Marriage

Wow what a big day. I was getting married. I was the happiest woman of the whole world. My to-be-husband is rich, handsome and loves me a lot.

What the hell actually?

If people are expecting me to say shitty things like that they can butt off. Sons of bitches!

I was not at all angry with my parents for doing this. Commercial marriages were common in my world. But who were they to turn my life into this?

But hell I agreed. On conditions of course.

One. I would be given 40% of my husband's total assets.

Which meant I became a CEO to 2 companies & a mistress to 3 bunglows besides my own.

Two. I would tolerate a 100 mistresses but only I would be his legitimate wife.

Three. No divorce before I am forty.

Four. No trespassing inside my room without my permission. The consequences are a secret.

I knew no one in the whole world would marry me, which I wanted. But the next day, my Angelic Dear Dad found me a hubby. Wow!

And to annoy me further, I would be marrying him without seeing him even once. Fine! As long as I had the already signed contract papers, I won't cause any trouble.

I was ready, glittering from head to toe and I was disgusted.

The wedding just passed by and I was bored as hell.

The 'I do' part came, and I surely wasn't expecting anything.

But who knew I was actually marrying James Fu of all people.

The total control freak, hot as coffee and cold as ice, bastard of all people!

My life was surely a mess.

Coming back to the "I do" part, we said the craps and held each other by waists, faking huge smiles. But his sudden movement baffled me. What was he doing? What were his lips doing on mine anyway? The Paparazzi would surely get to the bottom of this if I didn't acted straightaway. I closed my eyes. And...Responded back.

His lips were grazing, testing my patience. It seemed to linger for a few minutes while a burst of applause was there. I bit his lower lip to make him stop. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he wrapped his hands more securely.

Please. Let me go. I stage whispered.

Beg me. He smirked.

Pervert. I hissed.

He let me go after a minute or so, but when I faced the hall I was blinded by cameras. I stepped on his shoe. He winced silently.

You deserved that. I communicated with my eyes. He smiled devilishly.

The rest of the night carried on with our expertise in acting. It was time for bed. Obviously, after the wedding, he gave no effort in acting anymore like me, it was as if we were both shooting and the 'Cut' was finally said.

I ripped off everything on me and went to my assigned bedroom. I had been given instructions of things I had to do and things I shouldn't.

After changing, I sat on my bed. The next morning I had work and he had too. We won't pretend any honeymoon. Those who wanted gossip could burn their asses in stoves. I was now...Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Keira Fu.

I shut my eyes and slept hard.