Forever with the Billionaire

Hillary POV

I took a deep breath as I entered Loukas’ room. It was my second visit, and unlike the first, when I barged in, I decided to be more polite and knocked on his door. We barely saw each other after he made his announcement about marrying me two days ago because he was too busy with his business dealings and the fake wedding. “Loukas,” I said again, announcing my presence.

His voice came from inside his room, and he invited me in. I walked in and saw him trying to tie his tie, but he couldn’t because his hand kept slipping, and because he couldn’t move his right hand, it became more difficult. I looked around for Rotimi and when I didn’t see him, I figured he might need my assistance. “Let me do it,” I said, extending my hand to assist him with the tie.

I try to avoid his stares while tying his tie. I moved away from him once I was finished. Being around Loukas weakens me, and the only way to avoid him was to avoid any physical contact, but how could I avoid that when we were always around each other? “Are you prepared?” As his gaze moved around my body, I heard him ask. I cleared my throat and looked in the mirror. Because almost all of my clothes were jeans and hoodies, I was wearing a sleeveless blue Palazzo jumpsuit with a black blazer. Except for special occasions, I rarely wear a dress. “Is this what you’re wearing?” he inquired, and I nodded in response.

“Why?” I inquired. “Is there something wrong with my outfit?”

Loukas examined my clothes with his hand on his chin. “You can’t meet our guest dressed like this,” he said.

I frowned at him as I folded my arms. “How do you recommend I dress?” I inquired of him.

He cleared his throat and drew a long line with his fingers as if drawing something. As I stared at him, I couldn’t understand what he was saying. “What are you attempting to say?”

“You need to be sophisticated to act like my wife,” he elaborated. In a way that I could comprehend. “Dressing like this gives the wrong impression about a billionaire’s wife,” he explained.

I chuckled and then gave him a hard stare. How dare he criticize my attire? As he continued to stare at me, I frowned and tutted. “What makes you think I can’t be sophisticated?”

Loukas rubbed his brow and clicked his tongue. “Did you see yourself?” He asked me in a way that made me sound unattractive. “Compare to me,” he said, pointing to himself. “I’m dressed like an ideal husband, and if my future wife is seen dressed like that, it’ll be a disaster,” he said as he shook his head at me. “You need to change your dress, Hillary,” he should have said simply, but he had to go a long way before finally saying something.

“Would you like me to change my dress?” I inquired, and he nodded in response. “why? ”

“You know I don’t like repeating myself Hills,” he said, motioning to the wheelchair beside his bed, but I didn’t respond and just stared at him. I scoffed and gave him a murderous. “Hillary,” he said, palming his brow. “Put on a dress or something.”

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t have the dress you expect me to have,” I indicated with my fingers.

“Then we go shopping for clothes and do your hair and makeup,” he replied.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

When I touched my face, I noticed how bare it was. I can’t even remember the last time I put on makeup. His phone rang beside his bed, and he motioned for me to take it. I answered the phone and placed it against his ear. “Oh hey Rotimi,” he said with a smile. “You got the engagement ring?” he asked, then laughed. “Good. Hillary and I are on our way down to meet right now. We need to stop somewhere before heading to the hospital.”

My heart rate increased when he said hospital, and I wondered why he was going to the hospital. Was he ill? I thought as I looked at him. “OK, see you,” he said as he hung up the phone and placed his hand on mine. “You can take the phone away,” he said, and I nodded. I took the phone out of his ear and assisted him in getting into his wheelchair, but I couldn’t stop wondering what he meant by “hospital.”

My curiosity got the best of me, so I asked him about it. “How come we’re going to the hospital?” I inquired.

“Because that’s where we’re going,” he replied.

” Are you ill?” I inquired, and he responded by shaking his head. I sighed and pushed him out of his room and into the elevator. “So, why are we going to the hospital?”

“For the business transaction, Hillary,” he replied. “We’re going there as a couple to finalize a business deal,” he explained.

“Oh!”I exclaimed. “I assumed you were ill.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “How can I be sick when you are here?” I smiled at the way he said it. It sounded like the way lovers conversed.

As we approached the ground floor, the elevator doors opened, and I pushed him out without saying anything else. Rotimi was already standing in front of the mansion, next to a White Venza, and waved when he saw us. “Hey Hillary, you look lovely,” he said, and I smiled back.

“Thank you,” I chuckled because he complimented me rather than acting like Loukas, who finds flaws in everything I do.

“Are you going to converse all day?” Loukas said angrily, pointing to the Rolex watch on his right wrist. “There is no time for you two to keep talking,” he gritted his teeth.

Rotimi tutted as I rolled my eyes and huffed. I sat beside him as he helped him into the car. I kept my distance from him, trying hard not to make physical contact with him. We waited for Rotimi to load the wheelchair into the car booth, which seemed to take an eternity. I smiled when Rotimi finally got into the car and started it. “I’ve gotten the engagement ring, Lou,” he said as he took a ring box from his pockets and extended his hand for Loukas to take.

Loukas snatched it from his grasp and opened the box. I was taken by the beauty of the ring and wondered how much he had spent on it. It was a diamond ring, and although I didn’t know the karat, I knew it would be expensive. I was perplexed as to why he would spend so much money on a wedding that wasn’t even real. “What about the wedding bands?”

“I should have it by the wedding next week,” Rotimi replied. When he said next week, I shifted in my seat. I thought the wedding would be in a month, but they just planned it without telling me.

“A week! ” I yelled and moved closer to Loukas, completely forgetting about my no-touching rule “How could you possibly not tell me, Loukas?”

“Because I thought you knew,” his response sounded stupid, and hearing him say it was grating. How could I have known when he refused to tell me everything? Was I supposed to use my brain to figure everything out? I wanted to scream, no, I wanted to punch Loukas and Rotimi in the face.

“How am I supposed to know when you only told me two days ago?” I screamed at him.

Loukas sighed and yelled back at me. “Hillary, this isn’t a real wedding. Stop being like this about it!”

“You guys should lower your voice,” Rotimi begged, and we both yelled back.

“Stop talking!”

“I know it’s not a real wedding, but I only agreed to help you, and there are things you’re supposed to tell me!” I screamed at him.

“Quit yelling at me!” He yelled back.

How did he expect me not to yell at him when I was enraged? I didn’t expect my dream wedding to be so hurried. I wanted it to be simple but full of love, but Loukas had to spoil my plans. It’s not that I didn’t have a choice, but I wanted to help him not out of pity, but because I was drawn to him and because Rotimi had told me about being his guardian angel.

Being his guardian angel must have been hell because he was bossy and had no emotions. “Is there anything else I should know, Loukas?” I inquired of him.

He sighed and nodded in response. “What exactly is it?” I inquired of him.

“Once we leave the hospital, my lawyer will bring the marriage contract.”

I groaned and moved away from him, frustrated. “I told you not to leave me out if I’m marrying you,” I reminded him, and when he attempted to speak, I cut him off. “This isn’t a real marriage, but it’s sacred to me, and I don’t want my fake wedding to be rushed.”

Rotimi agreed with a nod but did not turn to face me. “Lou, I agree with her on this one. She should be kept up to date on everything “He stated this.

Loukas agreed with a roll of their eyes. “Fine, but keep in mind that this isn’t a real wedding,” he reminded me, and I nodded in response. “Great, start by putting this ring on your,” he said as he shoved the box into my grip. I asked him a question, and he frowned at me as if I had done something wrong. “No one is going to believe you’re my bride-to-be if you don’t have a ring on your finger,” he grumbled.

” Oh, yes!” I gave him a friendly smile and opened the box. “Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to put the ring on my finger?”

Loukas responded by shaking his head. “No,” he said flatly. I rolled my eyes as I placed the ring on my finger.

I suppose this marriage was doomed from the start. A truly dreadful one.