Marry me
711 Words
A young, handsome man with the aura of a god stood frozen, like a statue, unable to believe his eyes. The same petite belle who had captured his heart was standing mere meters away. It had only been a few days since they met, yet he had already been plunged into a web of overwhelming, unfazed emotions.
So many thoughts raced through his mind, and he hadn’t even realized he had already accepted the strength and resilience of his feelings for her. Being a third-generation heir and the CEO of a billion-dollar company, he had never been so terrified in his life. How could he both love and hate her at the same time?
He had watched her enter the mall and lingered until she exited—but simply observing wasn’t enough.
His troubled gaze remained fixed on her as she retreated. To say he was suspicious would be an understatement—he was petrified.
“Keep a close eye on her. Do not let her out of your sight,” he muttered to his P.A.
“Yes, Sir,” his aide replied.
A young man with distinctive features and questionable taste in fashion emerged from the restaurant, visibly upset and ready to throw a tantrum, judging by the grumpy set of his face.
“Big brother, come inside! It was hard getting you here, and now you just want to stare at your phone?” the doll-like beauty murmured coquettishly.
“Stop indulging yourself in trivial matters and focus on your responsibilities in the company. Relieve our parents of their worries, and share the burdens of the business. You have only three months to build the department you were assigned to—or I will seize your passport and all your cards, restricting your travel and frivolous spending,” he warned, his tone strict.
“Big brother, when will you stop acting like our aged parents? I am still young! I’m not ready to take on a role in the company—I just want to explore beautiful cities. Is that too much to ask? Corporate life is torture,” he whined, his face nearly as red as a tomato.
“You will have to grow up sooner or later. Since father retired, the others have been hell-bent on pushing us out of the company. Over time, they’ve become desperate, confrontational, and ruthless in their schemes. They’ve tried countless times to sabotage our contracts with other companies, costing millions. If not for my timely interventions, they would have succeeded.”
“Of course I know that. Just because I play around doesn’t mean I’m clueless about their underhanded activities. They’re always scheming in the shadows.”
“But you never told me about it. Your security is always lax. Do I need to remind you to stay alive?”
“I understand, brother. But tell me—what’s on your mind? You seem flustered. Did something happen?”
With a firm pat on his brother’s shoulder, he reassured him, “Nothing at all. I’m leaving first. The tab’s on me.”
Without waiting for a response, he exited the restaurant swiftly. Knowing his brother, he wouldn’t let him go without a fight—and some episodes. He had an agenda in mind: he had to confront her.
Her feud with her step-relatives was no secret in their circle. She seemed as notorious as the rumors claimed, yet these last few days had shifted the narrative. Still, he remained suspicious of her behavior that night.
For days, he had been her shadow—hovering, brooding, and struggling with his shaky, uncontrollable emotions. It was finally time to meet her officially.
His car was parked in the mini-mart lot minutes after her location was conveyed.
The moment she stepped out, she was immediately escorted to the car he occupied. Without waiting for him to speak, she blurted, “Are you one of the husbands my stepmother prepared for me?”
His face turned crimson instantly. How presumptuous—yet innocent. She was staring at him, likely wondering why his expression had turned red.
“Your stepmother didn’t send me. I have my own intentions,” he replied.
“Marry me first thing tomorrow morning,” he said, utterly flat.
She turned red.
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