A MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE: MARRIED TO MY ENEMY

~MeganThere was something about the way he looked at me, something in his gaze that felt magnetic. We held each other's gaze for a moment, and then he smiled. He walked over to our table and introduced himself."Hello pretty ladies," he said. I observed my friends whispering and giving me a thumbs up. I shifted my attention away, concentrating on the handsome man standing beside me."My name is "Charles," he said, extending his hand. "And you are?"I took his hand and shook it. "I'm Megan," I said. "Nice to meet you."Charles smiled again, and there was something in his smile that made my heart flutter. "The pleasure is all mine," he said. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you're very beautiful."I blushed, flattered by his compliment. "Thank you," I said. "Would you like to get out of here? I know a great little coffee shop around the corner that has the best cappuccinos in town. What do you say?"I hesitated. It was la

~CharlesI paced back and forth in my hotel room, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do. The shower had been running for hours, flooding the bathroom and seeping into the hallway outside. It was obvious Megan had it broken.My phone was submerged in a puddle of water on the bathroom floor, completely useless. "How could that woman be so cruel?" As I looked around the room, searching for a solution, my eyes landed on the hotel phone on the nightstand. A glimmer of hope sparked in my mind. Maybe I could call the front desk and ask them to send someone to help me. I snatched up the phone, but as I dialed the number, my heart sank. The phone was dead. Water must have gotten into the line and shorted it out. I was well and truly stuck. I slumped onto the wet bed, defeated."What sort of mess did I get myself into," I muttered to myself. "How am I going to get out of this?" I had to think of something, but what? Just then, there was a knock at the door."Hello?" I called o

~MeganI walked through the front door of my house, still reeling from what had happened at the hotel. I hadn't meant to humiliate Charles like that, but he deserved it for worsening the pain I felt after I caught Steve and my friend Anna in bed. It felt so good to see him squirm."I hate men now."I felt a little guilty, but I was mostly just relieved to be done with that chapter of my life, and relationships. I tossed my keys on the counter and headed for the kitchen."Where is everyone*? I called out for my parents and my sister, but there was no response.I decided to walk to my room and take a shower.After a long, relaxing shower, my stomach growled, prompting me to head down the street for breakfast.While I was waiting to cross the street, I heard a man sitting in a mini-van saying something like, “He seems very irritated, very likely because of the marriage. Believe me, our plan’s gonna work.” They are probably mafia so I pretended to hear nothing and walked away as soon as

~Megan The air crackled as my father’s voice sliced through the chaos, ordering the henchmen to stand down. “Let her go this instant,” he said, causing everyone to cease their actions.. My eyes, wide with disbelief, remained glued to him as he barked orders, revealing himself as the architect of our ordeal. Was the family’s financial despair so dire that he’d turned to crime? My mind buzzed with unanswered questions. He dragged me aside, his eyes filled with urgency. “Look, Megan, I know you have questions, and I’ll answer them soon. But right now, you need to pull yourself together and get Charles to the hospital.” His plea fell on deaf ears. I couldn’t tear my gaze from Charles’s unconscious form, a chilling horror gripping me. Not answering him, my father shook me. “Megan, snap out of it; this is not the time!” Jerking back to reality, I was led out of the stuffy, dirty warehouse, freed and placed in the back of the van that brought us here with the knocked-out Charles. I could

~ CharlesSince Megan wanted to act like a child, I decided to join her. In the morning, we went down for breakfast. She still had her morning hair tied in a messy bun and still looked exhausted. She stifled a yawn, stretching like a cat and ignoring my presence. I smirked secretly and continued sipping on my morning coffee.I watched Megan put her phone on the table, and my smirk widened. The first phase of my plan involved her phone. I didn’t want her to be able to call for help when I was done with her. I lifted my head and gave the maid standing behind her a nod. The teenager hesitated, biting her lower lip, but when I frowned, she moved.“What are you doing?!” Megan screeched.“I am so sorry, ma,” the girl cried, wiping Megan’s phone on her apron.Megan snatched it from her to inspect it. Her eyes turned sad, then desperate. “It is ruined…” she mused. I had to restrain myself from laughing. Of course, the phone was ruined, or whatever she said. I instructed the maid to pour fresh