::Married To Mr. Arrogant:: Thread One // Link To Thread 2 Added // - Page 8

Originally posted by: .Shanaya.

Amazing update.

I loved the way have illustrated the characters. :)

Update soon. 😃 I cant wait to read more.

Originally posted by: Jasmine_ash

Sana, girl you rocked.
Wedding dress was beautifully described.
Flash back quite interesting.
Lilli gave a slap of words on his face yet Mr.Arrogant never gave up.

Lilli POV awesome.
Thank you for pm dear. Pls update TaaRey stories too pls dear kind request:)

Originally posted by: ---angelmaria--

Amazing update

Loved it very much

Ur an amazing writer

Tnx for t pm

Update soon and

Do pm me

Originally posted by: Vani20

Hey dear.. Amazing work.. 😊

Loved the preface..😊

Loved ur writing.. 😊

Awesome piece of work.. 😊

Loved lily's characterization... 😊

Looking forward for what happens next.. 😊

Thanks for the PM..😊

Update soon.. 😊

Do PM me next time.. 😊

Originally posted by: princess1926

Oye hoye..!!! Kya prologue tha yaar...
It was awesome... But lilian is forced...:(
Wedding dress was beautifully described...
Update asap

Originally posted by: aishu3003

m lovingg this😳

so they r finally married😉

continue soonish😊

Originally posted by: swabie

Tht ws awsm...
U rocked it ws amazin...
And her mom well wat can i say except annoying...
Waitin to read more

Originally posted by: Aisha1996

Pls update soon

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ll Wedding Night ll

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A newly wedded bride walked down a red carpet clutching onto her white laced dress pulling it up a little, the tip of her nude colored heels showing. Her expressions conveyed nothing but confusion, irritation, and a bit terrified. Her dress brushed off against the red carpet as she made her way down the long hallway. Yes that unfortunate bride would be me. It was the third floor now, and my second time rounding it.

Normal husbands would let their newly wives know which one is their apartment. Heck, normal husbands wouldn't ditch their wives on their wedding night to even begin with. Sure I didn't care about this marriage or Blake; but hey he could've at least told me his apartment number so I wouldn't have to walk around like a lost puppy looking for its damn owner.

As I walked down the hall to the elevator giving up on this floor I heard yelling - very loud and clear yelling that reminded me of my mother except it was a guy's voice.

"Damn it Rachel how many times have I told you, I don't give two shits about you. Stop stalking and calling me!"

Oh will you look at that someone has a stalker and the name is Rachel. Poor guy being stalked by a psycho chick.

Not wanting to hear more I quickly pressed floor number thirteen skipping over ten floors. I got off the elevator hoping this would be the floor. Taking a stroll down another long hall, all I could think about was how Blake dumped me in front of this huge building.

~*~

Four hours, fifty-three minutes and eight seconds ago:

We walked out of the Church yard heading over to his limousine. I stopped front of the limo, my back facing the crowd. I was sure all my bridesmaid and other single ladies stood in an aligned line waiting to catch the bouquet I was holding. Taking in a deep breath before letting it out silently I throw the bouquet in the air; it lands on one of my bridesmaid's hand, Shaylee. I smile at her mouthing 'Your next' and as a reply she rolls her eyes making me chuckle to myself.

I slip into the car sitting beside the window far away from Blake. I was still pissed at him for kissing me without my permission even though the stupid minister gave him the rights. Looking out I didn't saying anything. However, from what I could see from the corner of my eyes he was seated on the far left corner beside the other window. He had his phone out scrolling up and down making me frown a little. Blake didn't spare a glance towards me either, all his focus maintained on his phone screen. I had the urge to roll my eyes at him and I did without him catching me.

The car ride was extremely long and boring for my liking. The whole time Blake played angry birds. That game annoys the living daylights out of me, especially the sound of the birds crying or yelling or whatever they were doing. In short the noise was very annoying and Blake sensed my annoyance thus putting the volume higher. I swear to God I will be the very reason of my beloved husband's death.

Maybe I can get him drunk and push him out of the car saying he was too drunk and while I was pulling him inside he just slipped off my hand, falling out of the running car therefore simply dying. Not bad, not bad at all Lillian.

As I planned to get rid of my husband the car soon came to a halt breaking my chain-of-murder-thoughts.

"We are here." He represented no emotion whatsoever. I nod, not saying much getting off the car after him coming face to face with a huge building. It was almost the same height as the Empire State Building and that building is huge so imagine this.

"This is where you live?" I ask stunned looking up and down at the building as if I'm checking a hot dude out.

"Didn't your mother tell you I'm rich?" Wow way to be blunt. I almost gagged at his tone and words but held it in. Letting this one go, reminiscing Elsa's words, LET IT GO.

"Whatever." I murmur to myself as I walk past him holding my dress a little higher. "Aren't you coming?" I ask stopping front of the glassed door when the doorman opened the door for me with a smile. I smiled back at him and turned towards Blake with an eyebrow raised. Meanwhile the prick just stood there with an expressionless face.

"You go, I'll be there soon." He shrugged getting inside the limo and drove off instantly even before I could reply or comment.

"What the hell." I mutter watching the car fade right before my eyes. I didn't stop myself from rolling my eyes at him or his actions. The doorman gave me a pity smile and I gave a polite one back; I wasn't rude. Sighing heavily I walked inside feeling eyes on me - the ones that judged me. I gave no attention walking straight to the elevator realizing I did not have a single clue as to which one was his apartment.

Oh yay I'm screwed.

~*~

Present:

"Woof!" I stilled hearing a small bark. I slowly turn my head to see nothing; nope not a single thing.

Maybe I'm hearing too much. Yeah that makes a lot of sense.

I took another step. "Grr woof!" I yelped not turning around my legs started moving on its own. Clutching onto my dress even higher I ran down the hall as fast as I could only to run into a dead-end. Gulping loudly I turn to face a white puppy with blue eyes. His face was tilted looking at me with tongue out. It looked like as if I am his favorite bone that he had to chew right then and there.

Uh-oh.

I gave the puppy a nervous smile with my fist tightening on my dress. Looking straight into the puppy's eyes I stalked past him slowly and silently.

"Nice puppy, very nice puppy who doesn't bite. Yes you're a loveable puppy," I kept chanting and muttering to the puppy.

Finally passing him I ran again changing my directions taking left. To my surprise that damn puppy followed me barking while I kept shouting at him.

"Gosh Puppy leave me alone! I am not your favorite bone!" I cried only to wish he understood me - which by the way he did not.

Not knowing where I was headed I bumped into something or someone to be exact.

"I am so sorry" I heard a girl a say. She was no more than fifteen years old looking at me with a guilty face. She was blond with grey eyes wearing a simple light pink lose dress that didn't really hid her big stomach. Fifteen and pregnant no surprise there, its America anything can happen here.

I smile politely. "It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going. You see this puppy -"

"Charles! He hasn't been bothering you has he?" she cut me off as the Puppy, I mean Charles came barking at me; shrieking once again I hid behind the little girl.

The girl laughed at my actions bending down taking the puppy in her arms muttering something to him. She looked over at me smiling "I'm Emma this is Charles my puppy."

I smile back politely "I'm Lillian and-"

"Did you run away from your wedding?" she asked with a shocked expression taking me back a little.

Wow this girl loves to cut people off.

"What? No, no I did not." Though I won't lie that thought did cross my mind.

"Then why are you in a wedding gown running like you have seen a ghost?" her confused face made me smile despite my complicated situation.

"Oh umm actually I just got married and looking for my husband's apartment. He had to go check something business related" I half lied not wanting a strange girl knowing my issues. She seemed like she believed my lies.

"Oh that's sad on your first night?" she pitied me on a level beyond measure. To play along I nod my head disappointedly. Emma took my hand in hers squeezing it lightly "So which one is your apartment?"

I gave her a nervous chuckle looking here and there "Umm I don't really know..."

Her eyes widened, "That's very inconsiderate of him. He should've told you the number at least!" I couldn't help but laugh a little since she thought the same as me.

"I know. But it was an important business deal and I dint want to hold him back." I lie again ever so smoothly. She gave a sympathetic smile saying "You're so nice, he's lucky to have you."

Oh he's lucky alright.

"Awe thank you Emma" I say sweetly, "Can you help me find my apartment?" she nodded almost immediately dragging me to the elevator.

"So what's your husband's name?"

"Blake Aspen" She stops and looks at me with more interest than ever making me raise an eyebrow at her.

"You're married to Blake Aspen and you don't know which one is his apartment?" she shakes her head, "He owns this building along with other buildings. You should know that."

Well I'm sorry, it's not my fault I got married to someone I hardly know.

"Yeah... I dint know that. Maybe slipped out of my mind," I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ears, "but you know which one is his apartment right?" She nodded pressing the floor twenty. Of course he lives on the highest floor. Why didn't I think of that?

"Your apartment is 21B" she said.

Wait did she say 21B? But there's only twenty floors.

Emma sensed my confusion, "There's another floor that leads to his penthouse," she stops before continuing, "There's a staircase that will lead you straight to your penthouse from floor twenty," she sounded so chirpy while telling me all these new information.

I nod, "Got it, thank you."

My gaze kept going down to her belly. She was so young and ... pregnant. She seemed like a good girl too. "I'm sorry this might be a little too personal but how many months has it been?" She looked at me a little shocked that I even asked her that question.

She bit her lips, face flushed, "It shows doesn't it?" I nod, "Six months," she muttered looking down at her feet then at me smiling. I smile back no pity shown.

"You live here with your parents?" I found myself asking her. She nodded silently, the elevator coming to a stop.

"Just walk to your right and you'll see a staircase that will take you right front of the doorsteps of your new home."

After muttering a thanks and bye I took right. This hallway however, was longer than the other ones. I took my time walking only to see something extremely disturbing. A man and a women eating each other's face front of I guess one of their place?

Gosh just go inside already.

~*~

Adverting my gaze away from them I quickly walked passed them. Lucky for me I saw the staircase, it was broad with light peach carpet. I walked up the stairs with my heels clicking but was too tired and drained out to take them off.

As I got upstairs there was a door and on the other side of that door is where I'll most like will be spending rest of my life in. Taking a deep breath I turn the knob and again to my surprise it was open.

Honestly isn't he afraid of larceny?

It was another gorgeous penthouse that you would see in tv or magazines. I was standing in the dark living room, there was no wall on the other side; it was glass.

The whole NYC was visible from there. There wasn't any light but truth to be told none was needed; the moonlight was enough.

If I wasn't too tired I would've stick around exploring the penthouse however I am tired and too lazy to do so. I took a guess and walked into a room with a bed. Jerking my high heels off; I fell on the comfy bed sleep instantly taking me in.

~*~

There were loud knocks that ruined my precious sleep. Sighing loudly I got up ready to murder the person who dared to awaken me. I stalked out of the room half asleep to the door. Opening it with great force, "What the hell do you want?" I spat at the person.

"Who are you?" I heard a squeaky voice that held shock. My eyes snapped open as sleep flew out the window. There stood a girl who wore a really short hot pink dress, her hands around... Blake's waist?

What the hell.

He had his hands around her shoulder obviously drunk since she had to steady him at least three times after I opened the door.

"Excuse me I'm his wife and who the hell are you?" I snap.

She looked over at me with a shocked face "Oh please, I am his girlfriend" her voice was so squeaky is that even possible? Clearly she was an easy target.

I nod. "You mean one night stand?" her eyes widened in protest about to say something before I took Blake's hand pulling him inside. He fell on top of me snaking his hands around my waist. "Thank you for bringing him home, you may leave," I say with an annoyed tone slamming the door on her face.

Blake stumbled as I push him off of me slightly. I hold his hand steadying him with a disappointed look on my face - not that it matters. Tugging onto his hands I take him back to our bedroom where he falls on the bed mumbling something along the line 'goodnight' falling asleep instantly. I look over at the alarm clock, it was 4:07 AM.

I flopped down on the bed beside him looking up at the ceiling. What an adventure I had tonight; first my husband dumping me front of a huge building. Then I walked around the building like a lost puppy only to be chased down by an actual puppy whose owner was a 15 year old pregnant girl. A guy getting stalked by a psycho girl name Rachel. A couple eating each other's face and my beloved husband showing up at 4 am with a random chick, drunk.

Well this was defiantly a night to remember.

~*~*~

Authors Note:

Happy New Years!

Yes I know I am late by 2 days; 3 days for most of you.

But give the girl (me) a break, I am sick and this is the fastest I have ever updated!

Anyhow, thanks for liking the story so far. And trust me, as the story unfolds, its going to get quite interesting as I have a lot stored for this. So tell me if you liked Lillian's little adventure on the wedding night!

Guys can you please pass this story on to your friends. Yes its not based on specific couples that's what makes it creative, you can imagine whoever you want. So your friends will enjoy it too. Also guys, can you try not to give one word comments, it feels like you don't even read the story just write 'good' and leave it. I need to know if I'm actually doing something right or not. Your opinions count too. And if you reserve a post, make sure you un-reserve it.

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-Sanaya

Originally posted by: .Obliviate.

Hhehehe 😆
Aww poor u :*