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.

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

together, you think you can wrap it up in a month?" Molly honestly replied, "Never

there's buying a house and a car, picking bridesmaids and

least four months of busyness if you decide to get married. You're in your junior year of college, about to start the second semester, and with your courses all but done,

surely want you to

in

his

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

need to go on a honeymoon, right? After that, you'll have your thesis to write. Once you're done with your defense, you'll have graduated, then there's the grad trip. After that's all done,

on, hold on, what's this about having kids?" Molly was getting more incredulous, "Chad, I may not be the smartest cookie, but I'm not dumb.

goal is to avoid taking

Molly nodded, "Yeah."

"Do you think what I've just laid out could help

education would keep a student busy. Pregnancy and childbirth would tie

his idea might

internal scales tipped in Chad's favor. She blinked, pondering

wagging triumphantly by now. "Molly, are you afraid of your

vigorously, without

how much she

person who can tell you what to do will be

Molly was speechless.

I'll be the one cleaning up your messes, never

to come

falling headlong into the pit he'd so artfully disguised for

sly smile hinted at victory, "Day after

and the