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He asked, and I nodded. "Apparently, her father married a second wife after Aunt Claire had died. It turned out that her stepmother had masterminded Mila's arranged marriage to an American billionaire; MacCarter Spencer." "Arranged marriages are quite normal for the elite. It's a way of strengthening the power and wealth of the two families involved. The Russo family isn't a stranger to arranged marriages, so it's really not so bad."

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

He was tall, well over six feet, with a lean, muscular build. I looked over at my mother and her boyfriend. They were wearing small, triumphant smirks. They had finally gotten what they wanted—one of her children married off to a billionaire so they would never have to work another day in their lives. My brother, however, was furious. He hated that I had taken such a drastic step for our mother’s sake. I suppose he’s the only one who actually cares about me. The room was filled with the elite—top models, powerful businessmen, and even the Prime Minister. I was the only "low-ranking" guest at my own wedding. I could hear their whispers cutting through the music:

I groaned. “Well, maybe he will come around,” Diane put in. “How did you guys meet anyway?” I looked up at her with beady eyes. My sister and best friend instantly got the message and joined me in bed. “Oh no.” “Don’t tell me.” I nodded, unable to speak. “Did mum really arrange a marriage with you and a billionaire just to get our family out of debt?” I could not stop the tears from pouting out. “What about your father?” “He is aware. He will be there for the wedding. Mother pushed his hand, he has no say either.”

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

I list. “A couple?” She squeaks and I smirk. “Okay maybe a lot, but that’s all, there’s nothing so special about me” I shrug. “Well it’s wonderful to know you Mr. Billionaire with a lot of one night stands” She laughs lightly. “So tell me, what’s there to know about you?” I ask “Before I answer that…I have a question” She remarks. “Shoot” “Well….most people aren’t keen on arranged marriages, especially ones like this that is out of the blue, but you seem a little fine with it. Why is that?” She furrows her brows as he chews.

Do you honestly think a guy like Alexander Bluemoon is going to let me get away with defrauding him of that amount of cash? “Alexander Bluemoon? The alpha billionaire?” Miah queried in consternation. “He’s the guy who wants to hire a wife? For goodness’ sake, he’s always knee-deep in supermodels and actresses. Why would he have to pay a woman he doesn’t know to marry him?” “Because a long time ago, he was supposed to get married, but it didn’t work out. This time around, he wants a marriage of convenience on a strict business basis.”

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

“Emily, you need to understand. This is not a suggestion. It is the only way.” She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, her heart in a knot of anger and confusion. This was the man who raised her to believe she had equal rights and protection, who had also taught her that family should come over everything. But this? This felt like the biggest betrayal ever. “You're telling me….you've made arrangements for me to marry James Knight?” Her voice was barely a whisper. He nodded firmly, “The Knights are the only ones with enough power to save us from this. They agreed to a business merger but only under one condition, that it is sealed by a marriage.”

Relief washed over his face, and I felt sick. “Gregory Quin.” My ears bled at his announcement. I instantly understood why she made this choice for me and not her daughter. After all, no man would want their daughter to marry a man who is worse than the devil. Gregory Quin! The billionaire who was known for talking down on women at every opportunity he got. Wasn’t he the one who went viral when a video clip of him beating his wife to the extent that she went unconscious was leaked? Not only was he a disgusting misogynist, Gregory Quin was an eighty years old man who was closer to his grave than anyone I know.