From Fiancée To Sister In-law

Mmmm

Alexander and Gwendolyn agreed to meet in front of the city courthouse and as Gwendolyn arrived, she began making her way toward the entrance of the court building.

Just then, a loud car horn blared from across the street, stopping her in her tracks.

Gwendolyn turned swiftly, her eyes narrowing.

Even from a distance, she instantly recognized the man from the previous night—his head tilted casually out of the car window, a familiar, unreadable expression on his face.

With a smile glimmering in Gwendolyn’s eyes, she rushed over to the car and slid into the front seat.

“What’s your name?” Alexander asked, a file resting on his thigh as he looked at her.

“My name is Gwendolyn Pre…” she hesitated, the words catching in her throat.

Gwendolyn swallowed hard, debating if revealing her full name was the best thing to do.

‘Besides, what if he finds out I’m from a wealthy family? she wondered. ‘But then again… I’m getting contractually married to him. He’s going to find out one way or another.’

Taking in a sharp breath, Gwendolyn forced a casual smile, trying to keep her nerves in check.

“Gwendolyn,” he called out, her name rolling off his tongue like a soft breeze.

Alexander’s voice was deep, smooth, and carried a weight that made her cheeks flush with unexpected heat. Her eyes locked onto his, unable to look away.

“I think I need to know your last name before this marriage can happen,” he added, his tone calm but firm.

She nodded, compelled by the way he looked at her—his gaze cold, yet possessive. “My… my name is Gwendolyn Preston,” she purred, her voice barely above a whisper, but still clear enough for his sharp ears to catch.

“Nice to meet you, Gwendolyn Preston. I’m Alexander Bradford,” he said, his voice firm.

Gwendolyn nodded. She had expected him to flinch, or at least show a hint of recognition at her last name, but to her surprise, he didn’t even bat an eye.

‘Could it be that he has no idea I’m from a wealthy family?’ she wondered, curiosity bubbling beneath her composed expression.

As Gwendolyn continued to question herself, Alexander slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

His fingers moved quickly across the screen as he dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, he pressed the phone to his ear.

“I need a background check on Gwendolyn Preston,” he said coolly. “And I want it in five minutes.”

Before the person on the other end could respond, Alexander ended the call without hesitation.

Gwendolyn’s heart skipped. Panic surged through her veins.

‘What if he finds out I was engaged just yesterday? Gosh! That would land me in so much trouble,’ she thought, her chest rising and falling with growing anxiety.

‘And why does he seem like someone with a hidden identity? Could he be a gangster? He speaks so coldly,’ she mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing as suspicion crept in.

Alexander, still unfazed by Gwendolyn’s anxious glances, opened the file resting on his thigh. “This is the contract,” he began, his voice calm and detached. “We’re to act as husband and wife for one year. In public, we play the role of a loving couple. In private, we’re nothing more than strangers under one roof. No intimacy. You’ll live with me, but our personal lives stay untouched.”

He looked up briefly, locking eyes with her before continuing. “At the end of the year, you’ll receive ten million dollars. You won’t owe me a cent—I’m the one paying you. But here’s the most important clause: if either of us breaks the contract by revealing it to the public, we’ll pay a fine of one hundred million dollars.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes widened in shock. “A hundred million dollars?” She asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

Alexander didn’t flinch. He simply nodded. “Why the surprise? Or are you planning on exposing our marriage contract already?”

He raised an eyebrow, his tone sharp, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a quieter, more intense level. “And tell me, who exactly is your family? What company do they own because last night, you mentioned offering me shares in it. What’s your game, Gwendolyn?”

Alexander believed that getting to know Gwendolyn, even briefly, would benefit him.

Besides, he doesn’t want to enter into a contractual marriage with someone who didn’t come from an influential family.

“Do you really need to know the name of my parents’ compa—”

Gwendolyn’s words trailed off as the ringing of Alexander’s phone cut her off.

He picked up the call, pressing it to his ear, his attention sharpening as he listened closely.

“Boss, Gwendolyn Preston is the sole heir of Gyapm Corporation, one of the most powerful companies in the country. She’s the first daughter of the Preston family, and she has a stepsister, Calista Preston, who…”

“That’s all for now. Thanks,” Alexander said, cutting the off the person from the other end of the call as he hung up with a sharp click.

He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small, satisfied smile.

Now that he knew Gwendolyn was from a respected family, he felt a sense of relief. At least she wouldn’t be after his wealth, and more importantly, his parents would be pleased with the alliance.

‘Besides, it seems like her parents threatened her just as mine did,’ Alexander thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Here’s the contract. Review it now, so I can hand it over to my lawyer,” he said, passing the file to Gwendolyn with a deliberate calmness.

She took the contract and a pen from him, her fingers brushing against his briefly before she opened the file and began reading, her brow furrowing as she carefully scanned the terms.

‘I bet he can’t even afford a hundred million if he ever breaches the contract, so this is mostly in my favor. And besides, I’d rather marry a total stranger than Louis, who I’ve known for five years,’ Gwendolyn thought, her eyes still scanning the contract with a sense of determination.

Everything seemed fine in the contract, as his terms were quite reasonable. ‘As long as I get my parents company, then this contract is as easy as cake,’ Gwendolyn thought, a smirk tugging at her lips.

With that, she signed it and handed the contract back to Alexander.

He took the contract, signing it swiftly. “I hope you’re satisfied with the terms and that you’ll keep your end of the bargain,” he said, his voice steady, though there was a hint of expectation in his tone.

Gwendolyn nodded. “I will,” she replied solemnly, forcing a smile across her lips.

“Very good then.” Alexander’s tone was clipped as he stepped out of the car. “Wait here while I drop off the contract to be finalized.”

With that, he made his way toward the courthouse, his purposeful stride leaving no room for hesitation.

Minutes later, Alexander emerged from the courthouse as he made his way back to the car.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, he started the engine with a smooth motion. “We’re paying a visit to my parents now,” he stated, his voice firm.

“Umm, now?” Gwendolyn asked, her curiosity piqued.

He nodded without hesitation. “Now.”

Gwendolyn swallowed hard, the weight of the situation settling in. “Okay, but after that, you’ll have to pay a visit to my parents too,” she countered.

Alexander nodded again, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Alexander revved the car engine, smoothly driving toward his parents’ mansion.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at their destination and Alexander parked in the garage, prompting Gwendolyn to step out of the car, feeling the cool air brush against her skin.

“Give me your hand, Gwendolyn,” Alexander purred, his voice low and commanding.

Alexander extended his hand toward Gwendolyn, and without hesitation, she placed hers in his, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

He leaned closer to Gwendolyn, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered in a hushed tone, “Make sure you act as a loving partner, and I’ll do the same.”

Alexander voice was rich with authority, sending a subtle tremor through her.

Slowly, he pulled away, his hand still holding hers as he led the way into the mansion.

Gwendolyn’s heart raced.

Now that she was inside Alexander’s parents’ grand mansion, an uneasy knot twisted in her stomach.

The weight of the situation hit her all at once, and her nerves threatened to overwhelm her.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she was truly ready for this.

‘Besides… What if I’m rushing things? What if Alexander turns out to be worse than Louis?’ Gwendolyn thought, her heart pounding in her ‘Would I be trapped in another dangerous game, just like with Louis? Would this new arrangement turn out to be even more complicated than I could handle?

Sigh!

Upon arriving at the entrance door of the sitting room, Alexander pressed the doorbell.

Moments later, the door opened, revealing a young man standing in front of it.

Stunned!

Gwendolyn froze, silently wishing for the ground to swallow her whole.

“Alex!” The young man exclaimed, his arms spreading wide as he embraced Alexander.

Alexander, letting go of Gwendolyn’s hand, wrapped his arms around his brother, returning the warm hug.

Slowly, the young man pulled away from the hug, his gaze shifting to the side as his gaze landed on Gwendolyn. “Babe!” he exclaimed, pulling her into a warm embrace.

Gwendolyn stiffened, completely caught off guard. This was not how she had imagined things unfolding.

Alexander, taken aback by the moment, quickly turned to Gwendolyn. “Sweetheart, do you know him?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

Gwendolyn nod her head, her eyes wide with unease.

The young man, still hugging onto Gwendolyn, leaned away from the embrace, arching a brow at Alexander. “Alex, did you just call her sweetheart?” he asked, a teasing smirk forming on his lips.

Alexander chuckled, his tone calm but firm. “Yes, Louis. Meet my wife—Gwendolyn Preston.”

Louis blinked, stunned. “Huh? Your wife?” he echoed, his gaze darting sharply between his brother and Gwendolyn. “Alex, this… this is Gwendolyn—my fiancée.”

Alexander and Gwendolyn agreed to meet in front of the city courthouse and as Gwendolyn arrived, she began making her way toward the entrance of the court building.

Just then, a loud car horn blared from across the street, stopping her in her tracks.

Gwendolyn turned swiftly, her eyes narrowing.

Even from a distance, she instantly recognized the man from the previous night—his head tilted casually out of the car window, a familiar, unreadable expression on his face.

With a smile glimmering in Gwendolyn’s eyes, she rushed over to the car and slid into the front seat.

“What’s your name?” Alexander asked, a file resting on his thigh as he looked at her.

“My name is Gwendolyn Pre…” she hesitated, the words catching in her throat.

Gwendolyn swallowed hard, debating if revealing her full name was the best thing to do.

‘Besides, what if he finds out I’m from a wealthy family? she wondered. ‘But then again… I’m getting contractually married to him. He’s going to find out one way or another.’

Taking in a sharp breath, Gwendolyn forced a casual smile, trying to keep her nerves in check.

“Gwendolyn,” he called out, her name rolling off his tongue like a soft breeze.

Alexander’s voice was deep, smooth, and carried a weight that made her cheeks flush with unexpected heat. Her eyes locked onto his, unable to look away.

“I think I need to know your last name before this marriage can happen,” he added, his tone calm but firm.

She nodded, compelled by the way he looked at her—his gaze cold, yet possessive. “My… my name is Gwendolyn Preston,” she purred, her voice barely above a whisper, but still clear enough for his sharp ears to catch.

“Nice to meet you, Gwendolyn Preston. I’m Alexander Bradford,” he said, his voice firm.

Gwendolyn nodded. She had expected him to flinch, or at least show a hint of recognition at her last name, but to her surprise, he didn’t even bat an eye.

‘Could it be that he has no idea I’m from a wealthy family?’ she wondered, curiosity bubbling beneath her composed expression.

As Gwendolyn continued to question herself, Alexander slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

His fingers moved quickly across the screen as he dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, he pressed the phone to his ear.

“I need a background check on Gwendolyn Preston,” he said coolly. “And I want it in five minutes.”

Before the person on the other end could respond, Alexander ended the call without hesitation.

Gwendolyn’s heart skipped. Panic surged through her veins.

‘What if he finds out I was engaged just yesterday? Gosh! That would land me in so much trouble,’ she thought, her chest rising and falling with growing anxiety.

‘And why does he seem like someone with a hidden identity? Could he be a gangster? He speaks so coldly,’ she mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing as suspicion crept in.

Alexander, still unfazed by Gwendolyn’s anxious glances, opened the file resting on his thigh. “This is the contract,” he began, his voice calm and detached. “We’re to act as husband and wife for one year. In public, we play the role of a loving couple. In private, we’re nothing more than strangers under one roof. No intimacy. You’ll live with me, but our personal lives stay untouched.”

He looked up briefly, locking eyes with her before continuing. “At the end of the year, you’ll receive ten million dollars. You won’t owe me a cent—I’m the one paying you. But here’s the most important clause: if either of us breaks the contract by revealing it to the public, we’ll pay a fine of one hundred million dollars.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes widened in shock. “A hundred million dollars?” She asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

Alexander didn’t flinch. He simply nodded. “Why the surprise? Or are you planning on exposing our marriage contract already?”

He raised an eyebrow, his tone sharp, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a quieter, more intense level. “And tell me, who exactly is your family? What company do they own because last night, you mentioned offering me shares in it. What’s your game, Gwendolyn?”

Alexander believed that getting to know Gwendolyn, even briefly, would benefit him.

Besides, he doesn’t want to enter into a contractual marriage with someone who didn’t come from an influential family.

“Do you really need to know the name of my parents’ compa—”

Gwendolyn’s words trailed off as the ringing of Alexander’s phone cut her off.

He picked up the call, pressing it to his ear, his attention sharpening as he listened closely.

“Boss, Gwendolyn Preston is the sole heir of Gyapm Corporation, one of the most powerful companies in the country. She’s the first daughter of the Preston family, and she has a stepsister, Calista Preston, who…”

“That’s all for now. Thanks,” Alexander said, cutting the off the person from the other end of the call as he hung up with a sharp click.

He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small, satisfied smile.

Now that he knew Gwendolyn was from a respected family, he felt a sense of relief. At least she wouldn’t be after his wealth, and more importantly, his parents would be pleased with the alliance.

‘Besides, it seems like her parents threatened her just as mine did,’ Alexander thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Here’s the contract. Review it now, so I can hand it over to my lawyer,” he said, passing the file to Gwendolyn with a deliberate calmness.

She took the contract and a pen from him, her fingers brushing against his briefly before she opened the file and began reading, her brow furrowing as she carefully scanned the terms.

‘I bet he can’t even afford a hundred million if he ever breaches the contract, so this is mostly in my favor. And besides, I’d rather marry a total stranger than Louis, who I’ve known for five years,’ Gwendolyn thought, her eyes still scanning the contract with a sense of determination.

Everything seemed fine in the contract, as his terms were quite reasonable. ‘As long as I get my parents company, then this contract is as easy as cake,’ Gwendolyn thought, a smirk tugging at her lips.

With that, she signed it and handed the contract back to Alexander.

He took the contract, signing it swiftly. “I hope you’re satisfied with the terms and that you’ll keep your end of the bargain,” he said, his voice steady, though there was a hint of expectation in his tone.

Gwendolyn nodded. “I will,” she replied solemnly, forcing a smile across her lips.

“Very good then.” Alexander’s tone was clipped as he stepped out of the car. “Wait here while I drop off the contract to be finalized.”

With that, he made his way toward the courthouse, his purposeful stride leaving no room for hesitation.

Minutes later, Alexander emerged from the courthouse as he made his way back to the car.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, he started the engine with a smooth motion. “We’re paying a visit to my parents now,” he stated, his voice firm.

“Umm, now?” Gwendolyn asked, her curiosity piqued.

He nodded without hesitation. “Now.”

Gwendolyn swallowed hard, the weight of the situation settling in. “Okay, but after that, you’ll have to pay a visit to my parents too,” she countered.

Alexander nodded again, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Alexander revved the car engine, smoothly driving toward his parents’ mansion.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at their destination and Alexander parked in the garage, prompting Gwendolyn to step out of the car, feeling the cool air brush against her skin.

“Give me your hand, Gwendolyn,” Alexander purred, his voice low and commanding.

Alexander extended his hand toward Gwendolyn, and without hesitation, she placed hers in his, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

He leaned closer to Gwendolyn, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered in a hushed tone, “Make sure you act as a loving partner, and I’ll do the same.”

Alexander voice was rich with authority, sending a subtle tremor through her.

Slowly, he pulled away, his hand still holding hers as he led the way into the mansion.

Gwendolyn’s heart raced.

Now that she was inside Alexander’s parents’ grand mansion, an uneasy knot twisted in her stomach.

The weight of the situation hit her all at once, and her nerves threatened to overwhelm her.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she was truly ready for this.

‘Besides… What if I’m rushing things? What if Alexander turns out to be worse than Louis?’ Gwendolyn thought, her heart pounding in her ‘Would I be trapped in another dangerous game, just like with Louis? Would this new arrangement turn out to be even more complicated than I could handle?

Sigh!

Upon arriving at the entrance door of the sitting room, Alexander pressed the doorbell.

Moments later, the door opened, revealing a young man standing in front of it.

Stunned!

Gwendolyn froze, silently wishing for the ground to swallow her whole.

“Alex!” The young man exclaimed, his arms spreading wide as he embraced Alexander.

Alexander, letting go of Gwendolyn’s hand, wrapped his arms around his brother, returning the warm hug.

Slowly, the young man pulled away from the hug, his gaze shifting to the side as his gaze landed on Gwendolyn. “Babe!” he exclaimed, pulling her into a warm embrace.

Gwendolyn stiffened, completely caught off guard. This was not how she had imagined things unfolding.

Alexander, taken aback by the moment, quickly turned to Gwendolyn. “Sweetheart, do you know him?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

Gwendolyn nod her head, her eyes wide with unease.

The young man, still hugging onto Gwendolyn, leaned away from the embrace, arching a brow at Alexander. “Alex, did you just call her sweetheart?” he asked, a teasing smirk forming on his lips.

Alexander chuckled, his tone calm but firm. “Yes, Louis. Meet my wife—Gwendolyn Preston.”

Louis blinked, stunned. “Huh? Your wife?” he echoed, his gaze darting sharply between his brother and Gwendolyn. “Alex, this… this is Gwendolyn—my fiancée.”

Alexander and Gwendolyn agreed to meet in front of the city courthouse and as Gwendolyn arrived, she began making her way toward the entrance of the court building.

Just then, a loud car horn blared from across the street, stopping her in her tracks.

Gwendolyn turned swiftly, her eyes narrowing.

Even from a distance, she instantly recognized the man from the previous night—his head tilted casually out of the car window, a familiar, unreadable expression on his face.

With a smile glimmering in Gwendolyn’s eyes, she rushed over to the car and slid into the front seat.

“What’s your name?” Alexander asked, a file resting on his thigh as he looked at her.

“My name is Gwendolyn Pre…” she hesitated, the words catching in her throat.

Gwendolyn swallowed hard, debating if revealing her full name was the best thing to do.

‘Besides, what if he finds out I’m from a wealthy family? she wondered. ‘But then again… I’m getting contractually married to him. He’s going to find out one way or another.’

Taking in a sharp breath, Gwendolyn forced a casual smile, trying to keep her nerves in check.

“Gwendolyn,” he called out, her name rolling off his tongue like a soft breeze.

Alexander’s voice was deep, smooth, and carried a weight that made her cheeks flush with unexpected heat. Her eyes locked onto his, unable to look away.

“I think I need to know your last name before this marriage can happen,” he added, his tone calm but firm.

She nodded, compelled by the way he looked at her—his gaze cold, yet possessive. “My… my name is Gwendolyn Preston,” she purred, her voice barely above a whisper, but still clear enough for his sharp ears to catch.

“Nice to meet you, Gwendolyn Preston. I’m Alexander Bradford,” he said, his voice firm.

Gwendolyn nodded. She had expected him to flinch, or at least show a hint of recognition at her last name, but to her surprise, he didn’t even bat an eye.

‘Could it be that he has no idea I’m from a wealthy family?’ she wondered, curiosity bubbling beneath her composed expression.

As Gwendolyn continued to question herself, Alexander slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

His fingers moved quickly across the screen as he dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, he pressed the phone to his ear.

“I need a background check on Gwendolyn Preston,” he said coolly. “And I want it in five minutes.”

Before the person on the other end could respond, Alexander ended the call without hesitation.

Gwendolyn’s heart skipped. Panic surged through her veins.

‘What if he finds out I was engaged just yesterday? Gosh! That would land me in so much trouble,’ she thought, her chest rising and falling with growing anxiety.

‘And why does he seem like someone with a hidden identity? Could he be a gangster? He speaks so coldly,’ she mumbled to herself, her brows furrowing as suspicion crept in.

Alexander, still unfazed by Gwendolyn’s anxious glances, opened the file resting on his thigh. “This is the contract,” he began, his voice calm and detached. “We’re to act as husband and wife for one year. In public, we play the role of a loving couple. In private, we’re nothing more than strangers under one roof. No intimacy. You’ll live with me, but our personal lives stay untouched.”

He looked up briefly, locking eyes with her before continuing. “At the end of the year, you’ll receive ten million dollars. You won’t owe me a cent—I’m the one paying you. But here’s the most important clause: if either of us breaks the contract by revealing it to the public, we’ll pay a fine of one hundred million dollars.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes widened in shock. “A hundred million dollars?” She asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

Alexander didn’t flinch. He simply nodded. “Why the surprise? Or are you planning on exposing our marriage contract already?”

He raised an eyebrow, his tone sharp, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a quieter, more intense level. “And tell me, who exactly is your family? What company do they own because last night, you mentioned offering me shares in it. What’s your game, Gwendolyn?”

Alexander believed that getting to know Gwendolyn, even briefly, would benefit him.

Besides, he doesn’t want to enter into a contractual marriage with someone who didn’t come from an influential family.

“Do you really need to know the name of my parents’ compa—”

Gwendolyn’s words trailed off as the ringing of Alexander’s phone cut her off.

He picked up the call, pressing it to his ear, his attention sharpening as he listened closely.

“Boss, Gwendolyn Preston is the sole heir of Gyapm Corporation, one of the most powerful companies in the country. She’s the first daughter of the Preston family, and she has a stepsister, Calista Preston, who…”

“That’s all for now. Thanks,” Alexander said, cutting the off the person from the other end of the call as he hung up with a sharp click.

He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small, satisfied smile.

Now that he knew Gwendolyn was from a respected family, he felt a sense of relief. At least she wouldn’t be after his wealth, and more importantly, his parents would be pleased with the alliance.

‘Besides, it seems like her parents threatened her just as mine did,’ Alexander thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Here’s the contract. Review it now, so I can hand it over to my lawyer,” he said, passing the file to Gwendolyn with a deliberate calmness.

She took the contract and a pen from him, her fingers brushing against his briefly before she opened the file and began reading, her brow furrowing as she carefully scanned the terms.

‘I bet he can’t even afford a hundred million if he ever breaches the contract, so this is mostly in my favor. And besides, I’d rather marry a total stranger than Louis, who I’ve known for five years,’ Gwendolyn thought, her eyes still scanning the contract with a sense of determination.

Everything seemed fine in the contract, as his terms were quite reasonable. ‘As long as I get my parents company, then this contract is as easy as cake,’ Gwendolyn thought, a smirk tugging at her lips.

With that, she signed it and handed the contract back to Alexander.

He took the contract, signing it swiftly. “I hope you’re satisfied with the terms and that you’ll keep your end of the bargain,” he said, his voice steady, though there was a hint of expectation in his tone.

Gwendolyn nodded. “I will,” she replied solemnly, forcing a smile across her lips.

“Very good then.” Alexander’s tone was clipped as he stepped out of the car. “Wait here while I drop off the contract to be finalized.”

With that, he made his way toward the courthouse, his purposeful stride leaving no room for hesitation.

Minutes later, Alexander emerged from the courthouse as he made his way back to the car.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, he started the engine with a smooth motion. “We’re paying a visit to my parents now,” he stated, his voice firm.

“Umm, now?” Gwendolyn asked, her curiosity piqued.

He nodded without hesitation. “Now.”

Gwendolyn swallowed hard, the weight of the situation settling in. “Okay, but after that, you’ll have to pay a visit to my parents too,” she countered.

Alexander nodded again, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Alexander revved the car engine, smoothly driving toward his parents’ mansion.

Thirty minutes later, they arrivetheir destination and Alexander parked in the garage, prompting Gwendolyn to step out of the car, feeling the cool air brush against her skin.

“Give me your hand, Gwendolyn,” Alexander purred, his voice low and commanding.

Alexander extended his hand toward Gwendolyn, and without hesitation, she placed hers in his, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver do