A Trillionaire’s Revenge novel Chapter 5

My eyes are red and puffy from crying. I'm dressed in a grey dress, ready to be sold off like a piece of furniture. My life had take a wicked turn in a split second. I walk to the balcony as soon as I hear a car arrive. I look down from the balcony. It had to be him, Carrington. As though he can feel my eyes on him, he looks up. Our eyes meet. I look away and retreat.

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"I'm glad you made the right decision." Judith says, barging into my room. I look at her, anger and pure disgust in my eyes.

"Shall we? We mustn't keep him waiting."

"Where is my father? Does he know what you've done?"

"Your husband to be is waiting, Princess."

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As I arrive downstairs, the first person I see is a tall, well built man. He looked like he was in his late twenties. He had blue eyes, and was blonde, just like me. He has a blank expression on his face. He must be Carrington.

"Shall we?" The man accompanying Carrington asks.

"We shall." Judith responds, leading everyone into the study. I feel betrayed. I want to cry, but I control myself.

"Going straight to the matter of the day, I'm of the opinion that both parties are aware and approve of this union?"

Carrington nods. I can't bring myself to respond. I'm shaking, and I can feel the tears spilling out of my eyes. Judith rushes to my side. "Say yes, what are you doing?" She chuckles, "She's just nervous."

"Yes." I finally respond.

"Mr. Carrington, do you accept Ms. Richardson here, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The man asks.

"I do." He responds, and I look at him, annoyed. I look away. It was so easy for him, getting married to someone he barely knew.

"Ms. Richardson, do you accept Mr. Carrington to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

I don't respond. I run my hand through my hair, frustrated.

"Ms. Richardson?" The lawyer calls. I look at him. I turn to look at Judith, who's glaring angrily at me. I close my eyes, remembering Rocky's touch, his lips on mine— how could I possibly betray him in such a huge manner? I think back to seeing my father, his pale eyes and facial expressions. He was really sick, and this was the only way out.