Taming A Billionaire

Isabella's point of view:

It's been three months since the rebellion in Lincolnshire and today, we're back here once again for the long-awaited wedding of his royal highness, the king, Kai Revatio II, and her majesty, the queen, Emily Spencer. And did I forget to add Emerald Sakuzi and Cecil Vincent.

One might ask, what happened in the past three months? Firstly, I helped track down Lord Albert who had attempted to flee Lincolnshire when the rebellion failed, his car was bombed at the border - tsk tsk, so close to escaping. I intentionally let him slip that far, there was nothing as soul shattering as having a big dream only for it to crash when so close to its actualization. Lord Albert probably had big plans to leave the state, regroup and return to occupy the crown, only to taste the sweet nothingness of death in the end - that was vengeance for Niklaus' injury.

Although I had not been present, I heard the rest of the lords, guards, and their families who participated in the rebellion were imprisoned and beheaded according to the level of their crime. Judy had done a total cleaning which the kingdom now referred to as the purge. He had ridden the kingdom of all rebellers while serving as a lesson to the others.

After the cleansing, Judy was installed as the king and Emily as the queen after their traditional marriage - which we were absent. Other than that, things have been pretty good in Lincolnshire until now. 

Lincolnshire was alive once again compared to the past months because of the wedding. But unlike before, the security was so tight that Allen, Neon, Ailee wouldn't be able to pull any stunt - courtesy of my step-grandfather, Sakuzi. The man wasn't taking any chances with his daughter, Reina present. But then for good measures, I locked Mr. Smuff junior away. That mouse tends to cause unnecessary problems. 

Ahh, lest I forget, there is Niklaus. 

He's seated at the front row of the pew with my mother, Reina. Although he walked with an exquisitely crafted walking cane at the moment, doctors predict he should be able to walk perfectly before the end of the year. That fits him anyway - in this condition, he wouldn't be able to do it carelessly. 

At the altar stands Judy and Emily, and their counterparts, Emerald and Cecil. Truthfully speaking, Cecil looks ridiculous in her wedding gown, not that anyone agreed with me anyway.

She was heavy with child, already in her sixth month, and instead of designing a loose wedding gown to provide enough space for movement, she chose to wear a bodycon wedding dress that reached her knee. It fit her snug and highlighted her pregnancy curves as she wanted - Cecil claimed she had to show off her wonderful curves one last time.

But then, I saw the way she held her breath and occasionally took long breaths. I couldn't help but shake my head nor could I understand women at all. Why would one subject thyself to such torture in the name of fashion or beauty? It seems I might go and have the medical team on standby for the time she faints.

However, contrary to my thoughts, all of the women here were awed by Cecil's boldness and fashion, which wasn't all that surprising since she was an influential person. If she could make Emerald become famous overnight with that ridiculous swan costume, this wouldn't be any different. My heart went out to all the pregnant women all over the world who would willingly put themselves through such torture just to follow the trend. Women were indeed strange creatures.

Emily was more the star of the occasion, she looked stunning in her princess wedding gown that Anabelle loved so much, she convinced aunty to hand them over to her. There was no need to guess what Anabelle would do with the gown, probably doll herself up and post it all over the internet. She was so easy to read.

And there was Pedro as usual, looking dashing in his midnight summer suit and part of the Groomsmen alongside Julie. From time to time, I caught a few of these Lincolnshire ugly ladies staring at him and blushing, feeding me with the urge to throttle them. They have no right to stare at him that way. Pedro belonged to me and I alone had the right to blush at him. Why are they blushing at someone else's boyfriend? 

Anabelle and I were part of the bridesmaids hence I was close enough to witness the lovey-dovey admiration in their eyes when they stared at Pedro. They wanted to take what was mine. Haa! Mission impossible!

Fine, I controlled my anger and instead committed their faces to memory. After this is over, I'll teach them never to blush at someone that doesn't belong to them. 

"What are you thinking?" Anabelle asked, startling me from my thoughts. 

"Nothing," I answered immediately.

"I don't believe you," Anabelle said, "Usually when I see that creepy smirk on your face, you're due to ruin someone's life," 

"Really? Did I?" I didn't know my smile looked evil. Hopefully, I haven't scared Pedro with that. 

"This is a wedding celebration, don't do anything to spoil the mood," She nagged me. 

I looked away, Anabelle was becoming more of a mother than a cousin and it was beginning to bother me. I don't need another mother in my life, Reina would be the last of them. 

My attention was roused back to the scene of the ring exchange. 

"I give you this ring as a gift that lasts forever. Know that I'm always with you, behind you, and by your side." Aunt Emily said, sliding the finger into Judy's finger just as reverberating applause rang across the chapel. 

The applause died down not long later so Cecil could exchange her ring as well. 

"You are the love of my life. With this ring, I'm making it official." Cecil said, and everyone burst into laughter while applauding the new husband and wife. 

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