chapter four.

Does every Albanian woman seriously have to do this before her wedding? Cause it really sucks.

There two more days before the wedding and I spent the entire week learning my fiance's favorite food, favorite sport, allergies, likes, dislikes and all that bullshit.like anyone cares.

I talked to the bastard yesterday about how much I really wanted to have an Albanian wedding, it's always been my dream to have a traditional marriage with my entire family and friends, and a man am crazy in love with.

It's no secret I loathe him,so the least he can do is give me my dream wedding.i still haven't said a word to anyone about the night in Berlin, and am not about to. This is for my father and only him.

My thoughts are interrupted by the people moving in and out of the mansion.

My mother walks into the room and kisses my temple.

"Hello sweetheart,how are you feeling?"I can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Am fine,what is it? What's going on?"

" I need you to see something,"

"What's going on mother?"

"Enough with the questions, follow me."

Holding her hand,I follow my mother to the dressing room.she let's go of my hand and walks ahead of me.my heart skips a beat.

"What do you think?"



"What is this?"I bark at her.

" Asahd is a well respected wealthy man, he wants a wedding worthy of his name. Something a little more modern."

"Does anyone care how I feel? For goodness sake the preparations are already done,and my dress was already made,what am I gonna do about that?"

"You don't have to do anything, all you have to do is pick a dress,and everything else will be done in no time."

"Who's side are you on?This was the one thing I had my way, and you're cool with it?"

" Sweetheart, I know how you're feeling ,but isn't it beautiful that he's about to spend a whole fortune on this?" She replies,still apologetic.

" Fuck the money,I wanted happy.pick whatever dress you like, while I reflect on how miserable my life is about to become."

"Be respectful Shiva."

"AMELIA !"

" My Amelia knows when to be grateful.such marriages take long to bond,but he's already being so good to you.what more could your father and I ask for?"

Am speechless,my parents are completely in love with their son in law. And I am infuriated with hate. He's only trying to torment me. He's doing a very good job at it. Starting Sunday,I try to keep the thought of being alone with him far behind me. Why is this happening to me?

"Sorry mother, I love it " I force a smile.

" Don't let me down,I know how this whole thing makes you feel. It's feels alot better to Know that it comes from the heart, right?"

"Yah."

"That's my little girl,let's try it on."

The dress fits perfectly.there fifteen more to look at but am not in the mood.

"I have a couple more things to do,may I be excused?"

" I love you,"

"I love you more."

I leave the dressing room,still angry.like my day couldn't get any worse, I run into Asahd.

"Did you like your outfits?"

"I loved them,"

"Glad to hear that."

" You only did that cause that's what I wanted,"

"You're actually smarter than I thought."

"What are you gaining from this?"

"Pleasure."

He hugs me, his mother stands ahead of us and she smiles at me.

She fucking smiles at me! She must be so proud of the ass hole she raised.

I smile back and hug him.

He softly whispers into my ear,

"I can not wait for our wedding night," he kisses my cheek. That statement gave me quite a shiver,help me God before I kill this man.i turn back and see Asahd talking to my father.the perfect son in law, isn't he?

$$$$$$$$$$

It's ten in the morning and am already tired. The day has arrived, am no longer a bachelor.

There so many activities taking place,I look out the window at the venue of my marriage.



Am going to have to see her every day. The thought of making her life miserable is almost orgasmic.

Massimo opens the door,

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Let's get moving, the bride will be here any second"

"Sure."

I am standing by the alter, Massimo, Mario, Anwar, Lucas are all behind me. My mother is already crying. For Christ's sake.

A white limo has arrived and stands at the entrance of the isle.

Her father comes out first and opens the door for the bride.

Everyone rises and the music begins to play.

She comes out of the car and gives him her hand.she looks..... beautiful, the dress bringing out all her curves and perfection. The veil shielding her face. They slowly walk up to the alter, after kissing her palms,he puts her hands in mine.

The priest goes on and on about vows, love and alot of things I really can't understand. Am surprising distracted, curious and eager to take that veil off her.

"Do you, Asahd jibawi take Amelia to be your lawfully wedded wife....... till death do you part?"

"I DO."

" And do you, Amelia safai take Asahd to be your lawfully wedded husband.......till death do you part?"

She raises her head to look at me and stays silent for a second. If your great plan was to reject me in front of a thousand people, you haven't seen the worst of me.

"I DO."

I bucket of relief has just been poured over me. I do the wicked things,you go through them.

"By his power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.you may kiss the bride."

Finally.

I take the veil off her face,put my hand around her waist. She really is beautiful. I pull her in for a deep kiss, her lips are smooth and soft and her mouth tastes of honey and chocolate. There's a round of applause in the entire garden.

She may be the bitch am about to destroy, but she's definitely a good kisser.