My Stupid Husband

Cheryl POV:

I ran as my legs could carry me.

I cursed; my wedding gown and heels were stopping me from running.

"Stop that little bitch!" I heard my stepmother yell at my bodyguards as she ran after me.

They were chasing after me.

I breathed heavily, raising my gown up to move easily.

I just had to keep running for a few minutes because any moment from now I should be entering the wedding hall.

I turned around; they were a few meters from me.

I smirked.

"In your face, Rosella."

And just when I was beginning to celebrate, I tripped on my gown and fell, hitting my face on the ground.

I groaned in pain, trying to get back on my feet, but before I could, they got to me and held me.

My stepmom panted, "You...stupid bitch, are you crazy? You should thank your goddess that there are no reporters nearby." She glared at me. "You were always trouble for me and my girls. Now that I've finally had the opportunity to get you out of my house, you want to make trouble for me?" She scoffed. "Not on my watch."

I glared at her. "It was never your house; it is my mom's and will always be hers."

She rolled her eyes. "The dead can't have a house or home, dummy, only the living." She smirked.

I clenched my fist in anger.

"Now don't be a spoilt brat and go get married. You will be doing your Dad a big favor, especially now when he wants to expand his business," she said, dusting my gown from dirt. "Escort her to the makeup room. They will have to redress her again, and tell them to do it snappily," she ordered them.

They bowed, dragging me as I struggled. "You think you've got rid of me?" I scoffed. "You're wrong. I will be the one to get rid of you, Rosella!" I yelled.

She chuckled.

They got me redressed, and soon I was walking down the aisle with my Father on my right hand.

I looked around, at a side of the church were my relatives and my girls. My girls were the only people I associated myself with, and they were all high class like myself. But I was above them; they all saw me as the leader of our little squad, so I invited them. Even though I hated the idea of getting married to someone I didn't know, I still wanted them to see how glamorous it would be. The other side was the guy's relations and friends.

The hall was beautifully decorated; everything was magnificent. My stepmother had definitely made sure that the event was according to the taste of the Williams family.

The Williams family was one of the wealthiest families. I would have been glad that I was marrying into such a family, but the family has a terrible reputation. They were known to be cold-hearted, mean, bad, etc. And one thing I know is that my stepmom will never marry me into a place where I'll be happy.

I, Cheryl, do not want to be part of such a family.

Soon I was at the altar; my dad left me and went to the congregation.

The priest began the ceremony. Soon it was time for our vows.

"Do you take Asher Williams as your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked me.

I bit my lips and looked over to my Dad, who had an expressionless face. My stepmom glared at me.

I scoffed. "Yes."

He turned to the handsome man by my side. I must admit, although I didn't want to get married, this man is so handsome with beautiful eyes, thin lips, tall, with abs. I drooled.

"And do you take Cheryl Kingsley as your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest continued.

I snapped from my thoughts and waited for his reply.

Part of me hoped he would say no and stop the wedding, and part of me hoped he would say yes.

"Yes," he replied.

The priest smiled. "You may kiss your bride."

He turned to look at me and frowned. "No."

I could hear a chuckle from my stepmom.

"Kissing girls is bad," he said.

I raised a brow.

WTF, what is wrong with him?

An elderly woman rushed to the altar and whispered something into his ears.

He stared at me.

I was becoming impatient, what a disgrace.

I held him and forced my lips on his.

I felt a force push me from him. I fell, hitting my ass on the ground. It didn't hurt much because of the thickness of the wedding gown.

He pushed me! Me!

I wanted to stand up and give him a piece of my mind, but looking at the congregation, their mocking smiles, I couldn't. I felt so embarrassed.

Thank goodness the only people invited were friends and family.

But still, all those girls that looked at me like an untouchable goddess.

I felt like crying. I bit my lips and remained on the ground, pretending I've lost consciousness and hoping the ground would open up and swallow me.

The elderly woman close to him gasped. "Carry her out," she whispered yelled.

His frown deepened. "She is pretending; she's lying," he pointed his finger at me accusingly.

Shit!! I cursed in my mind.

My eyes, which had been slightly open, quickly shut tightly.

I heard him scoff. "It's obvious, Nanny."

Nanny? Who brings his Nanny to the altar! To make it worse, it's the Nanny that's telling him what to do.

Oh my gosh! What has my stepmom gotten me into?

"Just take her out and remember to smile; some reporters may be lurking nearby," I heard the elderly woman, who should be the Nanny, said.

He groaned unwillingly.

"Your mother is watching," she said sternly.

I felt him carry me; immediately the congregation clapped and screamed happily like nothing just happened. Definitely, everyone was just pretending. Including me.

I clenched unto my gown tightly as he carried me. Then he stopped; I heard a woman whisper to me, "Everyone knows you are pretending; you were never a good actor. Once you come out, make sure you open your eyes and start smiling."

I flew my eyes open, irritated by my stepmom's voice.

She smirked.

We were at the end of the hall.

I bit my lips, refraining myself from saying anything as they opened the gate.

I lit up my face and smiled, walking towards the car.

The only words in my heart were curses for my stepmom, for her daughters who didn't bother to attend, for my Dad who let such a woman take mom's place, for the idiot I just got married to, for everyone that attended the wedding.

Curses, that's all I could do. I didn't have the power to call off this stupid wedding; I could only curse in my heart as I prepared myself for my marriage life.