The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 13

Aidan's POV

"What?" I exclaim with a short laugh.

Mother's wish for me to get married sound ridiculous to my ears. I don't see myself ever getting

married. I hate being commitment to someone.

I don't want to be like my father. I don't see myself getting dressed up to be wedded to some girl. I

guess this is because I don't believe in people's thinking that marriage is a happily ever after thing.

No, it isn't.

It isn't for my parents and I feel it isn't for everyone. We all think it is because of the unrealistic dramas

we watch on TVs or read in books.

Marriage they say is not a bed of roses, but to me, marriage is a bed full of thorns for both partners.

I can't get married. I have enough troubles already, getting married is like adding to the list of problems

I am trying to tackle.

"You know I don't believe....."

"Why don't you believe in love and marriage?" She interrupts me. The smile on her face is no longer

there, it has been replaced with a worry-laced expression.

I shrug. "I don't know."

"Of course, you know", she counters me.

"Are you scared of marriage because of me? Or is it because you don't want to turn out to be like your

father?"

I am silent. I don't want her to know my reasons for hating anything that has to do with having a

partner. I don't want fate to repeat itself, I don't want to ever raise my hand to beat the woman I call my

wife and I know that will happen because of how ill-tempered I am. I don't want marriage because of

this. And I don't want to love or be loved.

Love turned my mother into a cripple, love causeed her nothing but pain and sorrow. I don't want it. I

want something different, an entire fate from my parents, which is why I decided that I am never going

to get married.

"Aidan", mother calls. Her voice is shaky and I look up to see tears swelling up in her eyes. "I know why

you don't want to be married." She declares.

"Mother, I am just 26", I try to convince her to stop talking about the topic. I am still young, I can start

thinking of marriage after 10 years when I have accomplished a lot in my company and established

more branches all over America as planned.

"You are going to be 27 soon. I am getting old, Aidan. I want to see your children before I die", she

blurts out to my amazement.

"What do you mean you are getting old, mother?" I question in annoyance. "You are just 50 years old."

She smiles weakly. "Yes, but I am old and bedridden. Death will come knocking soon but before that, I

want you to have a happy family. I want you to be happy."

"I am happy, mother", I argue.

"No, you aren't." She counters me.

"How do you know I am not?"

"Because you are my son and I know you are not happy. That is why I want this for you. You need a

good woman in your life to bring back that happiness we both lost years ago."

"No, mother", I shake my head in disagreement.

"Yes, Aidan. Not everyone is a monster like your father. You are different from your father, Aidan, you

have nothing to worry about." She assures me.

I am asking myself if what she said is the truth. Father gave birth to me and I have his type of anger.

How sure am I that I won't treat my wife the same way he has been treating my mother? I stare at

mother, wondering if father still beats her, whenever she does something wrong.

"Do this for me, son. I love you and I want the best for you." I nod, even though my mind isn't made up

yet. I am not ready yet.

I have to work on my mental health and anger issues before thinking of marriage and that will take

years. I intend to tell my mother I will be married by 30 but I know she will be against it.

"Will you bring me a woman soon?" She asks, jerking me out of my reverie.

"No, mother", she looks sad. "Not this soon. Maybe in two years." I say, even though I know it won't be

possible. I stand up.

"What if I die before then?" She questions me. "I want to see you happy before dying. That is the only

thing I am......"

"Mother", I almost shout. "Stop talking about death. You will live long", I guarantee her, even though I

keep asking myself if death isn't better than the torture she is going through.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"Alright, you can go", she waves me away and looks out of the window. I know she is angry at me.

Mother barely gets angry and I feel unhappy for making her upset.

"Mother, are you mad at your son?" I demand, squatting down again. She refuses to answer me. I sigh.

"Mother, I am sorry", she isn't saying anything.

After a moment of thought, I decide to give in. "Alright, fine. I will do as you say."

"Really?" Her face beams in excitement.

"Yes", I smile. "Maybe next year, is that ok with you?"

"Yes", she smiles again. "Thank you, son. I love you."

"I love you too, mother." I hug her, thinking of the promise I had made.

How do I go about it? I ask myself.

I don't even have a girlfriend, talk more about a woman to make a wife.

"You should go see your father, now. I think the visitor is here because of you", she push me away. She

knows I can spend the whole day in her room, without seeing her father.

"He has a visitor?" I ask.

"Yes, the maids told me his friend, Julian, came to visit." She answers.

"Oh!" I mutter. I am thinking it is business-related. After all, I am here because of business, I want to

know dad's plan on how to make sure I get the award, instead of Damien.

I just hope his plan is a good one and not the one he will use for his selfish reasons because this time

around, I am ready to defy all odds, even if it means losing, just to get back at my father for all he has

done.

"Alright, mother." I stand up again. "I will get going."

"Will you come to see me before you leave?" She inquires of me.

"Definitely, mother. I will."

"Thank you, son", she flashes me a smile. I bend to peck her two cheeks before moving out.

I will get you out of here soon, mother, I thought to myself. But first, something needs to be done to

father, I smirk.