Chapter 15: Marrying a sexy asshole.

Mira's P.O.V.

After a few minute aunt Maya pushed everyone out saying that she wanted to have a mother to daughter talk only that she just reminded me of everything she has said before but seriously I should start listening to the endings of her speech.

Uncle Williams did walk me over to the groom and left after telling him to take care of me and keep me safe.

And you know what my husband did, he blinked and slightly nodded. And I'm like

Wow, what an assurance, I feel

totally safe.

"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessings upon the bride and the groom that in his kindness he may favor with his help those.."

Then the priest started talking. I was listening at first—really, I was—but around the middle, my attention drifted to the demigod standing in front of me.

His black vest hugged his frame perfectly, the crisp white shirt beneath it slightly unbuttoned at the top, with his tie hanging loosely like he had given up halfway through fixing it. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms—veins prominent, hands resting casually at his sides.

How could someone be so effortlessly flawless?

In my next life, I will become a police officer just to arrest people who are too beautiful. And that, my people, is what we call justice.

Some of us put in actual effort—painful shoes, tight dresses, hours of makeup—just for a decent reaction. And then there's Xavier, standing there looking like an expensive sin, doing absolutely nothing except breathing, and still making people swoon.

Pure injustice

he only time Xavier spared me a glance was when Uncle Williams walked me over. His eyes raked over me, head to toe, once, and then he looked away.

Sir.

Do you mind reacting like a normal human being?

Maybe my slit was too high? Should I have worn something more conservative? Maybe I should've gone with—

Shut up, Mira. There is no slit on your dress.

Meanwhile, the priest was still talking.

"...in health, peace, joy, and happiness till death do you part."

"Huh?" I blinked.

Why was everyone staring at me?

The priest looked like he was this close to losing his job over my stupidity. His sigh could've fueled an entire wind turbine as he repeated himself, enunciating each word like he was talking to a particularly slow toddler.

"Do you, Mirabel Collins, take Xavier Parker to be your lawfully wedded husband? In wealth, in health, in peace, in joy, and in happiness till death do you part?"

Oh.

That's what he said.

I cleared my throat and said the only thing I had ever heard brides say in movies.

"I do."

Yikes. That sounded weird coming out of my mouth.

The priest turned to Xavier, looking more exhausted than ever.

"Do you, Xavier Parker, take Mirabel Collins to be your lawfully wedded wife—"

"Yes."

Sir, excuse me???

Before the priest could even finish the sentence, Xavier cut him off.

The priest closed his eyes like he was praying for patience, grinding his teeth so hard that I could hear it.

Pearl, from the corner of my vision, was glaring actual murder at Xavier. Meanwhile, he just stood there, completely unbothered like this was a Tuesday business meeting.

"In the sight of God and these witnesses," the priest said tightly, clearly trying to keep himself from committing a sin in the middle of the wedding, "with the rings being evidence, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

A beat of silence.

Nobody moved.

Xavier didn't move.

The priest's eye twitched.

I was beginning to think we had entered an awkward freeze-frame moment when the priest muttered, "Hopeless."

And then, with a loud sigh, he repeated the line—minus the kiss.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now exchange the rings."

I wasn't even expecting much, but the moment I saw the rings, I almost choked.

They were gorgeous.

Not just regular gorgeous. Disrespectfully, ridiculously expensive gorgeous.

How much did the Parkers spend on this wedding?!

We exchanged the rings, and I admired the way it sat on my finger—elegant, yet somehow heavy. Like a permanent reminder.

I was officially Mrs. Mirabel Parker.

Ew.

Before I could fully process the weight of it all, there was an explosion of squealing from Aunt Maya and Pearl.

The husbands sighed in unison, covering their ears like they had experience with this.

Reha?

She was stuffing her face with cake.

Classic.

Time passed in a blur.

My things were packed into the car, and before I knew it, we were on the road—me, Xavier, and the little menace known as Rhea.

The only sound in the car was the hum of the engine and Rhea's voice as she narrated her entire life story.

"........And you know uncle xav Jasmine use to dress like a witch, she literally plays dress up every passing hour, she once wore a heavy embroidered gown with a slit and she called it a night gown telling me I have poor fashion sense and I'm like 'ma'am I looked around this house and I saw at least 23 mirror use one of it' and she just called me a manner less little.........."

That rhea for you wouldn't stop talking, whenever she come visit she always find away to provoke Jasmine, they are like cat and rat she is the reason most times they come Jasmine mysteriously went on vacation and only comes back when they leave.

".......She never allows me to do or eat anything in the house so I pranked her one day i added color to the facial nonsense she puts on her face, she was blue the whole day."

she was laughing so hard even though she is the one telling a story

"But mum scolded me and collected all my toys for a week but jasmine's face was worth it I still use to laugh when I see the picture i took on mum's phone I use it has her wallpaper."

The last the I heard from rhea was when she was describing how good the cake she ate was, before she drifted into her la la land.

I swear I heard her talking in her sleep

Such an energetic small girl.

Xavier who was either chuckling or nodding to whatever she said, brought out his phone and started doing something on it.

So it was only me and the sound of the engine. I had nothing else to do so I started admiring the ring in my finger I still remember the tingle he gave me when he touched my finger.

I looked closely and I saw something written on it it's so small they if you don't look really closely you won't see it.

Xu, xa, vo, veir, xa....veir, Xavier. what in the name of the seven seas was his name doing on my ring.

In case you have forgotten you are married to him.

Oh thank you that really helpful I rolled my eye at myself.

Sign no. 5 of mental illness.

Is my name is in his ring too.

Definitely your mother in law has been playing cupid since the very beginning.

I looked at him only to find him looking at his phone like his dear life depends on it

What an asshole

He didn't even spear me a glance

How on earth did I end up marrying this sexy asshole. I groaned internally

The rest of ride was well..........let Just say mother nature kept me company.

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well there you have it, they are marred

Xavier is still an ass. Mira is still confused. Rhea is still chaotic. Life goes on. 😂"

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