Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 1

 

“What the hell is this?” I hissed, looking at the document I was given.

 

A lawyer in a fancy suit corrected his designer-rim glasses. “Your contract,” he said.

 

“Why does it say “marriage” on it?” I glared at him, blood boiling in my veins.

 

“This is what my client needs. He needs to get married.” The lawyer’s expression remained emotionless, making me feel as if I was tossing all my anger into a void.

 

I took a long breath out and glanced at the papers. “I’m not going to sign it,” I said, this time more composedly, as I crossed my arms over my chest.

 

The lawyer turned his head towards something, which I assumed was a one-way mirror. The second he did, the door next to the mirror opened with a slam, and a tall, black-haired man barged inside. It was Aren Lan, the only guy in this city whom no one dared to mess with. I looked at him, meeting his cold as stone gaze. I flinched but was unable to take my eyes off of him. For certain, he was dangerous, but he was also the most handsome man I had ever met in my life.

 

He smirked as he saw me shiver, my body submitting to him against my will. He strode across the office towards my seat. His broad shoulders and muscled chest could barely stay locked under his tailored suit jacket and tight shirt. As he stood in front of me, I could barely resist the urge to lower my gaze to his belt. He could have been deadly intimidating, but my lewd thoughts kept challenging my self-preservation instinct.

 

He leaned over me. His cologne was intoxicating but not as lethal as his onyx irises roaming my face. I gulped, indulging his confidence. His full lips were an inch away from mine, nearly touching them. A part of me instantly began craving their softness. My heart pounded erratically, turning me into a madwoman I had never imagined myself to be. He slightly opened his mouth, and I couldn’t restrain myself from looking at the tip of his tongue, slowly teasing the inner side of his upper lip. Unknowingly, I opened my mouth as well. He chuckled, sending a cold shower over my head.

 

“You can either sign it or go to jail.” He leaned back and smiled mischievously, emphasizing his impeccable jawline.

 

do anything wrong,” I

 

nose into my

 

being at the same hotel,” I said, as a

 

“I don’t have to prove it. All I have

 

can sentence me without

 

city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you

 

I could win, and

 

***

 

Three weeks earlier

 

Hurry up with that espresso!” Christine’s nosy-pitched voice certainly didn’t increase

 

can I?” I squeezed through my

 

all work-mode-on, running on nothing but caffeine. Monique, Marco, and I were probably filling

 

customers’ irritation?! I seriously wanted to kill her! I knew that she was the owner’s cousin, but there should be a limit to her cockiness, right? She could have helped instead of bitching, but she was too lazy to move her fat butt around while calling herself “the manager.”

 

a deep breath, I glued a professional grin to my face and shifted my eyes to an impatient female customer. “Three lattes: one chocolate and two soya-milk, two

 

café. Well, at least she had no time to argue about why it took us the whole

 

actually give me a proper income. Funny, isn’t it? A former student who had once received a scholarship at Oxford University’s computer science department became a professional barista-slash-waitress. That’s what happens when you don’t have a wealthy family, but you have an ill Grandma instead. I had no regrets about abandoning my studies. Grandma’s life was more important than anything. Since I needed money to

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