MARRIED BY FORCE, LOVED BY CHANCE

DISCLAIMER:This is just a work of fiction. names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are just a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual person, living, dead or actual event are purely co-incidental.*** I could barely hold back my tears while reporting the loss of my wallet, containing my personal documents and bank cards. I stood face-to-face with this handsome man, convinced he was the culprit. He was the only one who bumped into me outside the mall, so I had no doubt he was to blame.“You! Aren't you going to confess that you stole my wallet?” I shouted furiously, but he remained completely unfazed. He sat there calmly, his head resting in his hands.He is devastatingly gorgeous, and I can't deny it. I found myself captivated by his gray eyes and defined features. He wore a suit that fit his slender build perfectly, looking every bit like a high-end model with his height and broad shoulders. Anyone else would think he was too perfect to

I couldn't eat a single bite while sitting across from the man I hated most. Just being in the same room as him made me feel sick. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I excused myself and left the table, leaving my food untouched.I walked out into the garden. Watching the flowers dance in the wind somehow gave me a little peace. I wrapped my arms around myself, taking a deep breath of fresh air."Can you really handle this, Freya?" I whispered, questioning my own strength.I didn't even realize tears were streaming down my face."It's so exhausting, isn't it?" I whispered to myself. "All my life, I've just done whatever Mom and Dad wanted. I'm twenty-four years old, but I still can't make a single decision on my own. Why can't I just live my own life?"Overcome with frustration, I buried my face in my knees and wept bitterly."Why is everything so unfair?" I shouted out into the night.But I was completely unaware that someone was listening. Mr. Fuentebella suddenly appeared i

I forced myself to stay calm while facing Dylan. After taking a slow, deep breath, I began to speak."Mr. Anderson, I didn’t come here to argue. I only came because of the—" I cut myself off abruptly. The moment I was about to mention the marriage, the words seemed to stucked in my throat, and I couldn’t bring myself to say them."Hmm, because of what?" His voice held a clear teasing lilt."Ugh, please stop making fun of me. I know I look a mess right now. And honestly, this is the very first time I’ve ever tried to talk to you about something this serious," I replied."Tsk. So does that mean… you’ve finally agreed to marry me?" he asked straight to the point."Yeah.""Okay. I’ll have my personal assistant arrange everything so we can proceed with the marriage immediately." He said and was about to stand up but I quickly stopped him."We haven’t finished discussing this yet," I protested."Huh? Why not? Is there anything else you need to say?""Tsk—what kind of question is that?

IT had been quite some time since I’d sat in my swivel chair, completely lost in thought. Even now, I still find it hard to fully believe how much Dylan’s family has become part of our lives ever since they first entered it.I snapped back to reality only when Trisha suddenly spoke up from in front of my desk.“Ma’am, Mr. Anderson called earlier,” she said.“Huh? What did he said” I asked.“He said you need to give him a call before the day ends.”I let out a small scoff. “He really is so full of himself! Alright, I’ll call him, Trish. Thanks for telling me.”“Understood, ma’am. Excuse me then,” Trisha replied, before going back to her own swivel chair and getting back to work.I called Dylan, and he picked up instantly."Brat!" he greeted from the other end. "You mentioned you’d call earlier. What do you need?""Tss. Do you honestly think I’d reach out unless I needed something from you?" he replied, acting as if I am the one bothering him."Is annoying people the only thing yo

BEFORE heading to the airport, Dylan and I got into an argument over which vehicle we should take.“We’re using my car. I refuse to drive something that looks ugly,” he stated, and I immediately felt my temper flare up again.“How could you say that?! We can just bring both cars. My parents and I will ride in mine. As for your car... since you think it’s fine, you and your parents can take that one instead. That sounds like a fair plan, doesn’t it?” I retorted.“Are you being serious right now? How would my driver get the car back afterward? We’re only taking one vehicle, and it’s definitely going to be mine,” he replied firmly.“Tsk. So you just always have to get your way, don’t you?” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Luckily, my dad arrived just in time, putting a stop to our bickering.“What’s all this about?” he asked.“Nothing at all, Dad!” Dylan and I answered at the exact same time. I quickly shot him a sharp, annoyed look."Get inside. Dylan’s driver has been waiti