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.

tilted her head, trying to figure out what kind of calculation he was making for

together, you think you can

wedding photoshoot. Wait another two months for the finished album. Then there's buying

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

want you to get familiar with the

nodded in

pleased, his plan taking

prep for the next six months, do you really think Mom is going to pull you into the company to work? I'm a

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

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

avoid taking over the company for the next couple

Molly nodded, "Yeah."

just laid out could

indeed keep a bride-to-be busy. An unfinished education would keep a

seemed, his idea

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

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

nodded vigorously, without

obvious how much

grinned, "Once we're married, the only person who can tell

Molly was speechless.

your messes, never yelling or berating you, but instead spoiling you. I'll earn the dough, and you'll spend it. After we're married, you can buy whatever you want-bags, clothes, swipe the card for hundreds of thousands, and no one

when are you going to come over and propose

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

sly smile hinted at

it, half an hour had passed, and the punctual Andre was on the phone again. "You home