The Billionaire's Booth Bride

Trapping Adi 1

I was walking fast. My head was low. I was hesitant raising my gaze lest I would see those mocking stares as I passed through the hallway. Though their voices were low, I could assume that the students I passed by in the hallway were all talking about me, and I know it was because of the marriage booth incident yesterday. I quickly sat at the end of the row when I entered our classroom. The teacher was late. I was tapping my fingers on my desk wishing our teacher would arrive soon before my classmates would pick on me about yesterday's incident, but I guess luck was not on me today. Dixie and her mean girls approached me.

“So, you’re now daydreaming to be Mrs. Rhodes? It’s just a play wedding, dear!”

Dixie muttered with mockery. She intentionally says it out loud to get the entire class’s attention. I shrink in my seat.

“Am I claiming to be one?” I replied, drawing some courage.

And Dixie didn’t like me talking back. It makes her even more angry. She pulled my hair and picked on my face.

“Listen dear, you were just chosen yesterday to be Zyd’s bride on that wedding play so you’ll be humiliated. So, the entire Brooks College would see how you’re no match with him! So, don’t assume, huh?” Dixie mocked me.

“I am not! If you like he’s all yours!” I replied.

“Am I a thing to be given away?” Zayden interrupted.

Dixie and her mean girls were dumbfounded at his presence. They never expected such interruption. He was suddenly there like rescuing me from my bullies but I could see in his eyes he was not pleased by what he had just heard me say. Zayden grabs Dixie’s hands pulling them off away from me. He shoved him and darted a glare at her, at them as if warning them not to touch me ever again.

“Next time you lay a finger on my wife I’ll punish you!” Zayden said.

My wife! Those words caught my attention.

Then, Zayden grabbed my hand and took me away from that place.

We were trailing out of the hallway at that moment, and I was confused. I’m in disbelief as to why he was all of a sudden concerned about me. I’m nobody to be concerned about. Is he honoring that play wedding we had yesterday? I’m confused. But right there while he was holding my hand saving me from ridicule and embarrassment, I felt relieved. I was delighted as when I wasn’t expecting a knight to save me, there he came and proved to me at this moment that I was worth saving. Yet, the other part of me is disagreeing, and cynical, keeping me from thinking that this is just a lie, an illusion. A part of me is telling me that I am not worth this affection.

That he’s Zayden Rhodes, handsome. Campus heartthrob. A billionaire heir.

And I am just a nobody.

“What?” Zayden raised an eyebrow as I pulled off my wrist from his grip.

“You don’t have to do this!” I blurted. I turned and was about to head back to my classroom but he stopped me. I reacted.

“Look! You have no obligation towards me! That’s just a play wedding yesterday!” I hissed.

“No! You signed a real marriage certificate, honey!” Zayden uttered in a seducing tone.

I paused. I ran out of words for a moment. My mind was suddenly figuring out, recalling all that happened yesterday as to how I ended up marrying Zayden for real!

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not!” A naughty smile curved on his face as he handed me our marriage certificates. I inspected it only to be certain that it was indeed real. It was even registered already in the national registry. How come? I turned to him with my eyes widened in disbelief.

“H–how could this happen?” I stuttered.

It’s not that I don’t want to marry him. Of course, all the girls would envy me and perhaps would even kill me if they knew this! Many girls wanted to be Zayden’s wife. But why me? I fall into more confusion.

“You—trick me!” I gasped.

Zayden moved closer to me. I stepped back a few but then I felt the wall from my back. I knew then I was cornered. He raises his arms unto the wall enclosing me, giving me no space to run away. Then, he touches my chin as he speaks with that naughty smile of his.

“Why don’t you want to be my wife?” he muttered in almost a whisper.

The more I couldn’t speak. His nearness is making me uncomfortable. I suddenly remember that kiss we had in the wedding booth yesterday.

Here’s again that manly scent of his! Damn!

I looked away, but he pulled my face so his eyes could meet with his. He was waiting for my answer. I drew the courage left in me and looked straight into his eyes. He’s handsome. He’s f*** handsome but I should not drown in his charm.

“No! I don’t want to be your wife!” I answered.

I saw the shock on his face. Perhaps he was all too confident I would say yes to him just like the other women he had.

“I want a peaceful life. I want to study here peacefully. Being your wife would mean I’ll be getting punished by all those who wanted you for themselves. You’re handsome, there’s no doubt anyone would like you, handsome charming men are usually womanizers. I don’t want such a problem,” I said in a lengthy explanation and I don’t know where I get the courage to say all those.

Then my eyes turned to the marriage certificate he was holding.

“I want a divorce. Immediately,” I muttered, glaring at him.