"I now pronounce you husband and wife." As those words left the priest's mouth, my entire world fell apart. This couldn't be happening. It all felt so unreal but sadly enough it was my reality and I could do all but truly embrace it.

I turned and stared at the wretched woman standing opposite me. I couldn't really see her face under the veil neither did I care. This was all my father's doing. Forcing me to marry this woman in order to get the company and inherit his wealth He claimed that he needed to secure my future therefore I needed a wife.

I rolled my eyes at the thought. Who does he think he is? He could atleast allow me to choose for myself. I'm sorry Ivory. This should be you standing here not this whore.

"You may kiss the bride." The priest's voice broke my train of thought.

I moved her veil barely looking at her and kissed her at the side of her mouth. I barely touched her. I didn't want to touch her. A person who would accept the request to an arrange marriage is an absolute monster. This woman is a monster!

The wedding continued and I mingled with a few guests accepting their congratulations and blessings on my "wonderful" marriage. I resisted the urge to curse , this was anything but wonderful. This was torture and I couldn't escape it.

The limo arrived shortly after and soon my wife and I were seated together.

"So Haden, your mom told me that we should start looking at places for our honeymoon." Aubrey started and my anger boiled. How dare she suggest that as if we are in love!

"We are not going on any honeymoon." I stated coldly.

"But I-

"I don't care what you thought. I am not going anywhere with you." I spat.

"Haden we should atleast give this a try." She reasoned gently.

"We are not fucking going and that's final. I have no reason to take you anywhere it's not like we are in love. And that's final." I barked causing her to flinch.

She remained quiet for the entire ride home. About fifteen minutes later we arrived at my house, well mansion. It consisted of 10 bedrooms, a large kitchen, three bathrooms,two game rooms, a wine cellar, a library and a lot more rooms. Don't get it twisted, this is a modern mansion. It is spectacular and beautiful and has made it on multiple magazines due to it's amazing architectural design. There was a story about it entitled 'Lifestyle of a Billionaire', which was published by the most famous magazine, Morres.

I darted out of the car Aubrey hot on my heel. I strode upstairs , her following me the entire way which really annoyed me. Couldn't she see that I didn't want anything to do with her!

I stopped abruptly and she bumped into my back. I grabbed her wrist and stared coldly at her, my glare not wavering a bit as she bit her lip and looked away.

"Let's get a few things straight. We are not sharing the same room. I don't want to ever see you, so you better stay out of my sight. I will never love you and I will find a way to get out of this horrible marriage," I paused to let her understand what I was saying. "Quite frankly, I don't care what you do, just stay away from me."

Silence. The entire room stood still.

Aubrey looked like she was on the verge of tears. I could care less about her feelings.

"Are we clear?" I yelled.

"Haden you're hurting me." She cried. I was confused for a second then I realised she was referring to her wrist.

I released her hand as if it was on fire. Heck, I didn't even want to touch her.

"Are we clear?" I repeated.

"Yes." She muttered softly.

I barged into my room and slammed the door shut. This was such a long day and I needed to calm down. I changed my clothes and grabbed my keys. I needed a shot.

I opened my door only to see Aubrey still standing there. The tears still rolling down her face and her cheeks were pink and puffy.

"Which room should I sleep in?" She questioned, her voice trembled and her lips quivered.

I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"Where ever the fuck you want. I don't care what you do." I glared at her then strode off.

I started the car and drove off to my favourite club. I wish I didn't have to see her again. Oh how I wish it was Ivory I was married to instead. I love her soo much. She is just soo perfect and she completes me.

I heaved a frustrated sigh. Alcohol makes everything better and that's what I need right now.

I stood in silence as the door slammed behind Haden. Why does he hate me so much? I've known him since I was a kid and to be honest I love him. His parents and my parents are business partners. I only got a few glimpses of him, I'm sure he doesn't even remember me.

His mansion is beautiful I'll admit. The interior design was exceptional. Everything was color coded and blended perfectly.

I sighed softly and climbed upstairs. I chose the room next to Haden's. It had bright blue walls with stripes and a fluffy ocean blue carpet. There was also a beautiful king sized bed , a dresser, a walk in wardrobe and an amazing view of the terrace.

I removed my veil and began to undress. My luggage was still downstairs. I jogged downstairs and retrieved it after changing into something comfortable I unpacked all of my clothes.

Sitting on my bed I reminisced the occurrences of today. Why couldn't Haden atleast try to like me? He could atleast try to tolerate me. He barely wanted to touch me and looked at me as if I were some sort of disgusting creature.

I don't know why but I decided to go to his room.

I opened the door, a tiny voice in the back of my head warning me to leave, I ignored it. I wandered into the room. The colours ranged from grey to black and occasionally brown on the bed. There was also an amazing view from his bedroom window but that's not what caught my attention.

It was the picture that lay on his nightstand.

A picture of Haden and a beautiful girl. They were looking lovingly at each other , neither staring at the camera. Haden wore a huge smile on his face as he stared at this girl like she was such a prized possession.

A feeling of jealousy rose inside of me. And heartbreak, knowing that he would never love me or see me like that. I quickly left his room and watched some television downstairs instead.

I decided to wait up for Haden even though I knew he didn't want me too. I was feeling awfully tired waiting for Haden so I opted for closing my eyes for a few seconds.

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A rustling awoke me from my sleep. I glanced at the time and noticed it was 11:46pm. I can't believe I slept for over 3 hours. I stood up and made my way to the door and no sooner than I did, Haden stumbled in. He reeked of alcohol and he couldn't stay on his feet. I noticed his car wasn't outside, he must have took a cab home.

I reached out to him but he pulled away from me, only then did I notice the tight grip on the vodka bottle he had in his hand. He stumbled to the stairs and fell flat on his face.

I ran to him and helped him up the stairs, this time he allowed me to help him and I was happy he complied. I opened his door, majority of his weight on me causing me to almost fall. I guided him to his bed and he collapsed.

I attempted to pull his coverlet over him but he began throwing a fit.

"D-Don't touch me." He slurred.

"Haden you're drunk." I stated as I tried to settle him.

"I .....I want Ivory." He cried and my heart broke. So that's her name.

"Well I'm sorry but its me, Aubrey, and I need you to cooperate."

I was about to adjust his blanket when he swung the vodka bottle at me. It crashed into my forehead and left me dazed for a second. The splinters exploded on the floor and blood oozed from my wound. I tried to ignore the pain and I adjusted his blanket.

Haden's eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief and cleaned up the broken glass.

"W-Why did you do this to m-me Aubrey? He mumbled in his sleep.

I sighed as I left the room but not without whispering these words.

"Because I love you." I knew he couldn't hear me and that's why I said it.

I strolled back to my room and cleaned my wound using a first aid kit making sure to get the pieces of glass out of my forehead.

After I was done I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. A streak of tears rolling down my cheeks.