Four days later

I stood staring at myself through a mirror as a tailor sorted my dress out from the bottom. I looked unreal. I looked beautiful but I didn't feel it.

"You look absolutely amazing," the tailor gushed. I didn't reply back. She said the same thing every couple of minutes.

I stared at the dress. It was beautiful. It was a white ball gown with long lace arms that were off the shoulder. The veil flowed behind me. It was a train. I looked like a fairy tale princess exactly how I've always wanted to look on my wedding. I didn't choose the dress, the venue, makeup artist, cake. I didn't even choose my hairstyle. I chose absolutely nothing so as far as I'm concerned this isn't the wedding I've always dreamed of. "You're ready," the tailor stated as she looked down at my dress with pride. She quickly grabbed her things and left the bridal suite.

I moved away from the mirror and looked outside the window. Maybe, this marriage won't be so bad. Suddenly, the door is thrown open.

"Why the fuck are you still in here?," he snarled as he stalked towards me. I didn't move from my spot and only turned my body to look at him.

If he wasn't someone I hate so much, I'd feel so lucky right now. He looked handsome. I can already imagine the amount of girls after him. His dark eyes only made him seem more mysterious. He seemed around 6''1 but I might be wrong. Let's just say that mathematics isn't my strong suit. All I know is that he uses his height to his advantage as he towers over me, making me feel small and intimidated.

"Wipe that look off your face and act like a happy fiancé," I mimicked what he said to me at the ball. Without a warning, he grabbed my neck and squeezed it, not enough to make me struggle for air but enough to know that he wouldn't hesitate to squeeze harder. I didn't flinch. I was trained to show absolutely no pain. He squeezed a little harder wanting to see me in pain.

I heard the door being pushed open. "Get your hand off my daughters neck," my dad said threateningly as he walked into the room. Sebastian removed his hand and neatened up his suit jacket.

Remember what I was saying about this marriage maybe not being such a bad idea after all? Yeah? Well, scratch that idea. If my dad hadn't have walked in, Sebastian would've squeezed my throat until I passed out.

"Make it quick," Sebastian snapped as he left the room. I let out a sigh as I felt my body relax. I didn't even realise how tense I was.

"You look stunning," my dad said with tears in his eyes. I didn't say anything. He literally just saw me getting strangled by my soon to be husband. Why isn't he stopping the wedding? "You'll be fine," he said but it sounded like he said it more to himself than me.

He held his arm out for me to take. I put my arm in his. He opened up the door and we walked to the room where the ceremony was being held. The music started and people stood up. We walked down the aisle slowly. What if I trip? Would Sebastian cancel the wedding? He'll probably kill me. My dad squeezed my arm, stopping me from doing anything.

Finally, we reached the alter. He begrudgingly grabbed my hands once I stood across him. I watched from the corner of my eyes as my father sat in his seat.

There were no bridesmaids or best men. There was no flower girl or boy. No one walked down the isles with the rings on an expensive pillow. To me, this wedding seems more like a funeral.

The officiant began to speak. I tuned out for the most part until Sebastian squeezed my hands really hard. "I-I," I stammered. I looked towards my family who were sat near the front. Ava looked like she was on the verge of tears, my mom looked sad and my dad was slowly nodding head, wanting me to say yes. I glanced up at Sebastian to see a vein popping out of his forehead letting me know his patience was running thin.

"I do."

He quickly slipped the ring onto my finger before dipping me. His head covered mine, making it seem to guests that we had kissed. I didn't expect to be kissed anyway.

Claps could be heard from the guests. No cheers. No laughter. No chatter. Simply claps.

There was no reception. Tables of food and beverages were lined up on the sides. We walked around for a couple of moments, accepting well wishes from others.

There was no bouquet throwing or family pictures.

As I was being tugged outside the venue, I glanced back. "I need to say goodbye to my family," I told him.

"No," he shrugged carelessly.

"What the fuck is your problem?," I asked him getting fed up of the way he was treating me.

"You."

"Why'd you marry me then?," I burst out. He rolled his eyes and pushed me into the back of the limo. "Cause I sure as hell didn't want to marry a jackass like you."

"Listen here and listen closely because I'm not gonna repeat myself twice," he said, his voice going dangerously low. A chill ran down my spine. "This is an arrangement. Nothing emotional or sexual. You mean nothing to me."

The whole car ride back to my new home was awkward and quiet. Finally, the limo stopped in front of a mansion that's possibly bigger than my home. My old home.

He got out and slammed the door shut. I rolled my eyes at his childishness. I pushed the door open and stood outside. "You should've just bought a banner that says 'Welcome to your own personal hell'."

"And I should've killed you when I first met you," he retorted. "There's a lot of things I haven't done that I should've."

I let out a scoff as I pushed past him and entered the house. He followed behind and closed the door.

"Welcome home."