Forever with the Billionaire

Hillary POV

Weddings are one of the most special days in a woman’s life, especially if she is marrying the person she loves, but that was not the case for me. I was about to marry a man who only wanted me for his business deals.

I was about to marry Loukas Whitemore, a man with a big personality. What was I doing marrying him? It was simply because I liked him, and it felt like an infatuation at the time. I still desired him.

I had fallen for my boss and future husband.

The wedding preparations only took a week, and because it was on such short notice, Loukas didn’t bother inviting many people, except for his family, whom he invited at the last minute. Loukas didn’t have any friends to invite because he had lived his entire life without making any. I had no relatives that I was aware of, and because I was not the type to keep friends, I sent no invitations to anyone except Mr. Atin and his son, who was saved by Loukas after signing the A&T company’s buy-out plan.

I, on the other hand, received a contract outlining our relationship. The marriage would only be for business purposes. I was always going to be by his side, playing the perfect wife, until he got better and accomplished his goal.

I could have objected, but it was what I desired.

“Are you getting ready, Hillary?” Rotimi inquired as he entered my room, where I was having my makeup applied by Loukas’s professional stylist. Rotimi entered the room wearing a blue tailored suit that was attached to his muscular body like a second skin. His arms were strong, and the way he carried himself toward me reminded me of Loukas.

“As you can see,” I chuckled, pointing to the stylist working her magic on my face. “How about Loukas?” My heart beat faster as I mentioned his name.

He does that to me, makes my heart race.

“You look lovely, Hillary,” Rotimi said as he moved closer to me and took my hand in his. “Loukas is already ready to meet his bride,” he joked, and I laughed. ” I just hope you’re all right?” I nodded in response to his question. “All right,” he said as he turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand.

“Wait,” I said.

Rotimi turned to face me with a puzzled expression and smiled. ” What exactly is it?” He inquired.

“Would you mind walking me down the aisle?” When I asked him, his eyes widened. He hadn’t expected me to ask. Rotimi and I had formed a sibling friendship since my arrival, and because I didn’t want to feel lonely as I walked down the aisle, Rotimi was the only person who came to mind.

“This is a big request, Hillary,” Rotimi said, nodding in response. “Are you certain about this?” He inquired.

“Yes,” I replied. Even though it wasn’t a real wedding, I wanted to feel as happy as every other bride on her wedding day. “Please, Rotimi,” I pleaded.

“Fine,” he agreed, patting my hand. “I’ll do anything for you,” he said as he turned to walk away. “I’ll go check on Loukas. He’s probably looking for me right now “He stated as he dashed out the door.

When reality struck me again, I sighed. I was getting married to Loukas Whitemore. “How long until you’re finished?” I asked the stylist, a woman who hasn’t said anything to me since she arrived.

“A few more minutes, ma’am,” she replied and went on.

I was ready for my wedding in a few minutes, as she had said. My face makeup was bold; I wore bright red lipstick that I would never wear on a normal day, and my tangled hair was stretched and styled in a bun. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a different person. When I was wearing my wedding gown, I imagined my father grinning from ear to ear when he saw me in it.

Loukas had made me choose my dress three days before, and I chose a simple yet classic gown. It was a mermaid-style gown that clung to my curves. The dress was sleeveless, but it perfectly concealed my skin. As we both stared into the mirror, the makeup artist admired me. “You look amazing,” she said. “Your husband will be overjoyed when he sees you.”

” Thank you,” I forced a smile because only I understand the emotions that rushed through me. I was overjoyed that I was getting married, but for Loukas, I couldn’t say the same.

I reminded myself that he doesn’t believe in love.

I sighed and stared at the mirror after the veil was placed on top of my head. “You can do it, Hillary,” I said to myself.

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“Hillary,” a knock came on my door, and Rotimi entered. “Are you finished?” He asked as he walked, and just as I was about to respond, he gasped and stared at me. “Wow! You look stunning. I’m sure Loukas will be astounded “He remarked.

“Thank you,” I said, laughing.

“Shall we?”

I accepted it with a smile. “We shall,” I said as we both exited the room. When we got outside, I noticed a white limousine with two black Vans following behind it. I looked at Rotimi with a puzzled expression, wondering why it was there, and he seemed to understand.

“Loukas requires protection,” Rotimi said as he led me to the limo door. “You may enter and meet your lovely groom,” he winked at me before turning to walk away, but I stopped him.

“What are you doing?” I inquired of him.

“The black van,” he said, motioning behind the limo. “You and Loukas own the car,” he winked once more before walking away, leaving me alone.

Before getting into the Limousine, I took a deep breath. Loukas looked at me as I walked in and sat down beside him. “Hello,” I said, not raising my head to face him. His cologne was all over the place, as strong as he was. It was awkward to sit next to him and not say anything. On a normal day, Loukas and I would be at each other’s throats.

“Hillary,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat. “Wow! ” He exclaimed and cleared his throat. “You look pretty,” he said, and I swear time stood still.

Loukas complimented me for the first time. I turned to face him, and he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. As I stared into his hazel eyes, my heart beat faster against my chest. They were lovely, and his blonde hair was neatly styled, giving me a new look. He wore black tailored suits that made him appear to be born to wear a suit. Loukas appeared ten times hotter with the new look, and, surprisingly, he smiled.

A genuine smile

“you…” my voice shakes horribly as I try to speak. “You look amazing,” I said, smiling at him.

“I know,” he laughed, and I rolled my eyes at his narcissistic demeanor.

There he goes again.

“I wish I could see your face right now,” he said, reaching out his left hand to touch mine, but I moved away. “What are you up to?”

“It’s bad luck for a groom to see his bride’s face before the wedding,” I explained, and he simply frowned.

“Have you forgotten that this is a forgery, Hillary?” He didn’t have to remind me because I was already aware. I wanted to continue the old tradition, whether it was true or not.

“Loukas, This may appear to you to be a sham marriage, but it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me “I apologized and regretted what I had said.

Loukas didn’t respond, and we didn’t say anything to each other until we arrived at the Hall. Loukas had rented one of Mecianda’s largest Halls, and I wondered why he had thrown such a large and expensive party for a marriage that would not last for years.

When we arrived, there were no reporters anywhere, which pleased me because I disliked being in the spotlight and the clicks of hundreds of cameras on my face.

“Don’t back out now,” Loukas said as the limousine door opened and Rotimi’s face appeared. He assisted Loukas in getting from his car to his wheelchair and motioned for one of the guards to push him inside. “What exactly are you doing? Are you not going to push me inside?”

“I’m sorry,” Rotimi replied, “but I’m walking Hillary down the aisle.”

As one of Loukas’ bodyguards pushed him into the Hall, I heard him hiss.

“Are you all right?” Rotimi inquired as he extended his hand for me to take.

“It’s my wedding day, Rotimi,” I replied.” I deserve to be happy.”

This is it.

As I walked towards Loukas, Ed Sheeran’s perfect song played. I drowned out all other voices in the hall and concentrated on Ed Sheeran’s soothing voice.