Chapter Five

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Still in flashback: I felt everything around me is a lie. I don't want to marry Ryan. I want to just forget everything and go with my prince, Nathan. From the second I saw him all I wanted to do is to be with him, to be loved by him. Now when he came to me and confessed his love, I couldn't go with him. I am chained with daughter duties and I have to act like a heiress. People thinks I am so lucky to born in riches and I am going to marry the most eligible bachelor. But believe me, I am feeling myself is the most unlucky specimen in the world. If I wasn't born as Pearl Bennett I could be with the one I want. But I can't do that. It will bring shame to my family, media will make their life hell. You can say I am being dramatic. These things only happen in films and I am trying to act like a lead role. Then let me tell you, you're wrong. Let's think that I went with him. What will happen next? Will be I happy? No, I won't. In every step people will taunt me and also Nathan. Will he love me after all this? Even if he does, for how long? One day he will blame me for everything. There will be no happiness. My family will hate me. Does all of these worth to be with him? No, it doesn't. Yeah, I have feelings for him but I don't love him. But I am feeling like hell. "Pearl, are you okay? Open the door." I heard Louisa's panicked voice along with the sound of knocking. I looked at the mirror and stare at my image. I look like hell. I quickly wiped my tears and gave a little touch up and wore my veil. I cleared my voice. "Yeah, just give me one minute." "OK, we'll be right here." I hid my face with the veil and opened the door. "Ryan is waiting there. You're late." Sofia crossed her hand and looked at me like I murdered someone. "Let him." "What?" "Nothing. Let's go." End of flashback "Now, you may kiss the bride." The priest said to Ryan. I realized I zoned out whole the time of our wedding. I said my vow in trance. Oh god what he will think if he knows. But I don't want to be kissed. I'm not ready now. He came closed to me and lifted my veil. His eyes fixed on my lips and his brows furrowed. He looked really angry. Did he came to know I was kissed a few minutes back? Are my lips that swollen? He cupped my face and I shut my eyes. But I didn't feel anything on my lips because he kissed on my forehead. All clapped, Louisa nudged me on my back and whispered that he is so cute or something like that but I couldn't form it properly as my head is jammed with different thoughts. I sighed a relief as he didn't kiss on my lips. Now time for reception. Meanwhile I should get together myself or the others will doubt on my suspicious behavior. God knows what he had decided for me. Nathan is my past and I have to make a bridge and get over it. I am now Mrs. Pearl Anderson. I won't cheat on my husband even by remembering him. Sure it will be hard. But I am not weak like those melodramatic girls who can't face the reality with a smiling face. No more zoning out. I will be myself tonight. Now smile Pearl. Well done. Keep smiling. *** "Congrats Mr. And Mrs. Anderson." Mr. Adams wished us. He is an oil tycoon and friends of our dads. Mrs. Anderson. This name sounds so alienatic. (Is that even a word? I guess not.) A few hours and my life changed drastically. I am now Mrs. Anderson, not Miss Bennett. I changed my surname for him though I don't love him. Will he do that? Will he become Mr. Bennett for me? No, he won't. It will sound funny to many people. But why do girls have to do this? Society.... "Thanks Mr. Adam, for coming here." Ryan smiled politely at him and I just gave him a nod with a fake smile. Well I am faking a smile for hours. Now it is almost hurting. How many people they invited? This is ridiculous. "I can't stand anymore Ryan. My feet are aching?" I whispered to him. "Oh really? You should've wore 8 inch then you would've been fine." The devil gave me his signature smirk. "You don't have to pull my legs you know?" "Then what should I pull?" He said seductively and I blushed. Oh why am I blushing? "May be your hair." I replied keeping my voice stern as possible as I can. "Just shut up. No need to be friendly with me." He muttered. Well isn't he a bipolar? One moment he is flirting and next he slaps me with his words. Tada. "I don't want to be friendly with a r****h like you." I retorted. Huh as if I care. He doesn't know I can be a real b***h. I am not those girls from romance novels who get scared if her husband scolds him or talks rudely. "r****h and me?" His eyes became saucers. It does suit him. Note the sarcasm here. "Oh you are blind also? Or you have concussion? Are you seeing things? God where is uncle Rob? We have to take you to hospital." I pretended to be concerned. "What are you blabbering?" "Now you are having amnesia also. Lemme remind you. I was calling you r****h. You saw someone beside you and got confused that whom was I calling r****h. There was no one beside you I promise. It was you who is a radish." You started this, now take what I give you. "Whatever. Who argues with a blabbermouth?" He sighed helplessly. "Right. I'm that. Still, I have a mouth to blabber. You always behave like someone stapled your mouth and you are having a great pain to talk." He opened his mouth to reply then closed again. Can't get a proper reply dear Ryan? Deal with this. "There is no use to talk to you." He shook his head in frustration. "Yeah yeah." I gave him a cheeky smile. He fumed in anger and looked away from me. As I said, no one can get away without getting a good reply from me when he himself started it. I am a b***h when I am attacked. Like me or not your wish. He thought I will be always prim and proper. No I won't. That was really fun to irritate him. This is going to be a long night.
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