A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 3
Hannah

After agreeing to marry the most gorgeous man alive after Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth, I’m taken to a store to buy a wedding dress.

I walk around the store with wide eyes. Tobias has explained to me it will be a speed wedding, yet all these price tags are anything but cheap. The man is spoiling me already.

My fingers smooth over a white, frilly dress that looks like something a Disney princess would wear. It has diamonds and pearls, and I don’t even know if it’s for sale.

A mannequin is wearing it, and my eyes bulge when I see the price tag has five zeroes on it. I would never be able to afford this. Maybe if I sold my soul?

“Is something the matter?” Tobias asks me.

I look over my shoulder. “No, I’m just…” I hesitate. “Am I allowed to pick anything I want?”

My question is noticed by the lady working the store. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail, and her lips part when her eyes catch mine.

“That is a costly dress!” she exclaims and immediately walks over to us. Her high heels clop over the marble floor. “If you want, I could show you to the back. We have affordable dresses—”

She falls silent once she sees Tobias scowling at her. His eyes are furious, and the woman immediately straightens her back—recognition flashing over her face.

“Y-you are Tobias Ford, President and CEO of Ford Hotels And Resorts, and this is—”

“My future wife,” Tobias calmly interrupts, but I can hear he is beyond irritated. “And you’re lucky I’m not in a mood to fight. If your boss heard how you disrespected my wife by assuming she couldn’t afford that dress, he wouldn’t be happy. I know Phil. We play golf every Tuesday.”

The woman pales but quickly recovers to give me a dazzling smile. “Do you want to try on that dress, Mrs. Ford?”

I’m baffled.

Tobias stood up for me, and I’m strangely moved. I’m even feeling butterflies. Perhaps I misjudged his character? Maybe he can be nice sometimes. Oh, and I also like being called Mrs. Ford! It makes me feel like I’m not alone in this world. I’m about to have a husband; it thrills me.

I smile. “Yes, this is the dress that I want,” I tug on the expensive white wedding dress that the mannequin is wearing and look up at Tobias. It’s then that I remember I have no right to demand something so expensive, and I feel a wave of unease. “But are you sure that I can have it? It’s rather expensive…”

His intense eyes focus on mine. “Will the dress make you happy?”

Blushing, I nod. “I’ve seen a celebrity wear a similar dress, and honestly? I would feel like a Disney princess wearing this for our wedding. It would make this day even more unreal.”

“Unreal?”

“Mhm,” I smile up at him. I don’t want to say too much with the other woman around, so I try to mystify my words. “Say what you want, but I don’t think I pulled the short straw. I mean! Yes, you’re scary tall, intense, and downright intimidating, but you’re also saving my ass.”

“Because I’m paying for your expenses?”

“That and…” I hesitate and nervously laugh. “No, I can’t say it…”

“Say what?” Tobias seems confused. “If you got something to say, just say it.”

“It’s just that…” I take a deep breath. This is not easy to admit. “I might have a lot of friends, but… I still feel lonely, and moving in with you? It feels… strangely assuring. Is that weird?”

before he turns his attention to the woman working here.

“Of course, Mr. Ford.”

in shock.

He is smiling right now, which gives me a mild case

***

we are waiting

side in a new suit. My stomach

taking too

I stifle a laugh.

and it amuses me how he seems to think he is more important than anybody else. But once his eyes zoom in on

run in the other direction as Tobias glares at me. He

“Mr. Ford!”

up when the door to the church finally opens, and some chubby guy wearing a costume smiles at us. Is this the

Tobias growls and pulls me

we are

anything because he is fuming. Even

waited

and releases me as we stand in front of the aisle. He then looks at the pastor with murder

How romantic…

for telling the pastor to be quick. But this

and on, and I hesitantly peer up at Tobias, who is wearing an unreadable expression. I wonder

us. I smile back, and the pastor says, “You may kiss the bride,” and

difference, and I feel ashamed for being short. Not

up bride-style like it’s nothing, and my heart somersaults inside my chest. I’ve never done as much as even to

“My wife.”

sentence quickens my heartbeat, and without warning, Tobias kisses the next breath from my lips. It’s not a quick peck on the lips. No. It may have started innocent,

of wonder before he presses against me harder, kissing me with a

great kisser, and

life get any

delicious. My hands are on his shaven cheeks, brushing over his slightly prickly skin as I taste

clears his throat, and Tobias and I

at each other. I’m confident I’m blushing

he like the

since I’m immediately placed back on the ground. The magic is definitely

I liked the kiss.

a bad

hand,

no doubt that I find Tobias attractive. Sadly, I don’t see any affection on his face when he stares

stops on the pavement. A car drives up to us, but he keeps his eyes on mine. “No one shall know about this agreement, not even

I nod. “Of course.”

“It’s also crucial that my butlers and maids see us together too. They are friends with my ex-wife, and I expect them to gossip to