The Bellingerre Series Book #1: The Billionaire & The Trophy Wife

Chapter Six: Court you

Since Wayne's mega announcement of an engagement that was yet to happen, reporters have been camping outside my house.

Every time I go out, I am stalked. Some almost cause me severe heart attacks when they jump out of bushes with cameras asking me stupid questions about Marc Anthony. What do they think I know about him? I have just met the man. I don't even know his favorite colour or best yet, I don't even have his number.

But here's the best part: We are getting married anyway!

I wonder if they are pestering Marc Anthony as much as they are doing to me. But then he is a billionaire. He is used to this kind of attention. I was an ordinary Jane up to the moment this absurd marriage came up.

I am being viciously harassed and even getting death threats from a fan group of women obsessed with him. I honestly wish they will kill me before the wedding. That would be great if it does happen. The engagement announcement has suddenly thrown me into the sights of some very opinionated people. I have received criticism from so called 'fashion moguls'  who feel I am too much of a plain Jane for a man who made the top one hundred sexiest men alive. Talk show hosts have endless things to say about me. I've never really been the kind of woman to worry about shoes and clothing and whether my underwear matches my bra but these reporters are even making a big fuss even over the color of my eyes. They think I'm wearing contacts and that I'm not even blonde. 

I wish Wayne Bellingerre did not make that bloody announcement! He has ruined my life more than I thought Marc Anthony did.

I can't even stuff my face with a creamy doughnut without being harassed about it.

I am starting to feel traumatized and I have even taken leave from work just so that I can hide out through the media storm.

Marc Anthony has been MIA since the madness broke out. He invited me to Santorini to hide from the press but I am not looking to make more of a fuss than what already is. He has left me to bear the burden on my own. I can't even fetch the bloody newspaper without running for my dear life!

But it isn't all bad. A section of elite women have invited me to a brunch over the weekend in Paris. These women are the wives of business tycoons, politicians and some are even nobility. The main point and I emphasize it, is they are wives of very wealthy men. My invitation isn't to join them but to see their work as they probably wait for me to actually marry Marc Anthony.

They get together to run various charities in the hope of making the world a better place. They use their networks and wealth to help where needed. They called themselves the Golden Rose Foundation.

I've never really been keen on charity but if it is for a noble cause I am more than interested.

My mother keeps reminding me that Marc Anthony will open all the right doors for me but only if I agree to be his wife.

"When I heard I couldn't believe it. You are getting married? You are getting married?"  My sister shrieked jumping up and down like a little girl. "To a billionaire!"

"I'm just dying of bridal bliss!" I said.

My sour mood dampened her own in an instant.

"Bea, what's wrong?"

Blair is a year older than I am. She is a happy pill, always high on rainbows and butterflies. She's a happy bubble who believes in fairytales, happy endings and even magic. I am the realistic one and they think I was crazy. Why didn't they offer Blair to Marc Anthony?

"I don't want to marry him." I whispered for fear mother is lurking around somewhere.

Part of my reality in this facade of a marriage to Marc Anthony is a big wedding. I don't want a big wedding or a wedding for that matter!