"You're here." "Yes, I am here, Mr Atkinson." Like you expected, jerk. "But why are you here, Miss Ford?" An arrogant voice sounded. I glared at him. Ha, as if he didn't know. The only thing I wanted to do right now was to wipe this ridiculous smirk from his face. However, I suppressed my anger and inhaled deeply. The main focus currently should be the situation Empire was in. "Mr Atkinson, don't pretend as if you don't know why I am here." "Me? Miss Ford, I genuinely don't know the reason for your presence in my office today. If it were last week, then possibly I would have..." He smirked again as he rested his hand on his cheek, giving me a look of provocation and eyes filled with mirth. I gritted my teeth and gripped my hands tightly. Don't forget why you're here, Victoria. "I need your help, Mr Atkinson." "Am I hearing it correctly?" Aaron's eyes were wide but showed no surprise. He anticipated I would turn to him like a mouse cowered to a corner. "Victoria Ford, the CEO

"Mr Richmond." I gave him a brief smile. I managed to arrive on time and sat on the chair. At this time, there were only a few people in the cafe with no hustle and bustle. "Miss Ford." He greeted warmly. "I assume you know the reason for my presence here." My mood became grim and I nodded, "I do, Mr Richmond." "I won't hold it against you if you want to terminate the liaise between the two companies. Now that the Empire has hit rock bottom," I clenched my fists. Aaron Atkinson, congrats on having the whole contract to you. Even the government was now wary of giving the projects to Empire. 'We will recover, though. And everything will be alright.' "I feel you will want to choose a rather strong partner. Given the circumstances, I-" I was interrupted by Mr Arthur Richmond's laughter. I stared at him, dumbfounded. Later, he stopped and took a sip from his ordered Espresso. "Miss Ford- no, Victoria. Can I call you that?" As soon as I agreed, he continued. "I won't be

"Sarah, why would you do that?" I hissed. "I can't hear you." Sarah turned a deaf ear and pushed me forward. Many people had anticipated expressions, watching me curiously. "If I can't kill you, I swear I'll stop buying your clothes," I grumbled to myself. Walking gradually, I reached Damien at last. I coughed slightly, gaining his attention. "Do you want to dance?" Damien snorted. "You," He arched a brow, unamusedly, "want to dance with me? What's the catch?" "There's no... catch, Damien." It was all because of my lovable friend's courtesy. "What if I say no?" He gazed down at me blankly. My face became expressionless. Of course, he would not leave this chance to humiliate me. "I would complain to Uncle Victor." "Childish." He rolled his eyes. "Let's go." "Where?" I eyed him suspiciously. "To a dark alley to kill you." It was my turn to snort. "You plan to kill me?" "Who knows." He shrugged nonchalantly. I stopped myself from retorting. I wanted to cancel this event now

"Are you for real?! You're actually marrying a man you despise, Vicky?" Sarah's tone carried astonishment. "Is Enemies-to-lovers also your favourite trope? Vicky!! I'm going insane. Answer me, my favourite best friend!" "Sarah, I'll explain when we meet at Jackson's club, okay?" Sighing, I rubbed my forehead. Since yesterday, I have been receiving the same reactions. Social Media was hell for me. 'Why did you decide to marry Aaron Atkinson?' 'Why the hottest man of all people?' 'She's only marrying for money, people.' 'Gold-digger.' 'Is Aaron Atkinson blind? Why is he marrying such a greedy woman?' "Boss, stop reading them," Stacy placed my dark coffee before me and quietly suggested. I sighed once again and closed the phone's screen. "Can't say I didn't expect that. But in reality, it hits way worse than I pictured in my mind." All the respect I earned in my field of work went down the drain. Merely, because I decided to marry the richest and probably the most power

"Today we are gathered here to witness the matrimonial ceremony taking place between Miss Ford and..." I could not take a good look at the people I knew. Jackson had a sour/betrayed face. Michael and Stacy's faces wore grim looks. Uncle Victor had some emergency regarding the troublemaker trio, so he could not come. Sarah's lips were pursed. And Ben? He was not even here. What happened in the cemetery, should not have occurred. Ben had a pained expression, something I had never seen him wearing except for the time he lost to me by one mark in our biology quiz. I was sad inside my heart, stoicism seen from my face, and blank when it came to mind. Marriage. This word kept on repeating like a broken record. I was getting married today. Victoria Ford was getting married, and people were cheering her on for it. Media coverage. News broadcasting of our marriage on television. "Sweetheart," A charming and irritating whisper invaded my ears. "You don't think you could have gone