It's not fair that he's doing this to me. I thought he believed I was capable of taking over the company. Why the hell does he have to ask someone to marry me? I don't understand any of this. "Why do we have to get married? We can sign a contract, but we don't necessarily have to get married," I say, searching for an answer to this madness. "If you refuse to marry him, he will still take over the company, but you won't have any rights to it," he says to me seriously. "What? Are you fucking me?" I exclaim, annoyed. "It was an agreement we made many years ago. I never imagined it would come true, daughter. It's something beyond my control. If you don't get married, we will lose our company and everything," I look at him, searching for sanity in his expression. "You can't just tell me something like this so calmly. I insist that this is a joke in very bad taste," I say, very upset. I'm pacing back and forth without stopping when someone knocks on the door of my room. My father tens

We arrive at home, and I feel a knot in my stomach, partly from nerves. It's ridiculous because they should be the ones feeling nervous about my presence. They are the ones who forced me to marry someone I don't know, all for their damn company. If I were a bad daughter, I would forget everything and refuse the agreement, but it wouldn't be fair for me to give up my studies for this. Besides, I have Mason's support.The door is opened by the housekeeper, as my mother is incapable of doing anything in the household.She greets me with a smile on her face, and upon seeing Mason, she blushes. Well, anyone would upon seeing such a handsome man."Good afternoon. The adults are in the dining room," she informs us.We both enter the house, Mason still holding my hand, and honestly, I don't mind at all. As I see my parents calmly eating, I become even more annoyed than I already was. How is it possible that they aren't even a little concerned about me? They only care about money. I think I wa

P.O.V Mason I'm a man who didn't want serious relationships; on the contrary, I loved my solitude until she came along. It only took one look for me to realize she would be my downfall. Red-haired, slender, with hypnotizing green eyes. I saw her only once and was captivated. I didn't rest until I found out who she was, and all for nothing. Yes, for nothing. Just when I was finally ready to have something serious with someone, my father comes and tells me I have to get married for three years or we'll lose the entire company. My first reaction was to laugh; I didn't find his joke funny. But after laughing, I realized it wasn't a joke. He was dead serious. He explains about the agreement he signed when I was a child. I get angry, furious. That very morning, I had invited Peyton to breakfast; I was happy after seeing her. She had given me the opportunity to get to know her, and now it turns out I have to get married. It's predictable that she won't want anything to do with me again.

"Well, I think I understand the whole situation with your fiancé and future husband. What I find hard to comprehend is why Mason had you sign an agreement stating that you would be honest with each other to have a good relationship, yet you tell me he was speaking strangely on the phone, and you saw him with another girl. If you'd like, I can help you in that aspect. You'll understand that as a lawyer, when it comes to divorce cases involving infidelity, I look for evidence. I have a team behind me that can tell you within hours who the woman is and what relationship she has with your future husband. That would help you be prepared for any strange moves he might make. And as personal advice, don't sign anything until I've read it. Don't be so trusting of someone you've just met," she advises, and she's absolutely right. I was a fool."I will. For now, I'll leave the documents with you. You have my number, so call me if anything comes up, no matter how insignificant," I say seriously.

After I don't know how long, she finally let’s go. I must add that the lady next to me hasn't let me see myself in a mirror, so I don't know what she did. "Are you ready?" she says excitedly, clapping her hands. I stand up silently and look for the full-length mirror on Riley's side of the room. When I see my reflection, I'm amazed. I didn't expect such a drastic change. I mean, my mother has always done my makeup, well, not directly, but I've never seen myself looking so beautiful before. I'm speechless as I gaze at my reflection. I never imagined I could look so different. The clothes I'm wearing are not what I usually wear. I've always been a jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie kind of girl, although I do wear dresses and skirts, they've never been like this. To help you understand, let me describe my outfit. I'm wearing a tight black dress that hugs my body, accentuating my figure in every way. I also have black knee-high boots, and the dress has thin straps on the shoulders. Over that,