Well here is a REPOST of my story ' Marrying The Enemy'. I hope you like it better then the first one, and I hope to continue this one.
She roughly pulled back her brunette hair, sighing in frustration. Poking out her cherry colored lips, she took a good look in the full length mirror. Her long, white Vera Wang dress hugged her body tight, while her diamond necklace reflected off the mirror. Sure she looked gorgeous, but mentally she felt like shit.
Annoyed with the fake eye lashes that her cousin begged for her to put on, she carefully plucked them, making sure they wouldn't dare fall off. The brunette gulped as the lump in her throat started to form. She was beyond nervous and she swore she would vomit. Taking in a deep breath, she wiped her sweaty palm on her dress.
" Aubrey, we're almost ready to start," Her cousin Monica peeked inside the room, as Aubrey gave her a weak smile. " You look beautiful." And within less then two seconds, the door was closed leaving Aubrey to herself again.
Biting on her full lips, she bitterly laughed to herself. She was this same room just a little over five years ago. Thinking that she was soon to be a married woman, to the man of her dreams. That didn't happen; Instead he left her at the alter, heartbroken. Confessing that he wasn't ready to be tied down. He wanted to further his dream more.
What a fucking asshole.
Aubrey Maria Josette, a middle aged woman, who worked hard for everything she had. After loosing her mother when she was just sixteen; She depended on her father to be there for her emotionally and physically. And he was; He was there through the heartbreaks, hard times and more. He was her everything, vice vera. That's the only reason she agreed to do this arranged marriage shit.
She would do anything to please her father. She had nobody left, and she wanted to make him happy no matter what it took.
" Baby," Aubrey's green eyes switched from looking at herself to the door. " You look so much like you mama."
With her bottom lip quivering, the Josette walked towards her father, taking little steps to make sure she didn't fall. High-heels weren't her thing.
"Thanks Daddy," Richard's eyes traced over his daughter proudly. She was truly beautiful. Everything about her reminded him of his Wife. Her eyes, long brunette hair, stubborn attitude, full lips and her button nose. It overwhelmed him to say the least.
Taking her hands in his, Richard's fragile body got chills up his spine. The only reason he arranged for the marriage, was because he didn't have much time left on earth. His cancer was back, taking over his body more then ever; He only had four months left with his babygirl. The Puerto-Rican knew his daughter wouldnt have anyone left; So he desperately had to make sure someone was going to help her out whenever he passed on. He refused to tell his daughter, knowing that it would worry her even more.
" Well babygirl, this is it." The Puerto-Rican woman nodded, and grabbed onto her fathers bone felt arm. They both walked out the door where the music played. Hundreads of guest were there, many faces of whom she didnt know.
"Just breath Bree." She reminded her self before going down the asile. Her green eyes looked over at her father, who looked at her lovingly patting her arm, reasurring her that everything was going to be fine.
When the music played, she covered herself with the veil. She didnt even wanna see who she was going to marry. Once they started walking down the asile, Richard smiled to everyone, clearly proud.
As for Aubrey, it was a different story. Everything that was once color, was a dull black and white. She wanted so badly to cry. What seemed like forever to her, they finally came to a stop.
Aubrey coudlnt even face him; So she turned towards the preist, closing her eyes ready for it to be over.
Once it seemed like the preist was talking forever, he finally came to her name.
" Do you Aubrey Maria Josette take this young man to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, for sickness and for health, as long as you both shall live?,"
Richard smiled. Good. The Preist did as he was told. Not to mention his name. Perfect.
Aubrey sighed. " I do,"
" And do you do you John Felix Anthony Cena take Aubrey Maria Josette to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, for sickness and for health, as long as you both shall live?,"
Aubrey eyes snapped open. Holy fuck.
She lifted up her veil, and snapped her neck in the direction of the young man.
" I do." He quickly replied, not meeting his eyes with hers.
" Well then, " The presit continued. " By the power vested in me your pronounced husband and wife. Kiss your bride." He said it within two seconds, for which it confused everyone.
The horrid look on Aubreys face turned into shock then anger. She was tricked. Tricked by her father, tricked by her friends, tricked by the guest, and tricked by the asshole she tried and tried to erase from her mind.
John's blue eyes, looked down at his feet, not knowing what to say. Before he had a chance to do anything, a hard slap was giving to him. Everyone gasped, as the Newly bride stormed out the room, with her father chasing after her.
" Good luck," The older aged Prist smiled, patting John Cena on the shoulder. The WWE champion rubbed his cheek, frowing.
This was going to be a long marriage.
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