In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all.

But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere.

" You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted.

Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked.

I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

Drooling as she watches him flex his muscles as he cooks, the way he flaunts them, and how sexy and hot he looks; she never knew a man could be so sexy when cooking. She cleared her throat awkwardly when she realized what she was doing. It made her feel embarrassed, and she scolded her inwardly. 


Since the day she went to give him files in his office, her impression of him has gradually changed, and she found him more familiar, digging up questions in her mind. 


" Done" her thought was interrupted by his voice as he served the omelet. 


" Hm", she inhaled the aroma, " this looks delicious", 


" Of course, done by the chef, what do you expect?". 


She rolled her eyes, ' always bragging ', she said in her mind. 


Chapter 75: Clarisse coping mechanism