Chapter 7

• ARTEMISIA
• There were a lot of things I would not wish to happen to me. I had made a bucket list full of them.
• But, not in my wildest dreams would I have thought I was going to be the bride of the stranger I often fantasize about.
• After the first day we had met, which was two years ago, I hadn't seen him again until today.
• Yet, it didn't stop me from thinking about him often.
• Being wedded to him was nothing like I had imagined.
• I had thought him to be a sweet and caring man. Someone that would be my knight in shining armour whenever I was distressed.
• Someone that would comfort me whilst wrapping his strong arm around me.
• It was absurd!
• I should not have thought of all that because I realized now that they were all wishful thinking.
• The man beside me, the freaking hunk that the minister had joined with me, was an obnoxious jerk.
• He wasn't like the man I had envisaged. Rather, the opposite.
• Although he hadn't made a lot of nasty comments, with the ones I had heard him say, I wished I was single once again.
• But, what was I expecting? I guessed a prince that I had often dreamt of or the imaginary love of my life I had painted in the deepest part of my mind.
• "Hey, wifey!"
• I swirled whilst glaring at Julie as she tugged my hand.
• "Your husband is such a hottie! He's dope and freaking dripping in finesse. I mean, look at him…"
• I squinted whilst glancing at where she was pointing to.
• I'd admit he was somewhat sexy. Yet, he was still the jerk he was and that was how I would probably refer to him since I didn't know his name yet.
• I glared at him whilst our eyes locked.
• He winked, then shrugged.
• "See, he has the attention of all the women here. You are so lucky, babe." Julie sighed wistfully.
• My eyes travelled around at her assertion. Indeed, every woman present was staring at him.
• Whether married or not.
• I don't know whether I should be glad my husband was an attractive man and a walking magnet to the opposite sex or maybe it was a sign that the relationship was meant to be doomed in the first place.
• A gorgeous full-figured brunette flung her arms around him.
• I grimaced as my jerk of a husband hugged her back.
• My hand balled into a fist and I held it by my side as she went further to kiss him on his lips.
• It might just look like a brush on his lips, but it was still the same thing to me.
• She straightened and her eyes sought mine out. She winked and smirked.
• A feeling which wasn't familiar swirled within me. But, I know what it was even if I hadn't felt it before towards any woman because of a man.
• Jealousy!
• That green-eyed bitched surfaced and gripped my heart. I felt like smacking the brunette as she began to fill my husband's exposed bicep.
• I wondered what would happen if I punched her freakishly gorgeous face.
• I was sure of two things, either I broke her fake nose beyond repair and made my husband file a divorce for fighting with his guest or having my parents disowned me because they had promised to do so if I tried anything funny before the wedding even began.
• I wasn't violent per se but the first option seemed tempting because I would like to see her shriek whilst holding her disentangled nose.
• Even the thought and image of seeing her in agony made me giggle.
• "Well, that's an evil laugh," Julie mumbled. "Ha, I see!" She exclaimed whilst narrowing her eyes.
• "You are jealous of her right?"
• I knew who she was talking to as she nodded towards the b*tch that was still flanked by my husband's side.
• However, I chose to ignore her question.
• "Don't be darling. Sinclair chooses you to be his queen." She said.
• "Who's Sinclair?"
• "You don't know who Sinclair Steele is?"
• I shook my head as she questioned back.
• She eyed me for a brief second, then facepalmed. "Geez!"
• "What?" I asked, frowning.
• I wonder who the person was. But, he must have been an important figure due to how Julie was taking it as a big deal because she began to glare at me.
• "I know you are oblivious and all. But, how can you not know Sinclair Steele is your husband? The Sinclair Steele of Sin Inc."
• "What?!"
• "Yes, your husband is the CEO of Sin Inc. The place you would be going for an interview tomorrow."
• Sinclair Steele was my husband and the interviewer on my report!
• I didn't know.
• But, I wasn't to be blamed. Or maybe I was. If I had tried asking my parents about the man they had sold me off to, it would have prepared me to know I was wedding my, maybe future boss.
• "Where has your head been, all this while?"
• "It's not my fault the marriage deal didn't come with a name tag. At least, I wasn't given off to an old man." I giggled slightly.
• Maybe, being with an old man would have been better because I had heard a lot of things about the owner of Sin Inc.
• It might be just a rumour. I had seen it like that. But, due to how he had behaved towards me earlier. I was beginning to think that they were right.
• He might not seem like the devil they had stated because I hadn't seen him sprout out some wings or horns.
• What I know was, he was an arrogant jerk and he didn't even try to hide that he was.