Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

The Contract 

I decided to make use of Aren Lan‘s hospitality and took a long bath to clear my head. Afterwards, I wrapped myself in a hotel bathrobe and lay down on the bed. I started analyzing what kind of proof he could have against me... 

He didn‘t have my laptops, but even if he had, I made sure there were no traces of evidence that I had broken into Blue Crystal Hotel‘s system. The little worm I had downloaded to their computer had self–deleted already, and not even the best specialist could bring it back, let alone connect it with me. 

I needed to shut down the panic within me by building a solid wall of rational arguments. All Aren Lan had were assumptions, nothing solid enough to press any charges against me. I needed to rely on the fact that this man was a public figure running a legit business. He could make my life harder than it already was. He could make me fired from Café Dorado, or even make me move out from New York City if he wanted to, but he would use legal means to do it. For God‘s sake, he wasn‘t some kind of boss of some underworld organization... Was he? 

After tossing and turning the whole night, I decided to stick to common sense. Aren Lan had no way to prove that I had anything to do with devastating his engagement party. I could have been there by coincidence, just like a hundred other café guests. Besides, playing a slideshow on the big screen wasn‘t exactly making me a serious criminal. 

As my eyes met the sunrise, I felt confident and ready to face whatever Aren Lan had for me. Like Mr. Edmond said, at seven o‘clock, the hotel maid brought me fresh, or rather new, clothes... and lingerie. I was reluctant to wear them, but the smelly condition of my yesterday‘s clothing could drastically decrease my confidence. I had to admit that the fact that everything fit perfectly was quite disturbing. I had never worn anything that would make me feel sexier than the cream lace set of lingerie I was given, while the light blue dress with a medium neckline, fitted waistline, and a flared skirt gave me an elegant and feminine look. I must admit that the way Aren Lan treated his prisoner was quite peculiar, not that I would complain... so far. 

A half–hour later, someone brought me breakfast: scrambled eggs, croissants with butter, a vegetable salad, a fruit salad for dessert, and well–made coffee. I started to wonder if eating everything they had brought me was even possible, but then again, it could have been my last meal... Of course, I waved that thought away, doing my best to keep my composure and positive thinking 

At eight o‘clock, two security guards came, and I was taken to an office. Somehow, I felt calm and confident. I was focused and I thought I was ready for whatever Aren Lan would throw at me, but I realized that I wasn‘t... not when Lan‘s lawyer walked into the room and presented me with a contract... a marriage agreement! At first, I thought that it was a joke. Isn‘t it something you can only read about in romance books? A sexy billionaire pays an innocent and poor girl to marry him...? Such clichéd things don‘t happen in real life! And of course, it was different than the romance novel situation. I wasn‘t the innocent type of girl, and Aren Lan sure as hell didn‘t consider paying me any money for being his wife. As he walked into the room, I could hear his threat instead. 

The Contract 

“You can either sign it or go to jail,” he said harshly. 

I knew that he was positive that I was the one responsible for hacking into the hotel‘s system, and he didn‘t care that he had no physical evidence to prove it. The logical arguments I had been memorizing throughout the night turned out to be completely useless... 

“You still don‘t get it, do you? I own this city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you go to jail, and if I say that I want you, that means you are already mine.” 

that he meant every word, but somehow I wasn‘t scared. I was flustered... and agitated. Why did his threat arouse me?! This was insane, and I needed to rely on my common sense, even if I struggled to do so. “Why in hell would you want to marry me?” I asked, hoping to point out how

marrying Nicole Saxon is no longer an option,” he answered indifferently. I blinked my eyes as if it would help clarify what he

sofa in front of the one I was sitting on. “I need to get married, and I need to be a married man until the end of this month.” Then he leaned forward, glowering at me. “I would have been married by then if it weren‘t for you. It is

you think you are overreacting? That girl was like the worst bitch ever. I think I have saved you from a lot of trouble and losing money,” I said, crossing my arms

on the sofa. “Do you seriously think I didn‘t know about her? I knew everything concerning her before I let her get near me. She wasn‘t trouble; she was an idiot. She wanted to get

me?! Was he checking if I was fuckable?! Seriously, I wanted to punch his smirking face! The problem was that I was still in his territory, and I wouldn‘t like to meet one of his security guards

despite my internal turmoil. He smirked. “They would cost me more than you will.” I clenched my teeth trying to ignore the bitter meaning of his words. “I‘m sure there are many women who wouldn‘t want any money to marry you.” He chuckled. “Not if I only need to be married for two years. I wouldn’t be paying to get married, but to get a divorce. But in your case...

The contract 

and the only deal for you.”

I were you, I wouldn‘t be so sure that I

test me on that?” A wicked grin painted his face, making me flinch. “Are you brave enough to

jumped to my feet and glared at him. “Leave my Grandma out of this!” I roared. “If you dare touch her…

with a soothing tone in his voice. “In fact, I‘m considering paying for your

back on the sofa and stared at him, processing the sudden change in his expression. Beneath his arrogance, I could almost notice warmth... Or perhaps I was just trying to convince myself that he was capable of

pulling me out of bewilderment. “I will give you ten minutes to

room, leaving me alone. The sole idea of marrying him sounded absurd, but my calculative brain was able to understand his arguments. If for some reason, he needed to become a married man, picking a wife he could control would have been the best option. He was well aware that I wouldn‘t make any demands by the time of our divorce. He had leverage, and

marriage would last exactly 24 months. As Mrs. Lan, I would have to live in his penthouse on Park Avenue... which wouldn‘t be a great sacrifice. I would

the whole document again, more carefully this time. When I couldn‘t find anything disturbing after reading the contract three times,

I smiled, greeting him, but as soon as Aren noticed it, he glared at Mr. Edmond, making him step back almost against the door. Was he jealous

awkwardly resembled a lowly