"Let's make a deal together. That way I'll give you everything. Anything you want including the house and money. So, until this contract ends let's act normally like a married couple." Vegan, the girl was forced to marry by her father to the son of a wealthy CEO only because a business company that was afraid to stand on the verge of collapse and was trying to find support. Having no other choice, the two agreed with the caveat that the marriage was a sham and to be kept as a formality. "No. I'll make you love me someday, Val. I told you, I'm not happy with pretend marriage." Even though both of them are willing to get married for personal reasons, they must also remember to be professional in front of the public. That's why they both end up having to pretend to love each other a lot. Meeting too often can lead to mixed feelings. So, is it possible that they might actually fall in love?
There is nothing more disappointing than something that comes from love. Being set up. No matter who the person is, no matter how handsome or beautiful they are. As long as there isn't even a hint of love present between the two parties... it's a clear proof of love's imperfection.
Except for treasure. Something with such a high selling value could certainly change everything.
This was the first time in her entire life that the girl felt pain. Once she knew her life was determined by fate, she didn't mind at all. But when she grew up and knew that the path of fate could not be changed, it was sickening.
"Why is this so sudden? You didn't even ask for my consent first!" Vegan said in a loud tone, yelling at her mother without the slightest doubt that what she had just said was wrong. Fortunately, the room was soundproof. So, there was no one to hear.
In front of the girl, a woman looked very haughty, sitting at a desk that was almost full of documents, one of which was a marriage contract.
"Mom, don't keep quiet! Answer me quickly, Mom. Why did you do all this to me?!" The girl stood up immediately. Her left hand was clenched so tightly that several veins stood out. Her eyes were downcast, though her head was up. Her gaze was fixed on a piece of paper with someone's signature under the palm of the right hand that had kicked the table earlier.
A business proposal.
Marriage of James Lim and Vegan Reis.
A very, very annoying headline. Vegan... would never agree to it ever. How could she not, her mother was just using her child as a money-making tool, with several conditions and benefits clearly stated on the stamped contract.
"You ask why? It's because your mother and father won't be able to refuse Mr. James' request. You know yourself, right? They are a big company that might be able to increase the company's profits."
"Mom, is crazy! I haven't even graduated college yet and am at the stage of say almost a final year student. How can I postpone college because of marriage!? No! I refuse," Vegan replied firmly. "I don't want to sign there."
"Whatever you decide, but this final outcome was already planned by your father." The woman smiled.
"NO! DON'T EVER REFER TO HIM AS FATHER IN FRONT OF ME. BECAUSE THAT MAN IS... A MURDERER! HE KILLED MY BIOLOGICAL FATHER, HE WAS ONCE YOUR HUSBAND. BUT WHY? WHY DID YOU MARRY A MURDERER LIKE HIM?!"
"You're too young to understand all this, my son. Living in the city, in a place like this is not easy. You have to live well, or else... we'll be oppressed."
The girl immediately shook her head strongly. "I understand. Even without you telling me, I already realized. You just want the property, right? Because Father's company went bankrupt, she's the one who took over the highest position of the Cloth and Weaving company in the country. I understand, Mom."
The paper was immediately torn into tiny pieces. She stopped talking and really got her emotions out.
"And the reason you two set me up is because Mr. James' company is also ranked first in the world of fashion and modeling."
"Is that your analysis?" asked the woman with an overly calm look on her face. "Hmph, what a smartass."
"I'm a top-notch analyzer. That's why my guesses are never wrong. You... just want their money, right? Then kill them someday when you get rich? I'm not small enough to be fooled easily," Vegan explained, which managed to make his mother's face turn sour instantly. "That's why I went to law school. Because I hope... one day I want to give you the punishment you deserve. Regardless of class."
Without waiting for a long time, the paper that had originally turned into an irregular shape was immediately crumpled into a sphere like a paper ball that had been blistered and was no longer shaped. But strangely, Vegan's mother was silent. She didn't move from the spot or feel emotional about her daughter's actions.
"Hahaha, now hit me, mom! Because this child of yours has dared to destroy your business proposal." Vegan laughed sadly, staring emotionally at his mother who lit a cigarette.
"Why should I hit you? I'm not that easy to fool," she replied casually. She bent down slightly, searched for something in the desk drawer, and placed it on the desk.
Another document that was exactly the same as the one just now. "You see, that is the original file. And the one you just tore up is a fake."
The black folder was opened, at the very bottom, there was a red fingerprint that almost covered a name. "Vegan Reis," he muttered.
Suddenly the girl was shocked. "How did you get a fingerprint from my hand?"
Instead of answering, the woman laughed mockingly and looked away. "It's not a difficult thing to do. I can even get you to sign without you realizing it."
The girl was silent for a moment. "Perhaps... you got it while I was sleeping last night?"
"You think? Hahaha, never mind Vegan, just go along with what your parents have to say. After all, you're not enjoying yourself either. You'll also make a lot of money after marrying Mr. James daughter," she said with an innocent face.
"You know what? He's also a businessman. A deputy CEO in his father's branch company," the woman said, whispering softly as if she didn't want anyone to hear. "Ah, if you really insist on refusing this arranged marriage, you can just tell your father directly."
The woman momentarily glanced at the watch. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon. He should still be at his office."
Just refuse if you can. I'm sure Mas Gard will oppose your decision. You'll see.
Without saying much, Vegan immediately left his mother's office. He walked hurriedly to the parking lot so that he could quickly dart to another destination. He drove in silence. All the windows were closed tightly. There was no radio, CD, or anything else that could make noise.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Compelled by her dad's dilemma and the looming fate of their business, Irene agreed to become Braydon's lover. To outsiders, Braydon seemed invulnerable, yet only Irene was privy to the tempestuous passions he unleashed behind closed doors. Gradually, Irene found herself tangled in the intricate emotional snare Braydon had woven, her heart craving more, only to be shattered by the revelation of his engagement. Devastated, she left and soon encountered Braydon's archrival. It was then that the formidable Braydon confronted the esteemed surgeon Dr. Mitchell, all in a fierce struggle over Irene.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."