Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

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“I exclaimed, standing in front of the mirror as I was about to put on my evening gown.

In less than an hour, I was going to walk into the Langham Hotel as Aren’s plus one and drink champagne at the party celebrating the 20th anniversary of New Business Journal. Since the journal had been known for presenting innovative and emerging technologies, it was certain that the event was going to gather everyone in business who wasn’t afraid to look into the future. And since in business, those who stay still are already two steps behind, it was obvious that the event would attract everyone who counted.

I took a deep breath and put on a fitted white dress with a V-neckline, deep just enough to expose my mesmerizing necklace but not overly expose my breasts. The gown was simple yet sexy; it underlined my thin waist and wrapped around my curvy hips, and the slit at the front was perfect to show off my legs embellished in Jimmy Choo heels. With my eyes emphasized with liner and mascara and my hair tied up in a neat bun, I was finally ready to show myself in front of my husband. He watched me walking down the stairs, and I could see his grin widen.

“You easily outshine any diamond,” he said, holding the Tian Kong necklace.

I chuckled. “I doubt that. I bet that everyone who tries to talk to me is going to stare at my neck instead of my eyes.”

“I’d rather they stare at your neck than at those two beauties a little lower.” He smirked and walked toward me to help me put on the necklace.

It felt much heavier than before, but I guessed it was my anxiety that added weight to it.

“I have something more for you,” Aren said, pulling out a small jewelry box from his pocket. There was a pair of diamond drop earrings that went perfectly with the necklace’s style.

Once I put them on, I started to feel like a debutante going to her first ball in high society… which instantly made me even more restless. My only comfort was having Aren near me, and I prayed that he would save me in case I was about to make myself a complete idiot.

“God, they won’t expect me to have actual knowledge about business, don’t they?” I asked nervously, getting into the car.

Aren burst out laughing, “Sunshine, you know a lot about business. I can assure you that everyone is going to expect you to know less than you know. There will be a lot of wealthy people there, but don’t expect them all to even fully understand what their own business is about. Stop worrying.”

Suddenly, Aren grabbed my chin, turned my face to him, and kissed me hard and passionately. He grabbed the back of my neck, preventing me from breaking the kiss, while his other arm slid around my waist. He was relentless, his tongue flicking softly then stroking lushly and deep. When he finally leaned back with a sly grin, my heart was hammering, my lips were completely swollen, and my restlessness was gone… I felt something

any idea how long

look puffy

like your puffy lips. They

groaned, turned away from him, and took out my makeup. Fortunately, I managed to cover the signs of my husband’s mischievousness before we arrived at the

in the right place. The press was crowding outside, hoping to snap a few pictures of celebrities and the richest people in some weird, extravagant, or insanely overpriced outfits. Finally, it was time for us to walk across that carpet. Observing that the press showed minor interest in the few couples before us, I secretly

the reporters shouted, the

elbow and took my first step toward the entrance, trying to ignore the flickering light. Surprisingly, I

and then saw Aren’s smirk. By tomorrow, every Aren’s enemy was going to hear the news of me wearing the Tian Kong;

It was annoying and unfair, but it had always been like that. Those people respected me even though they knew nothing about me, and

heard a male voice calling as we walked into the

red-rimmed glasses waving at us. Once Aren nodded at him, he and a beautiful brunette holding his arm walked toward

in front of

a smile “Good to see you too,” he said, before possessively sliding his hand around my waist.

me bowed down to

turned my way. “This is Alistair Cromwell, the founder of Cromwell Robotics, and the

pleasure to meet you,” I said, giving them

mine.” Alistair giggled while his wife stood silently by his side, making me

heard you got a contract with the

appreciative nod.

can finally work on our eco-military project,” he announced proudly. I