Mrs Wyatt to be part 1

Book One—(Chapter 13)

(Mrs Wyatt to be—Part 1)

'Let's have a grand wedding'.

'No'.

'A court wedding it is then'.

'Perfect'.

'I want an after party'.

'Over my dead body Mr Wyatt'.

'What do you want then?!'.

'I just want to sign the fucking wedding papers!!', Ana finally snapped, 'Why are you so excited anyway? it's not like we love each other'.

God she was a hassle to work with, Damon thought as he pursed his lips and pushed the document towards her. She frowned deeply for a moment as she read through the papers intently, looking for any clause that might put her in trouble since Damon wasn't a man to be trusted. A minute passed and she finally put down her signature which made him smile in a mischievous way.

'Can you be any less creepy??'. She scoffed, grabbing her purse laying idly by her side and rose to her feet, 'I'll see you—'

'I'll drive you home'. He interrupted as he grabbed his car keys from the far end of the table.

She yanked the keys from his hands and placed it back on the table, 'It's the middle of the day Mr Wyatt. The last thing I want is anyone think that you're driving me home after fucking me on your oak table, please sit down and I'll leave.....we can talk about the preliminaries later'.

'Why are you always so feisty?', he rolled his eyes, 'You're my wife to be so the least I can do is drive my fiance home'. A larky smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he referred to her as his fiance.

She hated it, the coy game he was playing and resisted every urge to slap the beautiful smirk on his face. Hesitant for a while but seeing how persisting he was, she finally agreed to let him drive her home—Damon screamed yes in his insides, it was all going according to plan....his bride was in place and all he needed to do was plan a wedding. Then he could finally get his promotion with a cherry bonus.....getting Ana naked on his bed.

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Estella's fears were confirmed as she spotted her daughter coming out of the same black car in the morning, then she saw Damon waving at Ana who didn't return the gesture and kept on watching until the car drove away. Ana wasn't telling her the truth about her relationship with Damon....it was unlike Ana to lie to her blatantly, she thought as Ana walked into the diner with a smile on her face.

Ana was startled as she walked into the kitchen only to be shocked by her mother staring blankly at her, there was an awkward silence between the both of them which made her extremely uncomfortable. Disappointment was written all over her mother's face she could tell, it formed a hard lump in her throat as she tries to comfort Estella's fears.

'He's nothing to me M—'

'Don't lie to me Ana', Estella stopped her halfway, 'I saw you coming out of that man's car and it sure doesn't look like it's nothing. What is going on?'.

There was no use lying anymore, Ana thought to herself, she was going to be Damon's fake wife soon and her mother had a right to know about their fake relationship—not the tempting deal she made that would change their lives forever. She paused and took a deep breath, trying to battle the guilty feelings inside of her as she was about to lie to the most important person in her life.

'Mr Wy....Damon is....Damon is my...', she stammered as she tried to muster the words, 'Damon...Damon is my fiance Mom. We're getting married soon'.

'What?!'. Estella and Emily who just walked into the kitchen both chorused.

Ana breathed heavily again and finally took a stance on her deception, 'You heard me. Damon Wyatt and I have been seeing for a while, he was a customer at the men's club and took me out on special dates....now...now I love...I love him and we're getting married very soon'.

'Holy Cow!!', Emily screamed excitedly, 'So you're saying that Damon Wyatt himself of Wyatt Cosmetics is soon to be my brother-in-law!! Ohhh Simon needs to know about this!'.

'Shut up Emily'. Ana and her mother both said in unison.

'We're gonna be rich Mom don't you see?? Ana is marrying a freaking millionaire!'. Emily was too excited to keep quiet but a haughty glare from her mother drove her mouth shut, she giggled softly as she excused herself from the kitchen and up the stairs to her room—her diary was just waiting to get a juicy entry of her good fortune.

Estella sighed deeply as she rested a hand on the kitchen table where tomato scraps were, it was all too overwhelming to take in at once. First her bills were paid by a stranger who isn't a stranger at all, now she finds out that her daughter has a secret boyfriend.... fiance!! and they were getting married under a matter of minutes...it was all too much!.

Ana could see the shock written all over her mother's face, 'I should've told you sooner mom and i—'

'Do you love him?'. Estella asked.

Ana blinked, taken aback by the question, 'What?'.

'Do you love him Anastasia!', her mother yelled, she only called her Anastasia when she was really mad, 'Do you love Damon Wyatt or are you just marrying him for his money! are you doing this all because you want to change our lives forever', it felt heartbreaking to ask her daughter, 'Are you a golddigger??'.

It was all to heartbreaking, to lie to her mother with a straight face, 'No Mom. I.... I really do love Damon Wyatt and his family loves me too. We kept the relationship a secret cause we didn't want anyone to know, our....our wedding is going to be under the wraps I promise.

'You don't get it do you Ana?', Estella placed both hands on her daughter's shoulder, 'The Wyatt family are rich people.... wealthy people and they will never let their son marry someone like you. You're not prepared for that kind of life Ana'. Tears started to well in her eyes.

Ana wrapped her arms around her mother, stroking her hair lightly and soothing her fears away. She totally understood where her mother was coming from, Damon's family would never accept her if they knew who she really was—but she had a role to play for a greater reward, it was for her good, Emily's good and her mother's good..... they would never have to worry about money again once the 100 Days were complete.