A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 5

Four weeks went by naturally, and it was finally Rome and Catherine's wedding day.

As Rome stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection, he felt like the past weeks had been the worst days of his life.

The Barlow family had turned him into their personal slave and had belittled him so much that even the servant had control over him.

As Rome stared at his reflection, thinking about the hard labor he had done for them, he balled his hand into a fist and swung it at the mirror, stopping his punch only an inch away from the glass.

“I can't break my promise to my father,” Rome mumbled, staring at his veins bulging on his neck.

Suddenly his room door opened, and Charles walked inside.

When his gaze met with Rome's angry eyes, he smirked and shut the door behind him before walking towards Rome.

“This old thing suits you,” Charles said, pulling the tail of Rome’s coat.

“What do you want?” Rome mumbled with anger burning deep within his eyes.

“Is that how you talk to the one who gives you what you are wearing? If it wasn't for me, you would be walking down the aisle in a boxer.”

“I worked for what I am wearing.”

“Do you know how much I spent when I bought this suit? You being my driver for a few weeks isn't equivalent to the price of this suit!”

The room fell silent as Rome tightened his fist and held in his breath. Then he slowly exhaled to relieve the tension building up in him.

“Why are you here?” Rome calmly asked.

“The wedding is about to start,” Charles replied.

Without saying a word, Rome walked out and slammed the door.

“Putting up an attitude? I will let you be for now since grandfather told us not to do anything to cause shame to the family name. But once we get home, you will feel my wrath.” Charles mumbled.

The moment Rome walked into the wedding venue, the mumbling started.

“Isn't he the scoundrel whose father tricked Mr.Barlow into marrying his granddaughter to him?”

“Yeah, he and his father are both thieves and shameless.”

“Such a gold digger. Doesn't he feel disgusted in himself?”

These words echoed into Rome's ears as he walked down the aisle. But he kept walking, squeezing his fists every step he took.

A few minutes after Rome had arrived at the wedding arch, the door opened, and Catherine walked in, and as she marched down the aisle, he could feel his anger slowly melting.

‘She is beautiful.’ Rome thought with a half-smile.

Once Catherine had joined him at the aisle, the ceremony began.

Everything went on peacefully for a moment, but when Rome and Catherine said, “I do,” the door suddenly flew open, and Orlando and his gang marched into the hall.

A loud noise roused among the guests, and everyone was in total shock except Rome.

“Mr. Ford needs a word with the groom,” Orlando shouted with his hands resting on his waist.

Madam Rosey turned to her husband, squeezed his hand, and cried, “Honey, what have we done. It seems like Mr. Ford has a problem with Rome. We can not afford to offend Mr. Ford.”