Chapter 7
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Brielle had buried herself in work for the past few days, using every report and proposal as a distraction from the chaotic swirl of emotions that threatened to pull her under. But today, as she organized the financial documents for the merger, the weight of the impending deal hung heavily in the air. Owen had summoned her to his office, and she felt a mix of apprehension and anticipation as she walked the familiar path.
The moment she entered his office, the atmosphere shifted. Owen stood by his desk, arms crossed, radiating authority, but he seemed to be bothered about something. His eyes bore into her with an intensity that made her heart race for reasons she couldn’t quite comprehend.
“Brielle,” he said, in a low voice, “we need to talk about the merger.”
“Of course,” she replied, her throat tightening as she took a seat across from him. There was an electric tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the weighty conversation ahead.
“We’re at a critical juncture,” Owen continued, leaning forward, his expression serious. “The investors are increasingly concerned about our public image. They want stability, and I need to present a solid family image as part of the deal.”
Brielle’s brow furrowed, confusion washing over her. “What do you mean by a family image?”
“I need to be married to secure this deal. It’s the final piece of the puzzle.” His gaze held hers, unwavering and fierce.
“What?” The word escaped her lips in a shocked whisper. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am,” he replied, his tone firm. “The investors want a stable family unit to feel secure in their investment. I need you to fit in that position.”
The reality of his proposition settled heavily in the air. “This is a business arrangement?” she asked, her voice trembling. “You’re proposing a marriage of convenience?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart race. “This isn’t a request, Brielle. It’s a necessity. The benefits are clear: you’ll keep your position in the company, and I’ll secure the deal. It’s mutually beneficial.”
Brielle felt the ground shift beneath her. “But this isn’t just a contract, Owen! We’re talking about marriage. It’s supposed to mean something.”
“Right now, it’s what we need,” he said, the authority in his voice leaving no room for argument. “You can either marry me or quit. Those are your options.”
The ultimatum hit her like a punch to the gut. Brielle felt trapped, her heart racing with panic. The thought of losing her job was unbearable, yet the idea of entering a marriage that felt so hollow made her stomach churn.
“Why me?” she finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why not someone else?”
“Because I trust you,” he replied, his voice steady, filled with conviction. “You’re reliable, intelligent, and you can navigate this world with me. I can’t afford to bring anyone else into this situation.”
“Could it really work?” she challenged, her heart pounding. “How can you be so sure? We won’t even be a real couple.” She sighed. “This isn’t what I planned for myself. What do I tell my family?… And my friends?—I can’t pretend like this isn’t crazy.”
“Does that really matter?” Owen got up from the chair. “This is not about love, it’s for the company and you also get to benefit from it—Listen, I don’t have the luxury of waiting for a lover. Sign the contract, or lose this job.”
Brielle felt helpless, a wave of emotions crashing over her. Part of her wanted to push back, to tell him he was out of his mind. But another part—the part that had fought to earn her place in the company—was terrified of the consequences of recusing his proposal. “I need time to think,” she finally said with a shaky voice.
“You don’t have long,” he shot back, the urgency in his tone cutting through the tension. “The investors expect an answer soon, and we can’t afford to delay. This is non-negotiable.”
With that, Brielle turned and walked out, her mind racing. The proposal echoed in her ears as she made her way down the corridor. She felt as if she were walking in a daze, the reality of the situation settling in like a weight on her chest.
She sat down heavily on her desk, her thoughts were drowning her into a deep ocean uncertainty. Marry Owen? The man she had worked alongside, who was so full of himself. “What does he even know about marriage?—Damn it!” She kicked her desk. Could she really go through with it?
The minutes passed agonizingly slow. She envisioned her life without the job she loved, and it felt unbearable. Yet the thought of entering a loveless marriage made her stomach twist.
Brielle put her head in her hands, her heart aching. She felt utterly alone in her decision, caught between her career and her heart. The phone rang, breaking her reverie, but the voice on the other end barely registered as she fought against the tide of emotions.
The reality was clear: she was on the brink of a decision that could change everything.
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