Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Fighting for justice I spent that short night lying in Aren’s arms. There was something bittersweet about it. We were hugging each other without our desires exploding within us or driving us to the edge of sanity. I took pleasure in feeling Aren’s warmth covering my body, his strong arms keeping me from falling off the sofa. His heart beat at a soothing rate, allowing me to sleep soundly

until the merciless alarm woke us up.

He already had his suitcases prepared and was ready to go straight to the airport. I went there with him, watching him get on board his private jet and fly off. My chest suddenly squeezed as if I was saying my final goodbye to him, at the same time knowing that the day I would walk away from him could feel much worse than that.

I wanted to shake off that depressing sensation as soon as I could, and there was only one way I was able to do that: by planning Operation Blue Dreamland. I called Jack and told him what we had and what we could get if we went to Blue Dreamland. I was glad when he agreed that getting into that company fast was our only chance to find the undeniable evidence of their crime.

“But there’s a problem, Cora,” he said reluctantly, “I can’t help you with that. I’m already working full speed on Lan Liling’s reopened case, and today I am taking a group of agents to hunt down former Chief George Richardson. That bastard got tipped that we were trying to get him, so apparently, he escaped from the state.” “I see.” I sighed, and of course, naturally, thought that my next move would be to call Chris. “Chris won’t help you either, I’m afraid.” Jack seemed to be reading my mind. “As far as I know, he would be joining Aren in Paris.”

“Great,” I groaned as my temple vein started to throb. “So what now? Should I just sit and do nothing while those bastards get rid of all the evidence?”.

Jack let out a long exhale before asking, “How close do you have to get to their equipment to get the proof we need?”

“A few feet would be nice, but if we modify our devices it would be enough to be further away but on the same floor,” I explained.

Jack muttered, “Aren is going to kill me for this…” Then I heard him taking a deep breath. “I heard that Bleu Dreamland organizes open tours to attract potential employees. You can use it to get in and out without raising suspicion. But remember, in case Aren asks, it wasn’t my suggestion.”

I chuckled. “Of course, I would never snitch on you.”

Jack’s suggestion sounded reasonable and fairly safe. All we needed to do was to blend in, follow the crowd, and check the readings on our devices from time to time. It felt like a piece of cake, but I still needed a partner in crime, and there was only one name that came to my mind: Norton

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The Blue Dreamland’s open tour for future employees happened two days later. The tour was about to begin in two hours. In the meantime, we have made the necessary preparations. I wore a brown wig I borrowed from Monique and my grandma’s old pair of glasses, saving only

to go blind in the process. To complete my geeky look, I put on my old grey suit, the one I bought when I was looking for my first job in New York. Surprisingly, it took a lot of effort to look good enough

to be. His grey-slash-green suit, matching his eyes, and his usual neatly combed brown hair, had already given him the perfect disguise. Who would

mumbled fearfully, watching me put our devices into the

to blend in?” I looked at Norton, raising one eyebrow. “He is the complete opposite of the blending-in type. You are the one I need, and believe me, all you have to

say.”

his elbow and chuckled. I knew that he would loosen up once we got inside, but currently, if he was shaking a bit more, he

its offices. He could contain his stress, shifting his focus to the building’s architecture and technical

a pro at this,” I whispered to his ear as we walked

repeated, his lips stretching into a confident

us with a plastered smile, urging us to join the group that had already gathered in the center of the Blue Dreamland’s corridor. I smirked inwardly as we quickly collided with the mass of greyish people, not only blending in but looking more like clones. I found the sight of our group a little sad. I bet that they hadn’t dressed like that because they all liked that color, but more because they had given up

of their computers in their little

at the corridor on the right, but as we passed the turn, the device

dumbly blinking my eyes. “What’s over there?” I pointed

cocky smirk “The executives

me sweetheart,” I grunted under my breath before asking again. “Is that all there

and huffed, annoyed with my

of the company. Now, let’s carry

Norton’s elbow, whispering, “I need some distraction.” “D-distraction?” He glanced at me, terrified. “Yes. Ask about

a chuckle. The guide went pale while all

someone from

the device in my purse and saw it shining brighter than a Christmas tree. I smirked and turned the rest of my equipment to catch and register the wave pattern. It didn’t matter if those bastards got rid of their computers, routers, or even changed the entire internet connection because I was about to register something those idiots couldn’t possibly disprove in court. “Excuse me, who are you?” I heard a harsh, cold tone behind my back. When I turned around, I saw a frowning security guard, scanning me from head to toe. “I… I was with the group, but I really need to pee…” I smiled awkwardly, theatrically clenching my thighs as a sign