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.”

and nervously correcting the strands of my hair. 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

glared at him. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve put on that

are going to look puffy like

“I like your puffy lips. They look

managed

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,

of the reporters shouted, the thousands of

to ignore the flickering light. Surprisingly,

I heard the loud comments and gasps from the photographers and then saw Aren’s smirk. By tomorrow, every Aren’s enemy was going

took me less than a minute to figure out that even at a party, the strict rules of hierarchy prevailed, Those at top of the top of the food chain dictated who those below could talk to and even who to greet. It was annoying and unfair, but it had always been like that. Those people respected me even though they knew nothing about me, and it wasn’t strictly because I was Aren’s wife, My pass to the top of the food chain was

I heard a male voice calling as we walked

saw a tall, brown-haired man wearing fancy red-rimmed glasses waving at us. Once Aren nodded at him, he and

as he stopped in front of us.

but his mouth curved in a smile “Good to see you too,” he said, before possessively sliding his hand

in front of me bowed down to me

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

meet you,” I said, giving them both a polite

is all mine.” Alistair giggled while his wife stood silently by his side, making me wonder if she was mute

a contract with the army. Congratulations, Alistair,” Aren said, giving

appreciative nod.

a company. We can finally work on our eco-military project,” he announced proudly. I raised my eyebrows at him.