One Night Stand With My Billionaire Fiancé

Heartache

DANIELLE'S P.O.V

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I counted from the car window as the trees passed by in a blur. It had always baffled me; the way the trees seemed to be the ones moving instead of the car. I was no physicist so I registered it as one of the numerous wonders of the world. Although the internet recorded only seven wonders, I believed the world had more mind-blowing, as well as, inexplicable events and sites that should have also be considered wonders of the world.

I was sited in the back seat of Dad's SUV while he sat across from me, typing away on his tablet at the same time as he made and received seemingly endless phone calls, as usual.

Work, work, work; all my dad ever did was work. It was so frustrating that sometimes all I wanted to do was to scream in his face. I wanted to tell him to just take a goddamned break from all of the work, but I knew that he would just remind me that the reason why he worked so exhaustively was because he wanted to secure my future. I believed that there was a very thin line between my father, the man who always doted on me and made sure that I lacked nothing, and Jack Dawson, his workaholic alter ego.

After the shock of seeing him in my hotel room had subsided, I had become angry. My mood changed from shock, to fear, and from fear to anger very fast. I honestly had not expected less from him as I knew that he would have caught me eventually. I just did not expect him to show up so soon; he should have at least, afforded me that courtesy.

I looked at him, watching as his hands flew across the tablet's screen. Jack Dawson was definitely at surface at that moment and as usual, his work was at the centre of his attention, leaving no space of thought for me. I sighed and turned back to the window, deciding to continue the activity which I had engaged myself in to alleviate the boredom and ignore the stifling silence; counting trees.

Where had I stopped counting from?

I did not remember so I started counting all over again.

57, 58, 59, 60....

"Do you have nothing to say to me?" Dad said, his question disrupting the silence.

Apparently, he finally had some time away from his busy schedule to engage me in a conversation.

"Am I supposed to say something?" I asked in confusion.

"That is a question you should answer yourself" he said.

He looked at me with that stern expression he used whenever he was in the process of scolding me.

"I don't know what you expect me to say"

I was even more confused. What exactly did he want me to say?

"Why did you run away?" he asked.

"Why do you think I did?"

"I asked a question. Stop answering my questions with questions" His eyes narrowed onto slits when he spoke.

I rolled my eyes at him and turned back towards the window.

"Do you plan on running away anytime you're faced with a challenge?" he asked.

"You call this a challenge, dad?" I asked in disbelief.

"Don't be such a drama queen, Danielle" he said. It was his turn to roll his eyes.

"I am not being dramatic, dad. A challenge is deciding what to wear to work early in the morning, that is a challenge. Getting married to a complete stranger is not what you call a challenge; clearly, you and I have different definitions of what a challenge means. And any lady would run away from home if they were being forced to get married, especially to a man they do not know." I said angrily.

"Any lady in her right senses would not pass up the opportunity of getting herself married into a prestigious family" he argued.

"Then we'll both have to agree that I am not in my right senses." I said.

"Grow up, Danielle."

"I do not want to marry, Dad. And even if I did, I would want to be married to someone that I love. Someone I know!"

"This is the twenty first century. Things don't go that way anymore" he said.

"Arranged marriages aren't the rave anymore either. Everyone has a right to choose to marry for love."

"You don't need love in a marriage, Danielle"

"Did you love mum?" I asked him.

Something flashed in his eyes as I mentioned my mother; we never talked about her. Dad turned towards the window on his side of the car.

"You'll learn to love him" he said.

"I don't want to learn to love a total stranger after marriage." I said angrily.

"You're getting married, Danielle, and that's it. It's not up for debate and I don't want to hear your opinion on this matter anymore." he said with a finality that I could not oppose.

"There will be an introductory dinner tonight so you two can get to know each other. The groom's father will be there, as well as myself."

I turned back towards the window on my side of the car. I was so angry that my heart beat unsteadily and my hands shook. I folded my arms to keep them from shaking but I eventually had to unfold them to wipe away the angry tears that trailed down my cheeks.

Jack Dawson was a dictator, and in that moment, I wished my loving dad would surface. After a few hours of tense silence, the car pulled into our driveway and I got out immediately. I headed for the front door but dad's voice stopped my movement.

"Your make-up and wardrobe team are scheduled to be here by five and dinner is by eight"

I continued my movement towards the house, thinking he was done.

"And Danielle?" he said, halting my movement to the door.

"Yes?"

"Be on your best behavior."

I stormed into the house and as I shut the front door angrily, I did not bother wiping at the tears that fell down my face on the way up the stairs to my room.

AS SCHEDULED, the makeup and wardrobe team rang the doorbell by five o'clock. The next two hours were spent dolling myself up for my betrothed; a man that I had never seen.

I was usually happy with the process of being dolled up but that evening, I could not find the energy to be elated. Once they were done, the team left my room and I was finally on my own. My freedom didn't last long, however, as a knock sounded at my door.

"Come in" I said.

A uniformed housekeeper entered the room.

"Your father sent for you, ma'am. Your guests have arrived"

"Thank you, Rosie. You may go." I said, dismissing her

"Welcome, ma'am"

I rubbed my sweaty palms on the dinner dress and after a few minutes of catching my breath and steadying myself, I headed downstairs. From the top of the stairs well, I could hear my Dad greeting the new arrivals and before I descended down the stairs, I took in a deep breath of air.

I prepared myself to meet the two strangers, however, on entering the dining room, I realized that one of them was not as unfamiliar as I had thought.

I knew that I looked very beautiful that night, but I was just as sure that my beauty was not the reason behind the shocked expression on the face of one of the men sited opposite my Dad at the dining table.

"Danielle, this is Adrian Valentino, your husband to be, and Alfredo Valentino, his father" I faintly heard my dad introduce, but I was too busy trying to comprehend the cruel twist of my fate to listen to what my father was saying.

What was the snotty bastard of a one night stand from the resort doing, sited in my house?

"You!" I heard him say at the same time that I did.

"Do you two know each other?" I heard a male voice ask.

I turned towards the voice and found myself looking at the older version of my one night stand. They looked so much alike that it was difficult to argue that they were not blood related.

"We do not!" we said at the same time, again.

His eyes glinted with what I could only describe as disdain, and I knew that my own expression mirrored his.

"This marriage cannot happen" I said.

"Danielle?" I heard dad say sternly.

"I refuse to go through with this marriage" I repeated.

"Danielle!" dad raised his voice.

"I agree with her, Mr Dawson. This marriage can not take place" the rude bastard said.

"What are you two talking about?" his father asked calmly.

"I'm sorry for her outburst. Please, excuse us" dad apologized and signalled with his eyes for me to follow him.

"I am not sorry. I will not marry this man; I refuse to even breathe the same air as him." I maintained.

Suddenly, I felt fingers wrap around my arm. I looked up to see that it was Dad just as he pulled me out of the room and dragged me up the stairs to his study. Once we were on the room, he shut the door behind him and turned on me.

"What was that about?" he asked angrily.

"If that is truly my groom, I want nothing to do with this marriage" I answered.

"What is it about him? What do you have against him?" he asked.

How was I to tell my father that the man he wanted me to marry was an egotistical idiot that I had spent a passionate night with while I was on the run from the news of my arranged marriage?

"Nothing", I chose to say.

"Danielle, I warned you. I told you to be on your best behavior"

"I can't do it!"

"Why are you so hell bent against this marriage? Why do you choose to make this exhausting?"

"You're the one making it exhausting. I am your daughter, not your employee. You can not tell me what to do or not to do especially when it affects my life" I yelled.

Dad sighed and massaged his temple.

"I have my reasons for doing this. I have my reasons for rushing things" dad says.

"What are those reasons. I have a right to know"

"Danielle..."

Dad hesitated, rubbing his palms and sighing sadly.

"What, dad?"

He looked at me with an expression that I could not place, right before dropping a bomb on me.

"I'm sick, Danielle... I'm dying"