The Landon billionaires [EXCLUSIVELY on Dreame]

CHAPTER TWO: NO MORE ILLUSIONS

Demetria sighed as she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror in front of her. Her wedding dress was perfect; she had been the one to design it with the help of her stylist even if her mother had disapproved. The latter had wanted something which would turn her into a white fountain, but Dem had refused to look ridiculous on her wedding day.

Instead, she had chosen a simple floor length skirt because she had wanted to keep tradition, having included only one layer. It looked more like a simple evening gown, with the floral lace appliqué so delicate that the final outlook was exquisite. She had kept her hairdo to a minimum with a bun at her nape decorated with small pearls. Even if she was not wearing any veil, it gave her a natural look, the outcome portraying her lovelier than she actually was. Glad that she had declined the excess makeup her personal makeup artist Sophia had insisted upon, she meticulously removed the fake eyelashes taking extreme precaution not to smudge her mascara. Usually, she was used to the heavy layers of makeup covering her skin and features but not today. Today she wanted to be more herself than Demetria the heiress.

Everything else would be outrageous anyway. The venue and menu would be grandiose even if they had little money to spare for such frivolous expenses. As from tomorrow onward, they would no longer be lacking in wealth. Thanks to the Landons.

Dem could not help the cynical smile that marred her ethereal look as she continued to contemplate her reflection. Fate had intervened to teach her father a bitter lesson; the very folks whom her father had always mocked were now his savior. The "Landons" had always been the outcast of their society, and their only sin was that they had not been born rich. She could remember every time her father had jumped at an opportunity to make them feel lesser using jargons that had not yet come to terms.

The Landons had been quick learners though, especially Peter Landon. He was a shark quickly grasping the fickle nature of their world and made himself as chameleon as the others. Now because of a deal which had failed with one of her father's previous partners, they had lost a colossal amount of money. Even if they were not on the verge of bankruptcy, William Hilton would never allow such a dent in his finance.

Therefore the arranged marriage. Dem had long ago discovered that she would eventually marry for money. With two parents as voracious as hers, there had never been scope for anything else. It had all been clear to her that her life was already set in a certain pathway, and she had no other options than to follow through.

A long time ago when she still had her ideals about herself and her life, she had believed that she would be able to break away from the golden cage. As soon as she had turned eighteen, she had made plans to leave the nest to fly with her own wings. She had then believed that she would finally be free.

However she had underestimated the capacity of William and Bethany Hilton. They were very influential people who would stop at nothing to have their only daughter provide them what they expected of her. She was a robot – they ordered, and she delivered.

So when her parents had made the announcement that her wedding was planned in two months, she had not been surprised. Not really. After that fateful event six years ago, she had no illusions about her parents. They would expect her to bend to their every whim since according to them, she was an over-privileged child.

What had surprised her was the fact that her father had been willing to accept Chase Landon as his son-in-law. She shuddered at the thought of her future husband. Dem considered him the most obnoxious man in her circle since he had a habit of saying what went through his head. Curiously enough, she preferred him to the other prospective grooms her parents had been showcasing to her over the past year. Not that she had refused any of them – no she did not have that luxury. Luckily for her, nothing concrete had been decided. Until now.