If anyone ever approaches you with a ‘proposal’ and offers you a sum of money to marry them, handsome or not, especially if you know nothing about them, just turn and run.
Why? Because that is the situation I found myself in now and I’m afraid of being a runaway bride. For one, I have already accepted the first monthly payment with a goofy grin on my face, like the greedy idiot I am. And I have also signed a contract, which I didn’t read so yeah. I’m fucked.
An icy chill runs through my body because I am terrified of what was waiting for me behind the doors, which leads to a lush green garden. Maybe it’s better to say who is waiting for me. A man I hardly know. We met only three times, and it was to go over our ‘wedding’ plans.
‘’Ready?’’ a voice asked.
I look at the wedding planner, wanting to shake my head, but there is no backing out now. Besides, I fear what these overly rich-people will do to me.
When the door finally opens, all the attendants there stand up at attention when the music begins to play, most of them seem just as lost as I am but to my surprise, none of them seem to hold any malice as I thought they would have.
‘’Am I really doing this?’’ I question myself.
But it is too late for that question. I am already at the altar with Asher’s stone-cold face staring back at me.
He had basically dragged me into his office and offered a ‘business deal.’ At first, I laughed in his face, but after hearing the amount of money he would pay me per month, and with the debt I am in, I just couldn’t turn him down.
“Do you, Millie Boswell, take this man? Asher Thomas, to be your husband?”
‘’Hell no. And notice how he left out lawful?’’ I thought to myself.
“To love, honour, and cherish for as long as you both shall live?”
I stared back at Asher, wondering if I am really going through with a sham marriage.
The silence stretches on far longer than we wanted it to, but I am too nervous to speak up. Afraid that the lump in my throat would make my voice appear squeaker than it usually is, or that I would say the wrong thing.
If only the people who have gathered there today know the truth, it is all just an act Asher and his family is putting on too well.
We are surrounded by people I don’t know and only a few of my friends who seem just as shocked by the entire wedding as those who came to support Asher.
No one was cheering us on. Neither I nor Asher is happy, just a stony face staring back at a frightened one.
I looked down at the pink bouquet that had peacock feathers intertwined in it. It matched my beautiful, puffy light pink dress, which I never thought to wear on a fake occasion.
Then gazed up at Asher who was wearing a tailored light pink tuxedo to match my dress. At first, I wanted to laugh but after seeing how he looked in it, but couldn’t help and admire him. Besides, the suit was worth more than the debt I was drowning in.
‘’Holy shit,’’ I accidentally said aloud.
Asher gave a tight smile before saying, ‘’you have to finish your vows.’’
‘’Yes, of course.’’ I swallowed around the lump forming in my throat.
Asher frowned as he waited for me to speak.
The panic is starting to kick in again because this isn’t what I wanted. I never thought of marriage once in my life, but yet there I am.
My breathing came out in a rush as the words ‘’I do’’ leave my lips.
It feels as if I am about to pass out from the fast beating of my heart because it is pumping way more blood than it needs to and now I might have high blood pressure.
I just hope not to pass out, bringing even more embarrassment to myself.
The smiling Asher said ‘I do’ as well, and that is the first time since knowing him, even though it was just a week, had ever seen such a lively expression on his face.
The pastor called for us to exchange rings, and again my nerves skyrocket.
‘’I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,’’ the pastor announces.
Asher glances at me and I know exactly what he is thinking because it is the same thing running through my mind.
‘Do we have to kiss?’
And to my surprise, he places a hand around my waist and pulls me close before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
Well, I guess that’s it. I’m married now.
My now official fake husband holds my hand as we continue on with the show and walk off the stage just for the sake of the people that are now clapping for us.
I force a smile as we walk to the end of the walkway. There Asher does something unexpected. He presses another kiss on my lips, which seems much longer than the first.
God, I just hope I don’t go to hell for this, because our marriage isn’t one done out of love, but one of power and greed. But at least I will benefit from this.
‘’Time for the reception,’’ Asher said, taking my hand again and pulling me along with him to the area set up for the party.
I won’t lie. The place is beautifully decorated, but it isn’t my thing. Weddings aren’t my thing.
As Asher walks me over to the table that is decorated in all white, I feel myself going hot and cold. He acts like a gentleman and pulls out my seat.
“Congratulations. I wish you two a happy life together.” A woman who is patting daintily at her eyes smiles at us.
It is nothing but fake smiles and laughs from us as our pictures are taken and people come to wish us well.
I guess everything else went by in a blur after that, because the next thing I know, I am being helped in the back of a car that smells like leather and cigarettes.
‘’Oh, my God,’’ I let out as we are now driving back to his place where I have to stay so we can keep up with this image.
“Is everything okay?” Asher asks.
I turned my head to look at him with a small smile. “Yes. No. I mean, we are married. What happens now?’’
‘’You don’t need to worry. All we have to do is pretend to be a happily married couple for a year as best as we can until you get what you want.
‘’And what do you want exactly? Because we never established what you would get out of this.’’
‘’I’m just trying to help.’’ Asher smiles.
I narrow my eyes at him because one does just help an illegal immigrant, especially with not knowing them.
‘’Are you?’’
‘’Yes, there are no strings attached.’’ He gives another smile, one that I know he must have practiced many times to get what he wants.
I sit back in the car, as his driver weaves in and out of the late evening traffic and I can’t help but think back to the day he basically dragged me into his office after an employee of his told him that I was trying to seek employment with fake documents.
At first, I thought my ass was grass, until he offered a deal.
A WEEK EARLIER...______________________________________________________________________________________________________________I stare up at the office building that is situated in the middle of the busy intersection of York Street, which already has a mid-day crowd bustling about.Even though it is the first day of spring, the air is still chilly, so I wear my best outfit. Which is an ugly brown pea coat with dress pants, and I know it won’t be much to impress anyone. Neither will the falsified documents in the one strap big I have across my shoulder.When I finally make it inside and over to the front desk, the young lady there who is popping gum and staring at her phone screen stares up at me as if to ask why am I even bothering to come here.‘’I’m here for an interview,’’ I tell her.She pops her gum and chews it loudly before passing me a lanyard with a visitor’s tag at the end.‘’Your interview is on the last floor,’’ she tells me in a bored tone.I follow her instructions up
Sure enough, just as I slip my shoes on, the doorbell rings with a big balding man standing there.‘’I’m here to take you to dinner,’’ he says. His voice matching his appearance.When I get to the fancy, upscale restaurant, Asher isn’t that hard to miss as he sits by himself at a table by himself, typing away on his phone and oblivious to the stares of the surrounding women.As I walk over to him, he stands and the first thing I notice is the small black box on the table. He follows my eyes, then gestures for me to take a seat. When I do, a waitress comes over with a brilliant smile on her face.‘’Are you ready to order?’’ she asks.Asher motions for me to go first, but with me never been to a restaurant like this before. I say, ‘’why don’t you order for me?’’A look I can’t place my finger on flashes across his face, but he still orders for the two of us.‘’So, why am I here?’’‘’Straight to the point, then,'' he says.Asher opens the box and gazes down at the ring inside.“Think of
Present day… _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘’Asher, I think if we are going to do this you should just be truthful with me. There is no way you can tell me that there is nothing you want out of this.’’ He takes a deep breath. ‘’In order to gain full control of my father’s company, I have to be married. It is just a stupid requirement of his, and he only gave me a year's time to be in the marriage.’’ ‘’What? Why didn’t you just tell me the truth in the first place?’’ ‘’It was placed in the contract. I never wanted to say it out loud because my father’s terms are quite ridiculous. But he claims that it's to prove to him that I can be a ‘family man.’’ ‘’It was?’’ ‘’You didn’t read the contract, did you?’’ Asher asks. I begin to babble, and he gives a curt nod. ‘’Could have sold your soul then and wouldn’t know.’’ ‘’How does one sell their soul?’’ I ask. Asher shakes his head. ‘’The point is, you should have
Bright and early the next morning, I get ready for work so I can drown myself in the company’s affairs and get away from what I had done. The fact that I am now a married man kept me awake the entire night, which means the only way to survive this day is to chug two gallons of coffee and have the air conditioning on blast. While still tying my tie, I walk past the room she is in and pause after hearing mumbles coming from inside. I know no one else is in there with her because we are the only two living in this house now. She must be talking to herself. Which is something I notice she does a lot. The only thing I’m curious about is why she is up so early because she doesn’t work. I shake my head and walk away, because why do I even care that much? When I get to work, it is five-thirty, which is much earlier than my normal time. No one else is here as yet except for the doorman who opens the door for me and a cleaning lady who has chunky headphones over her ears. She dances as sh
‘’And what?’’ I ask. She gives me a look. ‘’I can go to prison. You might as well, but a pretty boy like you won’t last long.’’ ‘’Excuse me?’’ “I don’t know, but you have money and can get out of this if Vincent should ever find out about this.’’ “Stop talking,’’ I know that my tone is harsh, but it made her shut up pretty quickly. ‘’Why do you think Vincent will find out about this?’’ ‘’I don’t know, but even so, I think I will only be trouble for you.’’ “You’ll make trouble for me.’’ I laugh. ‘’What kind of trouble are we talking about?’’ When she couldn’t provide an answer, I just laugh. ‘’Mary, you have nothing to worry about.’’ She gives me a look. ‘’What did you just call me?’’ ‘’Mary, that’s your name.’’ ‘’Millie, my name is Millie.’’ She sits down on the sofa and holds her head. ‘’I know that this won’t work.’’ I pinch the bridge of my nose, and these are the type of people you don't commit illegal activities with. ''Millie, I don't think you understand the laws o
I give a small smile when a camera turns my way. The man behind it does something to the lens before snapping several photos of me.This sets me on edge because I know for sure someone will find out that what Asher and I are doing is a sham and I’m sure the government will see my pictures and come searching for me.‘’Are you ready for this?’’ Asher asks.I shake my head. ‘’No, what if someone-’’‘’Stop with the what ifs, everything will be just fine.’’I let out a breath because I know things won’t be, and he doesn’t understand how I feel. I have to be looking over my shoulders ever since I came to this place, while he is basically the king here.‘’Just let me do all the talking unless someone asks you a question,’’ Asher whispers.When we make our way to the podium, that is where more pictures are snapped of us and people begin to fire question after question.‘’Asher, can you tell us about this marriage? How did it come about?’’ one woman asks.‘’Why did you get married?’’ someone e
“Asher, can you confirm if what your wife said is true?’’ Aaron asks. ‘’I don't know what she said,’’ is Asher’s only reply. The next thing I know, Asher is pulling me down the stairs. I try to pull away from him, but his grip is too strong. ‘’Would you let go of me?’’ ‘’Sorry, it's just that I don’t want this to escalate. I know how these reporters can get.’’ ‘’No, I’m sorry. I should have known better than to talk to anyone here.’’ I tell him. Asher stops to look t me. ‘’No, I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. I know how this place can be. I should have done more to keep you away from Leonard.’’ ‘’That's his name?’’ I ask. ‘’Yes, but don’t worry about it.’’ Asher takes my hand again and begins to lead me to the car when the female he was with earlier stops us. ‘’Asher, don’t tell me that you are leaving.’’ “Yes, sorry, but my wife isn’t feeling too well. Plus, there has been an incident I don’t want her to stick around and be exposed to much of this.’’ Asher nods at
When I disembark the plane, it takes everything in me to not start kissing the ground. `A black SUV pulls up not long after and a handsome man who looks identical to Asher steps. Aside from his good looks, I notice him wearing a cowboy hat, blue jeans, and brown leather boots.‘’Where are we exactly?’’ I ask Asher.‘’Heywood Hall.’’‘’Oh.’’‘’What?’’ he gives me a look.‘’Nothing.’’How can I tell him I know all about his hot girlfriend he cheated on?When we get to where he is leaning on the car and chewing on a twig, a smile breaks out on his face.‘’You must be Angela, Asher’s wife,’’ he says.‘’Her name is Millie and you know this.’’ Asher frowns at him.‘’Oh, right? You have a different woman each week. It is hard to keep up.’’‘’Rich, please don’t start something you can’t finish,’’ Asher warns.He ignores Asher and reaches a hand toward me. ‘’Richard Thomas, but you can call me Rich.’’I look down at his hand because I hope he isn’t expecting me to be nice to him after the lit