Diana's POV
I stared at the marriage Certificate I was holding, and I did not know a paper could hold so much responsibility at the moment, I felt it weighed so much.
I looked at the stamped marriage certificate, and I felt like it was all a dream, but I was relieved that the dilemma was over, the decision was made and all I could was just go with the flow.
"Is there any tradition rules we must flow to finalize the marriage?" I asked bluntly, looking at him, but the man was just staring at me like I was an auction object, then I was getting uncomfortable with the stares.
"There's no such thing," he said dismissively, and I sneered inwardly. I really don't like his attitude, I thought, but I knew I was going to deal with that attitude for 24 months.
I don't even know how it happened!
"So after this I think you should...." He was talking, but he was interrupted when my phone blares up, and I noticed it was from my younger brother and I knew what he called for.
I decided not to pick it up, I faced the man instead.
"When will it be processed?" I asked, looking at him without explaining, "forward his details to my assistant, he will get it done tomorrow," he said, like he already understood what I was asking.
He asked one of his trusted men to take me home, while he walked away with his assistant leaving me at the registration office.
"Home? Should he not explain anything to me at all?" I asked nobody in particular, because the man was already out of my sight and I twitched my mouth in anger.
"Does his handsomeness give him the right to be rude?" I asked, thinking of how good looking he was with his attitude, he shall be pardoned!
On my way to only God know where this man is taking me, I got curious so I decided to ask. "Where are we heading to, Mr," I asked.
The man immediately adjusted his position like I was some kind of tyrant. "We are going to the president's penthouse, ma'am," he replied.
I needed to visit my brother so I thought the driver could drop me off at his condo. "Can you drop me off at the next subway," I asked nicely, but the man gave me a stiff look.
"I can't, ma'am," he rejected, "why?" I asked. "The president said so, ma'am" he said, I picked up my phone to give him a call, but then I remembered I don't have his number!
When I realized that, I knew I couldn't care less with my life, I don't have the number of my new husband? I decided to ask the man for his number, not interested in what he might think.
"Can you give me the president number, sir?" I asked. "Sorry ma'am, I can't," he replied again, "why?" I asked half yelling. "Sorry ma'am, the president told me not to give you anything without his permission," he said bluntly.
"What? It's just his number, and I need to ask him something. If he wants to blame you, tell him I threatened you, okay?" I said, and the man almost laughed, I was wondering why his face looked like that.
"Did I look so fragile that I can threaten him," I asked inwardly. The man decided to give me his boss number, I smiled and I guessed my talks worked.
I called the number two times already, and he hadn't picked it. I decided to try my luck the third time and he picked up, "hello" I said, waiting for the person on the other end to reply.
After some time he decided to speak, "who is this?" He asked, I have to introduce myself as a new bride, right? I thought half crying, do I blame him?
"This is Diana, you new bride,"I answered with a lower tone. "Oh," he replied, "so, I want to visit my brother, but your man is not stopping me from doing so," I said.
"Okay, go home and we will discuss this later," he replied nonchalantly, and cut the call while I was the one that called.
I was expecting the man to lament so I could turn it into an argument and get out of this car but he was not interested in prolonging matters on the phone.
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I was taken back to the penthouse I left earlier, seriously is he planning on keeping me here, I thought. I thought of giving my brother a call to check up on him, but he didn't pick up his phone so I decided to drop him a message instead.
It was evening already in the house alone so I explored a bit, and I must confess the house was so elegant. I went back to the kitchen I admired and I took some apples. I was busy admiring the house that did not notice someone entering already.
It was Simon's assistant which I heard was Alfred. "Good evening,ma'am" he said and I greeted him back. "I'm here to take you to the mansion, ma'am," he said, "I'm moving to his house today?" I asked, "yes ma'am," he answered.
I'm moving in with him? From a mini prison to a den? Seriously, isn't all this too soon?