Mag-log in{The First Night Disaster} ANNA'S P.O.V The ride home was awkward. Not the normal awkward. The kind where two people sat in the same car but had completely different wars running through their minds. I stared out the window. Claire's face kept replaying in my head. That smile. That look. The way she said: "Of course you are." Like she knew something I didn't. Like she thought I wouldn't last. Honestly? Maybe she was right. Three months. Just three months. Then I'd disappear from Liam's life forever. So why did that thought suddenly make me feel strange? I shook it off immediately. Nope. No feelings. No attachments. Just money. Just a contract. That's all. Right? "Stop frowning." I looked over. Liam was driving. His eyes remained fixed on the road. "What?" "You're frowning." "I wasn't." "You were." "Mind your business." "You're my wife." I nearly choked. His lips twitched slightly. Wait... Was he teasing me? Impossible. The man probably didn't k
“Living Under One Roof”ANNA’S P.O.VMorning came too fast.Not the gentle kind of morning people write poetry about. No birds singing. No peaceful glow through curtains.Just reality.A massive chandelier above me. A bed too soft to be legal. And the reminder that I had officially signed my life into a three-month contract marriage with the most arrogant man alive.I sat up slowly, clutching the silk bedsheet around me like it could protect my dignity.Then I remembered—This wasn’t my room.I blinked twice.No. This wasn’t even my world.A knock came at the door.“Get up. You’re not here to sleep all day.”Liam.Of course.I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “Good morning to you too, sunshine.”“Ten minutes. Downstairs. Breakfast.”And just like that, he walked away.No greeting. No softness. No “did you sleep well.”Not that I expected it.But still… rude.I dragged myself out of bed and found a neatly prepared outfit laid on a chair. Simple. Expensive. Definitely not
“No Strings... Right?” ANNA’S P.O.V I stood frozen. He looked at me. I looked at him. The priest's voice still hung in the air like smoke. "You may kiss the bride." Liam didn’t move. Neither did I. Not out of fear—out of the cold, awkward understanding that this wasn’t love. This was business. A performance. A lie wrapped in white silk. His brows lifted slightly, a wordless question. Was I going to play my part? I hesitated—only a second—but it felt longer than the ceremony itself. Then, I forced a smile, leaned in, and brushed my lips against his cheek. Quick. Light. Done. A polite round of applause followed. A few camera flashes. One guest even whispered, “Classy.” Liam’s jaw tightened just slightly as he turned toward the crowd, his hand sliding off my waist like it burned him. The moment passed. We are married now. A fake wife. A fake life. For three months. And yet, somehow, as he laced his fingers with mine and led me down the aisle in front of hundreds of people,
{Yes...I do} Anna's P. O. V "You can sleep on the couch", He said, not looking up from the phone. He's really rude...how can he tell me to sleep on the couch? That's absurd and impossible and I'm not ready to do that. "In this kind of situation, aren't you the one to sleep on the couch?" I said and he looked at me and scoff "Hey this is my room...you don't tell me what to do. Sleep on the couch, or you might as well stand all night...I don't give a damn" he said and lay on the bed. "Wait...Liam..don't move..there's something behind you," I said, pointing to him. "A bug behind your head!" I half yelled and he sprang up from the bed screaming. "Ahh...where...where...?" He said, dusting his body whilst I burst into laughter and jumped on the bed. How gullible of him to believe that. "The Almighty Liam is scared of bugs...how fascinating" I mocked. "You tricked me...?" He said, burning in anger, but I don't give a fuck since I got what I wanted,d, which was the
{I will marry you} "You're really a joker" he laughed it off and continued moving...coming towards me. That was when I used the shoe to impinge his private part and he yelled in pain. "Owww!!" He clutched his genitals and fell down on the floor, and I had a run for it. I ran to the door and remembered it was locked. What am I gonna do? It won't be long before he recovers and comes to get me "HELP!!!" I screamed, hoping someone would come to my rescue, but before I could shout for the fifth time, he had already recovered. He pushed me to the bed and pinned me down to it. He was so strong and I couldn't overpower him. "You're going nowhere, girl,"he said, taking off my clothes. Oh no! Is he really gonna get his way...? "Let me go, you bastard!" I struggled to get myself away from me but I only received slaps in return. "Shut that trap of yours and stay still!!" He yelled and successfully took off my top leaving me only in a bra. I managed to get my alarm, which was on the head of
{I can't marry him} Anna's P. O. VOh my gosh, I feel like ripping his heart out from his chest, so arrogant like he is, uh! He thinks it's easy. I thought, burning up in anger."What about your girlfriend the lady I saw with you the other night? She told me she was your girlfriend, so why do you have to lie? I'm your girlfriend...you can just marry her." "She isn't my girlfriend...just forget about her. She's not even in the country as we speak," he said rather than freely."Then go get her wherever she is! Look, I'm not gonna Marry you...get that into that thick skull of yours," I said and turned to leave,e, but he pulled me back."Do you think I'll take no for an answer? You just played along, and you're gonna continue to, alright!..it's fifty million that's at stake here..don't act rashly," he snapped, and I stood agape."Look, I don't care about that, Mr Arrogant, and I don't want your fucking proposal, so better back off!" I yelled back, pushing him away a
{Marry me!} Anna's P. O. V"Forget about your damn money...if you don't lack common sense, you should know you should thank me and not flaunt your freaking money," I said, and he laughed."You want me to thank you for returning this to me?" He said and I nodded."Jeez, you don't really ex
{ The rude Mr Henshaw } CLAIRE'S P.O.V "Who is that girl Liam?" I asked the moment we got inside. "I told you it's nobody", he replied, rubbing his face with the back of his palm. "But you two were hugging" "Claire, please. I told you already it's nobody...please, I'm tired, just leave me,







