it couldn't happen.

" Make sure there is no wedding."