Chapter 3

Blair had sworn she wasn't going to get married to any man, yet, she found herself putting on a fake smile as she smiled at a face she was only seeing for the first time on their wedding day.

Blair had heard a lot about the man, from her mother, her father, and even few of her friends who had heard for him. She had seen a picture, but she had never met him physically. He never came along with his parents, wasn't around for the wedding preparations or even the engagement ceremony where his father had to be the one to present the ring to her. This was the one time she wished he would have kept with his absence. She had prepared for this with the hope that he wasn't going to show up and she wouldn't have to be married with him after all, but he did, and she hated him for that.

Dylan Lancaster was a handsome man, he had this cool, gentlemanly looks that had raised Blair's hope for a minute, but then the cold look he had sent her way when no one was looking had her rethinking. His icy blue eyes held no emotions as they looked into hers. He had his jet-black hair tied behind him in a ponytail, she thought his hair beautiful, thought him beautiful actually, but that was the only thing. She didn't need to have a conversation with him to know they wouldn't get along, but she still had hope.

They didn't exchange any special vows, not like the ones Blair had written down to say to Richard when they get married, except that day never showed up. So instead she was reciting the paper her mother had handed to her that morning. Dylan also didn't say much, just muttered some, "Promise to be your lawfully wedded husband..." No till death do us part. She didn't plan to be married to him for long though, once a year was gone, she would file for a divorce immediately. All she had to do was endure. After that, the priest joined them together and they shared a little peck, Blair wouldn't call it a kiss, their lips barely touched for a second, it was dry and she would actually prefer a kiss to the back of her palm than the awkward one she just shared with him, yet, everyone was smiling and cheering them.

She didn't have anyone to throw her flowers to, it was a small wedding and the only other people available were her family, his family, the priest and Dylan, who was now her husband. Even without voicing it out, it felt weird to think about it.

"You were beautiful out there darling," Her mother had complimented once the ceremony was over.

"Yeah, sure," she mumbled. Dylan led her out to an awaiting Limousine, which was decorated with ribbons and Balloons, they were to go to his house now. Blair didn't turn back to say goodbye to her parents, just got into the car and waited for Dylan. He got in a while later and the car started, when Blair looked back to see her parents, they weren't there anymore.

"So Bella," Dylan said while they were driving.

She frowned at the wrong name. "My name is Blair not Bella."

He didn't look up at her or acknowledge what she just said, but proceeded to continue with what he was going to say. "Anyways, I just thought it would be better to get this straight so you wouldn't be expecting any gentlemanly or husband duties from me. I don't like you, this marriage was for mainly business, nothing else. So we live in the same house, something I was really against but my parents insisted on. Anyways, you stay on your path, I stay on mine, and we would not have any trouble. Is that understood?"

Blair eyed him. "Don't speak to me like a little child. You think I wanted this marriage or anything? I-"

"I don't really care about what you want Blair and I will speak anyway I want to." He scoffed. "I mean, according to the papers, the priest and everyone back their, I am your husband after all."

Blair was speechless. She had thought she could last with this man, if they both got along and understood this was solely for business and they didn't even have to be together after a year but now, she didn't think she could even last one night with him. He was arrogant, proud and... She hated to say this, but he was nothing like Richard. "Not for long," she told him. "By this time next year, I'll be filing for a divorce and I'll be the happiest woman ever if I never saw your face again."

"Oh, is that so?" He asked with a voice of one that cared, which only made Blair know that he was mocking her.

"You asshole!" Blair spat. "Just who do you think you are?"

He gave her a sweet smile, which did nothing but fuel her dislike for him even more. "I am your husband. Also darling, you don't need to stress yourself, if there is one thing I promise to at least do for you as a husband, it will be to deliver the divorce papers to you myself." She eyed him, the turned away, looking out the window, while he went back to his phone. It was going to be a long year for her.