Conveniently Married To A Billionaire

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HAPPY READING

Delsa Mingo POV

I couldn't sleep a wink of last night.

It is just my luck that nothing goes according to plans. Of all the things I see happening I didn't see my elopement ceremony today or at the end of my trip. I remembered how I use to dream of my beautiful white wedding. Even imaging it with my sister as my maid of honour dressed in shimmering gold, four bridesmaids and my dad walking me to the man I love. I keep blinking my eyes hoping I'm in a really deep sleep and any minute I will wake from this dream. But it wasn't a dream, this is my life. I keep willing my mind to picture, I am in my room laying on my bed curled up with toots or talking with my sister whom I am very close with. Flower is the greatest big sister and we can talk for hours without getting bored with each other.

Reign Menture is a different

kind of man. He had everything planned and set for our ceremony this evening. After my breakfast, he took me to a saloon leaving me with two of his men. After getting my natural hair styled in a flat twist to the front, twist around to the side of my head with a wavy updo and a silver purl headband completing my hairstyle. The hairstylist also did my makeup not too much as I asked. Light shimmering silver eye shadow, tone with dark eyeliner and extending my lashes to complete my wedding day hairstyle and makeup.

Even though I know it is my wedding day it all feels strange, this is my wedding day.

Reign told me he already picked out my wedding dress and after my hair and makeup it will be delivered to the suite and someone will accompany me to help me get dressed. I couldn't be more impressed at how organized he had everything planned out for me; for us. I didn't have to lift a finger and I feel guilty he had to take on all this trouble for me.

I sit on my bed after taking the longest bath known to man, scrubbing every inch of my body. Trying my best to not smudge my makeup. I moisturise my body with all the expensive dove products Reign bought for me. I feel so guilty he has to pay for everything, even the underwear I wear. I must repay him.

No sooner there is a knock on the door. I hurry into my robe and peep through the peephole. I open the door and It one of Reign's guards, one I remember from yesterday. In his hand is a large white box. "Good afternoon ma'am sir sent this for you," he says walking into the room and placing the box on the table in the sitting room.

He exits the room leaving me with the box. I open the expense looking box carefully and my mouth fell open. It is a beautiful mermaid, figure-hugging white dress flowing to the floor. It had lace trailing from the lower half to the floor at the back of it and soft delicate lace down my arms with a black bow holding the back together also black polka dots to the end of its sleeve. He did a great job choosing this beautiful elegant dress and how did he know my size is yet unknown to me. Everything he had me wear to this point even my underwear is in my size and fits me better than if I'd shopped myself. I trail my fingers over the expensive delicate material and it generates a smile on my face. It is my wedding day.

Again there is a knock on the door. I peek again and the same guard is standing with a senior woman. I open the door and she enters the room alone. "Mrs Menture I am here to help you get dressed."

I am not Mrs Menture yet, still have my freedom for the next hour I thought.

"Ok, ma'am."

"Come, we don't want you to be late for your groom now," she says ushering me into the room.

After a few minutes, I'm all dressed and she hands me a white bouquet I didn't see or realize had arrived. "You look beautiful Mrs Menture, Reign is a very lucky man." She says.

"Thank you, ma'am, and for all your assistance."

She hugs me, catching me off guard and I tense up but relax when I feel her warm motherly embrace. "I am Cecile," she says letting go.

"I am Delsa, everyone calls me Dells."

"I know who you are Mrs Menture and I have never seen Reign talk this way about anyone," Cecile says.

"What way is that Cecile," I ask and she smiles brightly.

"Come Dells we must leave" she ushers me out of the room and out the suite.

"Enjoy your wedding my dear," Cecile says walking in the opposite direction the guard lead me.

I did not see Reign after he take me to the hairstylist and I guess he is keeping up with tradition.

Two guards escort me out of the suite and take me to a waiting vehicle in a private parking lot only then did I realise how beautiful this hotel is with a circular exterior and breathtaking display in the centre. My nerves were too high to take notice yesterday and this morning. The guard that opens the car door also takes my hand placing me into the car. I remember him being in the car yesterday after Reign brought me out of the compound. He smiles and nods before letting go of my hand and closing the door. He is a handsome man but not in comparison to Reign.

The car drives out of the parking lot and my nerves take over like a rocket as I fiddle with the bouquet in my hand. I could not help staring at it and how the design is woven to make a beautiful well put together design. "Why couldn't my life be this organise?" I whisper.

"You said something, ma'am?"

"No" I sake my head. I have to stop my mouth from voicing my thoughts out loud.

Strangely a part of me is so comfortable that it wants this man to cradle me in my arms and never let go. Was I so crazy to think this can be more or want it to be more? Does he even see me this way, I know it has only been a day but I could not stop my heart from wondering. And what did Cecile mean by the way he talked about me? I take a deep breath and try to relax my drumming heart and over-processing mind.

On this trip, I was to be everything I am not and it looks like I'm getting just that. I am not a criminal but I ended in jail. I am not a wife but here I stand ready to walk to the altar dressed in white looking at a man I met less than a day ago. How did this become my life when I arise and live it every day.

I can't help thinking about how I am going to hide this from my mother. If one word of this gets out to my mother, she will kill me and bury my corpse.

I grip my bouquet tight and take a deep breath as the car slow to its stop. I peek out at the huge building with a cross above.

I could not be upset, I am getting a church wedding and it is worth a smile. Reich did not have to go to this length but the fact that he did speaks volumes about his character. The guard opens the door for me and takes my hand helping me out.

"Thank you," I say to which he nods. He and the other guard walk me into the church. "Wait here," the polite guard says to me and the other guard, who halt his steps. He walks ahead of us and enters another door. Shortly I notice the guard with me talking on his phone.

"It is time," is all he says walking me to the door the other guard entered.

It is my time to walk to the man I will call my husband. The door opens and there he stands with the guard that entered earlier as I take slow steps to this dashing man looking like a GQ model. His black suit is tailored to perfection, an embodiment of grace and poise. As he looks at me walking to him.

Keep breathing Delsa you can do it, I try to reassure myself. I take another breath as I arrive at the alter only four of us are in attendance. The priest, Reign, myself and the guard from earlier.

I could not look at Reign in the eye at least not yet so I look at the priest.

"Delsa Mingo and Reign Menture, You have known each other from the first glance of acquaintance to this point of commitment. At some point in between, you decided to get married. From that moment of yes to this moment of yes, indeed, you have been making promises and agreements in an informal way. All those conversations that were held riding in a car or over a meal or during long walks; all those sentences that began with When we're married and continued with I will and you will and we will; Those late-night talks that included someday and somehow and maybe; and all those promises that are unspoken matters of the heart. All these common things, and more, are the real process of a wedding. The symbolic vows that you are about to make are a way of saying to one another, You know all those things you've promised and hoped and dreamed- well, you both meant it all, every word." The priest begins.

As I listen to the priest words I cannot help but think it makes sense to our situation and if Reign planned it this way.

"Look at one another and remember this moment in time. After this moment you will become many things to one another; acquaintance, friend, companion, lover, dancing partner, and even teacher, for you, have so much to learn of one another."

I listen keenly to every word not wanting to miss any of it.

"Now, you shall say a few words that take you across the threshold of this life and things will never quite be the same between you two as you become one. For after these vows, you shall say to the world, this is my husband," he taps on Reign shoulder. "This is my wife," he then taps on my shoulder. "There will also be no other to take those roles."

Reign nod firmly.