Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly was downright spineless in front of Andre.

After hanging up the phone, Chad couldn't help but tease her. "How come you're not all fire and brimstone with Andre like you are with everyone else?"

things."

Molly had just been ordered by Andre to be home within half an hour. She glared at Chad, who was clearly enjoying her predicament, and retorted with a hint of mischief, "What's so funny? Andre just told me over the phone to steer clear of you, and not to marry you, of all Chad's smile faltered, then slowly faded away.

"I heard Mom's been talking about you stepping up to take over Chade Inc.," Chad said, pretending to be clueless.

Molly leaned against Chad's desk, looking annoyed. "That's why I think I can't marry you. If we tie the knot, my taking over the company becomes even more justified.

But if we don't get hitched, I'm still Daddy's little girl, right? If I take over Chade Inc., some shareholders are bound to kick up a fuss. If anyone gives me a hard time, I can just slack off for a few more years.

But if I become your wife, then I'm Mom's daughter-in-law, and if she hands me the company, even the naysayers wouldn't dare to object." Coleen had gone through major surgery and needed regular chemotherapy, leaving her unable to handle the stress of work. Passing the company to her "daughter-in-law" was the natural order of things, and nobody would dare oppose it.

Molly's mind was racing, and she concluded that it was best not to get married yet and to play hooky a little longer.

Chad chuckled, "Yet, I think marriage might just buy you more time."

Molly frowned, "What do you mean?"

Chad launched into his explanation, "Do you think just because Mom wants you to inherit the company, you can escape her machinations if you're not married to me?"

Molly pondered for a moment; her mother was indeed a force to be reckoned with. Whatever she set her mind to, she achieved. Molly was just a small fry; she couldn't outwit her mom.

Before Molly could respond, Chad went on, "You think getting hitched is as simple as saying 'I do' and going through a ceremony? Let me break it down for you."

Chad pulled out a sheet of A4 paper from the printer and grabbed a pen from the desk, scribbling something on it.

Chad. She tilted her head, trying to figure out what kind of calculation

wedding means picking dates, choosing a dress, buying rings, booking venues, renting equipment... all this stuff together, you think you

album. Then there's buying a house and a car, picking bridesmaids

four months of busyness if you decide to get married. You're in your junior year of college,

surely want you to get familiar with the company's operations,

nodded in agreement,

was pleased, his plan taking

into the company to work? I'm a cop; I can't help you out all the

continued his persuasive argument, "By the time you're a senior, we'll be married, and then you'll need to go on a honeymoon, right? After that, you'll have your thesis to write. Once you're done

getting more incredulous, "Chad, I may not be the smartest

goal is to avoid taking over the

Molly nodded, "Yeah."

just laid out

silent; wedding prep would indeed keep a bride-to-be busy. An unfinished education would keep a student busy. Pregnancy

his idea might actually

tipped in Chad's favor. She blinked, pondering her next

Chad had a fox's tail, it would be wagging triumphantly by now. "Molly, are you

vigorously,

how much she

person who can tell you what

Molly was speechless.

does her family boss her around? It's her husband who does. Everyone knows I dote on you. After we're married, won't we both have a say? I'll be the one cleaning up your messes, never yelling or berating you, but instead spoiling you. I'll

are you going to come over and propose

looked into Chad's eyes, falling headlong into the pit he'd so artfully

hinted at

half an hour had passed, and the punctual Andre