The Billionaire Bachelors Series: Claiming Sebastian Pierre

⚜Chapter 1⚜

Lucy's POV:

I am standing at the end of the aisle, holding a bouquet of white roses with my white dress on I slowly walk towards the man who is in the other end, waiting patiently for me. His crystal blue eyes met mine's and all I can see is him, smiling dearly at me looking like a dream come true with his white tuxedo. This is really happening, for this is not a dream I am really marrying him, the guy whom I just met three days ago. It's like the time stopped and all that matters is him and me, like we're trapped in our own little world. The moment I reached him was magical, without breaking our gazes, he gently took my hand, kissed it and said to me:

"Let's get married, Lucielle"

"Sure, Sebastian"

With smiles on our face we looked at the priest, he smiled at us and started his speech: "We are gathered here today for the union of Sebastian Pierre and Lucielle Alleje..."

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"So, what happens next?" I started, hoping to break the ice around us.

After our short wedding which took for about an hour, we are about to go back to the hotel when we are bombarded with paparazzis. I don't know who told them about our wedding, because apart from us no one is supposed to know about this. It's one of my conditions before agreeing to marry him and believe me he is as upset as I was. After all I married New York's most reclusive bachelor.

To avoid all the drama and a possible headline tomorrow we decided to go to the pier to ride his yacht to get away. After a quick tour, he became busy operating it, which surprised me because I never saw him as a yacht guy. I was left here, a glass of martini in my hands, in the deck watching the stars shine in the night sky. It's been a while since I last saw the sky with a clear head, no more thinking about my problems. This must be what true freedom means, no worries just enjoying the life ahead of you.

"We go back to our own ways" he said for a while after settling down besides me, still keeping his face neutral.

I told myself not to get affected by his words but it's useless because I'm still getting hurt by it. I know that our deal was a no strings attached but I still can't deny the fact that I married him not because of our deal but because I'm attracted to him. To save my pride, I acted like it doesn't affect me but the truth is that I just wanted to cry, really hard.

I took a sip of my drink and nod to him. "You have my word. The moment I signed those papers. I promised that this will be the last time you'll ever hear my name or even see me. You don't even need to drop me off, just send me the divorce papers and I'll sign them when the time comes by"

"That's good, as of this moment my lawyer is transferring the money in your account. After this you'll become a rich woman."

I sighed "Indeed , I will be rich, again." I whispered to myself.

We continued sailing without anyone of us speaking. We welcomed the silence, engulfing the two of us. Only the sound of the waves and the breeze of the cold night can be heard that time and it continued even when we reached the pier wherein there's a car waiting for him. After he docked, he quickly went down and walked towards the car and not once did he even glanced back at my direction. That was our last conversation, we met accidentally, wedded as business partners and went on our own ways as strangers. I felt my tears slowly falling on my face as I watched him walk away from me. The stars are my witness when I pledged to myself that night that this will be the first and the last time I will get hurt and fall in love.