So he married me for money. Yes, that’s right. He’s pretty rich. I’m pretty rich. And that’s how it works between rich people. My father was a senator at that time, well he still is. And getting me married to him was very beneficial. He didn’t ask any of my brothers about it. Well, not that one of them would care but the other definitely would have.
And when he told me about the arrangement, I wasn’t very surprised and didn’t throw a fit like any girl would have in my place. The news went public, everyone was happy except for me but I wasn’t unhappy either. I didn’t have dreams of falling in love and finding my prince charming. I had found my prince charming once and you see, he died. Yes, died. He killed himself. So I didn’t have any hopes of my future or my romantic life. So I obeyed my father and married him.
He turned out to be an asshole. Not that I didn’t know that already. But it's in human nature to always have hope for something that isn’t going to happen. I had that hope. I thought maybe what I read about him on daily articles wouldn’t be true because what media wrote about me wasn’t true either. But oh well, media is mostly right. Just not in my case because I am a bitch who betrayed her brother.
Anyway, we didn’t even live together for long. It was all about money, the business, the deals and if I count, we talked four times during the time we were together. And that was always asking about lost things in the house. He still slept around after our marriage, he still had girls on his arms but I am surprised he never did it in public. Maybe he respected me a little. Ha! Who am I kidding? He did it for his own reputation.
And then, after about six months when I had to go on trips with my father for the sake of politics, leave the country for my business purposes and visited my brother in England; we grew apart. We weren’t close but then we stopped living together and now after three years, we’re still married, still bound to each other and almost forgotten about each other. No, I didn’t forget him, I couldn’t. Not because he was kind but because he was exactly the opposite. He was a... bitch. Yes, that’s the only word to describe him. But he must have forgotten about me.
Well, a girl can dream. He didn’t forget about me. Elections were close and so was Paris fashion week. He needed me. My father needed me. And that’s not the only reason they both needed me. They are back and this time, it’s him they’re targeting. And you know who else needed me? His father. Because my dear beloved was in danger because of me. And they couldn't divorce us because of elections, neither could they protect him without me.
I am the shield they all want.
So here starts our story. Where I hate him. And he hates me.
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Started on 15th March, 2020
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