Married for A Million Dollars:
.Chapter 2: Here to propose marriage.“My coworker said Mr. Montenegro came looking for me,” Ariana explains impatiently. “Well, I’m looking at you and you’re definitely not him.”A scowl replaces his smug expression. “I am definitely Mr. Montenegro—Williams Montenegro the first, to be exact.”Judging from his bomber jacket that happens to be Saint Laurent, Balmain skinnies, and black suede Timberlands, he’s certainly loaded and dresses accordingly to that—nothing which Ariana didn’t expect.On the other hand, there isn't a single trace of Walter’s qualities, like his cheeriness and bright black eyes he could associate him with. Except for that sculpted chin rudely pointing her way.I have a feeling this is the part where I stop scribbling his name in my textbooks.Nothing like your dream man turning out to be your worst nightmare.Ariana snaps out of her reverie and focuses on those hazel eyes that still gleam in obvious disgust.She rolls her own eyes in response. “Ah yes, the younger, more hot-headed, and less charming of the two. How could I forget. The pleasure’s all mine.”She’s heard of Williams Montenegro, alright. His face is splattered all over Naver and American tabloids as one of the hottest topics of the media.Being the apparent heir to Montenegro Industries and its current marketing director, he’s ruthless in his business, the eyecandy of social functions, and a tough case to top it all off.And as Walter’s friend, she knows plenty about him. Walter has told her a lot—both the good and the bad—but Ariana always viewed him as a character in a great novel she’d continuously reread until now.Okay, so maybe he wasn’t just any character—he was the prince, the hero that loves the princess (which Ariana totally didn’t imagine being) but these were the fantasies she’d dream of starting from age seventeen when Walter first mentioned him.Since then, Ariana started paying more and more attention to all the details about Walter’s son that the media couldn’t catch.In the past year though, she hasn’t found the time nor heart to revive her inner romantic. And Ariana knows, huffing out a breath and extending a polite hand to Williams, that she’s worn out and probably never will.Williams looks at her hand as if it’ll lunge at his throat in no time. He shakes it briefly.“Sarcasm isn’t the best of greeting and it’ll get you nowhere, Gillies,” he answer snootily, drawing back as quick as he touched. “And you’re not that cute yourself.”Ariana ignores the lingering warmth in her palm and proceeds to wipe her hand across the back of his jeans.She shrugs. “And you’re a hypocrite for that sarcastic comment, so now we’re even.”Irritance transitioning to anger flares in his gold-flecked eyes as his lips curl to a sneer. “Not even close. Why don’t you take a seat and we’ll talk business.”But Ariana shakes her head. “I doubt we have any business together, Mr. Montenegro. I have work to do and places to be. I’ll call Sal and he can take your order when you’re ready. Have a good—”She had just turned away when Williams’s arm shoots up and yanks her elbow in an iron grip.Ariana glances at it, eyes curving into slits. “I’d let go if I were you. I can break your nose and not a single person here would blink.”His gaze darkens, grip refusing to loosen. “And I wouldn’t go threatening guys double your size, Gillies. Others might be okay with your tiny feet trampling all over them, but some of us have a little more self-respect than that. I, for one, care about where I get my kicks from. And I'm not afraid to kick back. ”Red floods Ariana’s vision and before she knows it, she throws a punch.Her fist grazes a fraction of Williams’s jaw before feeling thin air and just as she reacts, Williams is on his feet, grabbing her by the shoulders and slamming her into the booth where he settles himself in front of her, trapping Ariana with no way to escape.He’s much stronger and larger than she had thought, and now he looks lethal.“Let go of me, asshole,” Ariana snaps, struggling to push him off the edge of the seat, but Williams’s pure muscle under that sheer V-neck and doesn’t budge an inch. “You’re an arrogant dickhead and I’m not gonna waste my time on you.”“Shut the fuck up,” Williams hisses and he would’ve clamped a hand on Ariana’s mouth if she hadn’t already obeyed.People’s heads are beginning to shoot up in concern at the sound of Ariana’s yell.He continues in a lower tone, “I don’t want to talk to you more than you do, so let’s make this quick. You need to fix the mess you created, and you need to fix it fast.”That caught Ariana’s undivided attention.She freezes and stares at him as if he grew a horn—make that two since he’s the devil. “What the hell are you talking about?”Williams rolls his eyes and finally, finally releases Ariana from his grasp. He sits back on his heels. “Oh, you know very well what I’m talking about, Gillies. Didn’t you plan this out the moment you’ve gotten all chummy chummy with my father? Play him right into your hands so that he’ll never refuse you, including blackmailing his own goddamn son into getting what you want?”Ariana blinks, schools her expression into a frown, and very carefully says, “I’m giving you ten seconds to explain yourself before I call the cops.”Watching his jaw clench and a vein popping out of his neck, Ariana comes to the conclusion that Williams Montenegro is more than angry. He’s fucking furious.This is no comedy, and the guy looks like he’s barely restraining himself from choking Ariana right there.The cause of his anger is something she doesn’t know.Okay, Ariana. You’re an adult. So act like an adult. Be civil towards the asshole.“Let’s try again, from the top,” She manages to say calmly. “Why are you here? Tell me as if I’m unaware of everything, because you’re damn right I am. Please. Thank you.”And while Ariana could be proud of her pleasant negotiation all he wanted, it doesn’t help because it only seems to piss Williams off more.He draws in a long, jagged breath.“I’m here to propose marriage, Gillies,” Williams says in a grave voice, as if he just announced someone’s death—but who’s death exactly, he wasn’t sure.Ariana blinks once, twice, thrice, before she stretch into a wide grin and fucking loses it. Her head is thrown back in laughter, fist slamming the nearest thing—in this case, the table.Someone from the other side curiously glances at them.Williams’s nostrils flare. “And what exactly is so hilarious about this, Gillies?”Clutching her stomach, Ariana gives one last chortle and shakes her head, wiping a few tears with her wrist and looks at his excellent poker face.“Sorry,” Ariana says. “I thought I heard you say you’re here to propose marriage to me. Who paid you to do this? Walter? Where is that prick?”“My father is in Yokohama as we speak,” Williams answers, void of any humor. “He left two days ago and warned me that if you and I aren’t engaged by next week, it’s done for me. He’ll make my fucking cousin James Alvarez the CEO by the end of this year.”.TBCMarried for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 3: I can’t marry you. Even for A Million Dollars.“I thought I heard you say you’re here to propose marriage to me. Who paid you to do this? Walter? Where is that prick?”.“My father is in Yokohama as we speak,” Williams answers, void of any humor. “He left two days ago and warned me that if you and I aren’t engaged by next week, it’s done for me. He’ll make my fucking cousin James Alvarez the CEO by the end of this year.”The little grin on Ariana’s mouth vanishes as she relays what Williams has just told her. It takes a moment before realisation dawns on her.Her brows shoot up. “Wait, why the hell would Walter do that?”Williams mirrors her look with one brow. “You’re acting like he’s your best friend and yet still wonder why. It’s obviously because he’s so smitten with gold-diggers like you. He throws me at you because you probably prefer younger dick.”“If by younger dick you mean yourself, then no fucking thank you,” Ariana retorts, seet
Married for A Million Dollars .Chapter 4: far from Ariana’s ideal type. .“No. I can’t.” She shakes her head. “I can’t marry you. Even for A Million Dollars.” And although she would do anything to oblige her good friend’s wishes, a million dollars is a luxury that a poor person like her couldn't even afford to even think about.“No?” Williams repeats faintly. He narrows his eyes. “I wouldn’t refuse it just like that, Gillies. A million dollars is a shit ton of money that I know you’re in desperate need of.”Now it’s Ariana’s turn to clench and unclench both fists. “You know nothing about me, Montenegro.”The bastard shrugs nonchalantly. “Oh, but I do know enough. For example, I know that your dad died and left you under the water. You’re drowning in debt that you couldn’t even pay back with all your life. Your house is this close to being auctioned off. It’s six months behind mortgage and even though you saved it from foreclosure once last year, you won’t be able to save it again.
Married for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 5: a temporary ring and surname..The first thing Ariana wakes up to the next morning is a notification popping up on her browser saying she’s lost her internet connection. After reloading the page a few times and troubleshooting the issue, Ariana realizes it’s not something she can easily fix.“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” She groans, burying her face into her hands.Since it’s her day off today, she treated herself to some extra sleep before getting up at twelve and snacking on a biscotti she picked up from the display case at work last night. She planned to finally sit down on her laptop and browse through some job listings within the area for the extra money. Her shifts at the diner wasn’t enough for her to live by, even if pay day is around the corner.Ariana checks her connections and reboots the power modum once more before grabbing her cell phone to contact her internet service provider. She didn’t have cable nor a proper phone plan,
Married for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 6: close call and a save .“Come on, Ari,” Harold croaks, his lips upturned into a smirk. For every step Ariana takes backwards, the man only takes two steps forward in response. “What’s a few minutes going to do you? You’ll make some time for your generous customer, won’t you?”Ariana’s hands delve into her back pocket. “Look, if you want your money back, then you’ll get your money back. Just stay away from me.”It looks like what little control she believed she had over the situation quickly dissipates into the air as the lascivious glint in Harold’s eyes darken.He’s approached so close that Ariana stumbles into the cold surface of the dumpster. That’s when she yanks the money out of her pocket and tosses it at the man.“Okay, here. Take it.” The bills flutter to the ground. Harold makes no move to retrieve them.Whatever color’s remaining from Ariana’s face has drained.Harold chuckles. “If it’s money you want, Ari, then that’ll be arrange
Married for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 7: paid to marry the heir .Williams raises a brow. “But you will to people like Harold?”“I’m not a whore!” Ariana yells, and before they both know it, there’s a smack against skin and the result is Williams palming his flushed cheek in mute anger.Jaw dropped at her feat, Ariana quickly lowers her stinging hand and forces herself to meet Williams’s furious gaze.They stay like that for a whole minute, staring at each other in seething silence. The apology on Ariana’s lips washes away almost immediately.Finally, Williams dangerously enunciates, “If it’s marital sex that’s bothering you, then I suggest you forget about it. I’m not interested in sleeping with you whatsoever. On the other hand, since I’m paying you to play my loving wife, I expect complete loyalty on your part.”“And I bet you expect the exact opposite from yourself,” Ariana rolls her eyes.“Of course,” he says without missing a beat. “But I’ll obviously be lowkey. I don’t wan
Married for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 8: call me by my first name . “This isn’t signed,” Williams remarks as he goes over the contract. “Not yet. Had some alterations I wanted to get back to you with.” Ariana sets down her fork. “I want the payment divided in five installments. First two hundred thousand on our wedding night. Then the second part four months later and the third part two months after, and the remaining at the end of the year. The personal expense thing is fine, but I want a separate bedroom for myself, a charity budget, and a scholarship to any academy of my choice. If I happen to die before the contract expires, the rest of my payment should be donated to the charity listed on my will. If you die, I have the right to be paid full by your estate without adhering to the contract.” She doesn’t notice Williams leaning over her as she leafs through each section. When Ariana glances up, startled at his presence, Williams sits back and shrugs. “Sounds good to me. But
Married for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 9: all for the money . “You need new shoes.”They had just stepped onto the curb where Williams’s sleek black Mercedes was parked waiting for them—from the looks of it, it was probably triple the value of Ariana’s house. Williams had held the door open for her to slip into the back, only to hold her back with a light hand on her shoulder.She glances up at him, annoyed. “What?” “New shoes,” Williams impatiently repeats and gestures towards Ariana’s Chuck Taylors. “We’re going to one of the most notoriously expensive jewelry stores in New York and you’re wearing a pair of Converse that look like they’re begging for mercy. How will they expect you to afford it?”“That’s the thing. I can’t afford it.” Ariana shoots him a look and gets in without another word.Williams rolls his eyes and moves over to the front passenger seat. The driver’s wheel is occupied by a silent buff guy concealed behind sunglasses and a bluetooth earpiece. He barely spar
Married for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 10: selling her soul at a cost. Not only does Williams possess a pretty face and boyish charm, there’s a sense of professionalism to him that makes him sound and seem older. His handsomeness contains depth in his personality and the dignity he was raised to hold would make him stand out from a group of young adults like him. In fact, he could’ve said he was a minor and Ariana would’ve been just as smitten.She must’ve been gawking at him longer than necessary because Williams’s frown slowly turns smug. “I guess you don't give a damn about my age from the way you're checking me out."Way to ruin the moment.Ariana scowls. “Why should I care about the person I’m marrying if I’m just in for the money?”His beautiful hazel eyes waver for a second and it nearly wounds her to hear Williams mutter, “You didn't have to put it that way,” and turn away from her.“Look,” Ariana says after a moment, guiltily reaching for his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean