mr & mrs bieber

uno

Emerald's Point of View

Nothing in my life was ever simple. Not my career. Not my family. Not even my school life. I knew I had thought this through multiple times, and had come to many possible outcomes. I knew what I was about to do, was frowned upon by most. Hell even I thought it was crazy. Yet here I was sitting in the back of a brand new Bentley, dressed in a wedding dress.

At eighteen.

While all the others my age stressed about returning to school for the final year, I was freaking out about meeting my future husband.

My dad was an oil miner. Very successful, one of the richest men in the country. As I looked back at his face now, I could see that he didn't want me to go through with it.

So why was I deciding to marry at eighteen?

I still couldn't give a straight answer.

One day I was talking to my agent about how much easier my life would be if I had a husband. It would keep all the other men obsessed with me, away.

Being a highly paid model had it's advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantages being related totally to the men. It seemed like they were always drooling over me, stalking me, messaging me.

I joked that they would stay away if I was married and if I was off the market then I could focus on my career and that alone.

I was at the highest of my career. Modelling was all I knew. I had been brought up by my mum, in numerous beauty competition. So I knew even though she didn't fully understand why I would commit to a man I had never met, she was still my number one support.

She was slightly confused and at first she didn't agree before especially because her and dad decided marriage was their worst mistake and divorced before I was three.

Still, here I was about to walk down the aisle.

"Emerald, you can still get out of this," Dad's large, rough hand cover my small one which had a death grip on the lilly's I was holding.

"I know you think I'm making a mistake but..." I found myself losing my words. Shaking my nerves, I looked at my dad. "I really need your support Dad."

His face softened. "That's all you needed to say Emerald. You ready?"

I nodded my head.

Here goes everything. What's the worst that can happen? I had only to be married to him for a year. This was the time frame in the contract. Thank God for divorce, because that was my get out of jail car.

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Justin's Point of View

Fuck Rodriguez.

So what if I liked to party? Come the start of season I was focused, I was dedicated. Nothing came before my career. Playing football had always been my dream and now I was at the top of my game. But the partying was giving me a bad public image, which was affecting my career.

Being in the headlines every weekend was not just getting the coach on my ass but also the CEO and director of the club. They didn't want their star player, to be drunk on a weekend before pre-season.

Rodriguez started the rumours I was seeing someone and that it was serious. Before I knew it, I was engaged and everyone wanted to know who the mystery woman was.

Hell even I would like to know who the mystery woman was.

So instead of the star player being a ladies man and an alcoholic, I was filling up the papers of my upcoming wedding.