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The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

Dammy_Dimples · Urban
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Chapter 21: I'll make you never forget

Clarisse pushed him away as she jumped up, her heart was racing and she felt uncomfortable to be that close to him but she immediately regretted it as she began to think that might have upset him and what if he beat her up like Victor did.

Christian reached out to her just then and she jumped back trembling, dodging her face with her arms, this act surprised him but then he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

She must have suffered some kind of abuse to have reacted that way.

Clarisse brought down her hand slowly when she felt nothing and saw him smiling at her,

" What's wrong princess? Why do you jump? I don't bite", he said and moved closer to the dresses.

She was surprised he didn't hit her, and she became curious about what his deal was.

" I'm told you refused all the dresses, is there none that's up to your taste?", he asked and looked at her, " tell me what you prefer, and I'll bring down every designer here till you find your choice ",

" Umm..thanks, but.., I want. my dress",

" Your dress?",

" Yes".

'that's why I can't owe you anything or have you pay you for anything ', she said in her mind.

" You mean your clothes?",

" Yes",

" They should be in the penthouse",

" Penthouse?",

" Yes, where we'll be living",

" Not here?",

" No, this is just one of the resorts I owed, I thought of bringing you here in case you might like it since I don't know what you like, yet", he said, " but if you don't like here, we can go wherever you want".

' why is he never home, this is another building we're going to that's not the house....',

" I...can hear you".

Oh shit! She thought of that loud.

" Uh...I mean...",

" That's because we are on our honeymoon",

" Honeymoon? I only read about that in stories",

' I guess that jerk didn't take her to any'.

" Can't we just go to your house?",

" Home, it's our home now, not my house",

" I'm not sure about that", she said in whispers that he couldn't hear but he could tell from her facial expressions.

" Alright princess, but you're not planning on going out with me that night ware",

" Oh".

He gave her the ' you have no choice ', look.

" Nevermind, I can go out with it, no one is looking anyways ",

" Of course no one dares, but I'm looking, mama".

" Clarisse, please call me Clarisse ",

" Will consider that, now come here", he said and began to check out the dresses till he found a mini gown that he liked.

" Here", he stretched it towards her,

" This is too short ", she said as she examined it,

" No, it's not",

" It is, my lap will be showing, I don't want men to be staring at my lap",

" Unless they want it plucked out of their skull",

" Including yours?",

" No",

" Why?",

" Because they belong to me, so only I have the right to stare at them ".

Clarisse felt cringed, " I'll wear something else but please let me choose by myself ",

" Sure princess ", he surrendered and stepped aside for her and after checking for minutes she chose one that was more decent than others but it was a body hug dress and it brought out her shape and curves.

She felt so uncomfortable with Christian eyes ogling at her. His stare was almost tearing the dress off her. He stood up from the chair and walked towards her, she avoided his gaze feeling nervous and curious at what he was up to when he went to her back.

' what's he up to now', she asked herself nervously and felt his hand on her ponytail hair and then the hair band came off causing her hair to fall. She turned to him, facing him now.

" Why did you remove it",

" You look more beautiful with your hair down",

" I'm sorry I don't think so, please give it back",

" Trust me, Ari, it looks better with your hair down".

The way he calls her name and the way it sounds when he calls her nearly forced her to give in. And again, she remembered, she still didn't know his name.

" Umm... what's your...name?", she asked looking at his chest.

He held her chin and lifted it, letting their eyes meet.

" You forgot?",

" Y.yes, I'm. sorry", she stammered gazing into those drowning and beautiful grey eyes.

" I'm going to make you never forget, Christian Charles", he said and captured her lips with his, kissing her long and hard, deeply and passionately, feeling her mouth with his tongue.

Through the window were two eyes peeping and clenching fists as she watched them kiss. Sandra stepped away from the window breathing heavily as tears whelmed up in her eyes and her heart ached so much, at the same time her blood boiled,

" How dare her, how dare her kiss him, those lips are mine", she said and gave Clarisse a dagger stare, " and they are only mine".

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Alice was busy dancing with so much determination and enthusiasm.

" I have to win this contest, by all means", she said as she kept doing the tik tok challenge, she had lost the last challenge to an African woman and she felt like that was a slap on her face and she had almost won again when the same Africa woman is taking over again.

" I'm going to win".

Knock! Knock! Knock!

She ignored the knock at first but the knock came again and when there was no response the maid came in and that interrupted her video.

" What the heck do you want?", she yelled and threw her body cream plastic at her angrily. It hit the maid in the head and she winced in pain, the plastic hit her so hard that it got swollen.

" I'm sorry ma'am, I came in because I heard no response", the maid said with a trembling voice,

" Are you dumb, if I don't answer, doesn't your common sense tell you to go away?",

" I'm sorry ",

" Get out!", she yelled and the maid shuddered away,

" Hey come back here", she called her back, " why were you here?",

" A man is asking of you, he's downstairs ",

" A man?",

" Yes, ma'am ",

" Okay, I've heard, get out ",

She dismissed her and groaned wondering who it could be. She changed her dress and applied some makeup before leaving the room to check who the guest was.

On getting to the sitting room, she stood transfixed on seeing who it was, her heart began to race, she had forgotten about him and here he was, standing in front of her with a bouquet of rose flowers.

" Victor?".