Cerpen Kahwin Paksa Dengan Bos Garang นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lora said happily. "Well, there is just a tiny catch, as my dad likes to call it. I have to marry Alexander to sign the contract and merge the companies." I said and started crying. How could my own father do this to me? I am his daughter, and he is going to make me marry someone just to grow his business and gain more money. "And you know what the worst part is??" I asked her still crying on her shoulder. Her blouse was wet from my tears. "He, says, he is doing this for me. To secure my future... I mean can you believe this?!" I said and I was now coughing from shouting so much. I was upset. How could he?

“You ruined me.” Derek reached out for me, but I stepped back. The touch that once felt familiar now made my skin crawl. Kai’s men stepped forward, their presence filling the room. The tension was thick. Kai stood up slowly, fixing his cuffs as if this was just another meeting for him. “Enough,” he said simply. “You made your deal, Martinez. And now it’s done.” Derek’s face turned red with anger. “You can’t take her!” he shouted. “She’s my wife!”

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I still couldn't stop laughing. Didn't crazy things like this only happen in books and movies? "Yes." He nodded. "If the thought of being married to me terrifies you, I assure you that it shouldn't. I'm not the one you'll be getting married to but my boss." He adjusted his tie and then cleared his throat before continuing. "It's only a short contract of two years after which you can both go your separate ways." "Who is this 'boss' of yours?" I didn't read anything on these papers but I looked out for pictures of who his boss might be but the only picture I could find, was mine.

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

What kind of twisted game was this? “You said you’d do everything I wanted.” he turned on his heels but didn’t look at me. “And I want to make this baby the traditional way.” I held my breath, feeling as though I might die right then and there. I watched Gregory, dressed in his unbuttoned white shirt, his icy blue eyes, and the strands of hair that insistently fell over his face. He was undeniably handsome, but he was cruel for proposing such a condition. He left, leaving me with more questions than answers. Fear consumed my thoughts. How could I have been so naive? I was doomed to remain with a man who had forced me into marriage and who had bought me for his benefit.

My tormentor. "Why aren't you ready for me?" His voice cut through the darkness, sharp as a blade. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "How often do I have to tell you about the rules?" "I'm sorry," I whispered, my throat tight. "I was sick again today, and work was—" "Excuses." He ripped away my underwear, the fabric tearing. "You smell like a kitchen maid. Disgusting." I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back tears. Three years. Three years of being his unwanted wife, forced on him by his grandfather's deal. The old man's words still echoed: "You saved my life, child. Let me give you a good life in return."

But just as I was about to leave, the bastard burst into laughter. “Hahaha! You’ll never get anything. Miss Lenka is going to marry my boss!” I froze. Whirled around. “What?” My voice dropped, heavy with menace. My jaw clenched. My fists tightened. “Yeah. My boss is marrying her tomorrow. You won’t be able to stop it!” I pulled the trigger—one shot to the leg. He screamed, but I didn’t flinch. My eyes stayed locked on him. “He’s forcing her to marry him?”

"I'll tell everyone tomorrow that you're my wife. Of course, it wouldn’t look good if the boss’s wife was also an employee, right?" I thought about it. "Ahh, Jace, can we not tell everyone yet that we’re married?" His brows furrowed. "What’s wrong with being my wife?!" he asked angrily. I flinched. "We’ll tell them eventually, just not right now. They’ll definitely treat me differently once they find out. I won’t be able to move freely. And I don’t want to resign just yet. I still enjoy my job." He took a deep breath. "Okay. One month."

Asher’s deep voice purred through the line. I closed my eyes, fighting irritation. “Boss, how many times must I tell you? We are not married. Please stop calling me ‘wife.’” “We’ll have proof next week.” “You’re really determined, aren’t you?” “Because it’s the truth. Just accept it. Shall I call the mayor?” “The mayor? What does he have to do with this?” “He officiated the ceremony.” My breath hitched. “Excuse me?” So that’s what I’d stumbled into. “Boss, I need to get back to work. Goodbye.” I hung up and gripped the railing. What have I gotten myself into?