I was capable of taking over the company. Why the hell does he

ract, but we don't necessarily have to get married

take over the company, but you won't have

fucking me?" I

daughter. It's something beyond my control. If you don't get married, we will lose

his so calmly. I insist that this is a j

hen someone knocks on the door of my room. M

f a very attractive man. If I weren't s

u need?" I

down to the guests who are whispering t

you downstairs," says my co

ad the pleasure," he s

ou," I reply, c

son, your fiancé," he says, smil

son to approach me cautiously and sit me down

rying each other?" I ask, realizing that for him, it'

r of a girl, and thanks to my grandfather, who was always a greedy idiot, they created that agreement stating that we had to be married for a minimum of three years, or else they would lose all their assets. That's why I'm here to talk

universe. That must be it. I can'

o give it all up for the foolishness our parents

f an agreement my father signed many years ago. I wasn't even born when he did it.

heat on you or tarnish your name during these three years. I ask the s

hair. For a moment, I feel like getting lost in the blue of his eyes, but I snap back to reality

that comes ou

three years with a girl I don't know, not to mention that we won't have to be together privately as spouses. Clearly, in front of others, we must pretend to be happy, but I think the sacrifice is worth it. I'll repeat what you di

at I can't blindly trust your word regarding infidelity. You should get used to the idea that we won't be intimate; it's not going to happen. I'll continue with my studies du

en the two of us, but right now, people are waiting f

elf than to him, but to my misfortune, he

won't have to live with your parents dur

ask, looking at his f

gically, it's a different story," he re

wing my mother's teachings about appearances. What would they say if they knew everything that's happening with this engagement for marriage? I want to scream and show everyone present that it'

p and think that all this was a nightmare, that none of this is real. I look at my mother smiling proudly for the early

now him until a

all of this was a nightmare, that none of this is real. I look at my mother smiling proudly about her only daughter's upcoming wedding.

t to sleep in this house. I don't have loyal and sincere friends. I can't tell anyone about this. I

oodbyes, and I tense up when Mason

ersation," he suggests. I consider the idea for a moment,

tell him, taking his hand. I approach my parents and smile as I see them saying go

ant to take my fiancée for a walk

r," my mother r

want to see him right now. I feel to upset and betrayed by everyone. I feel like a toy, or rather, a commodity b

s like a theater. The smiles vanish in an instant, and we sit as far away from each othe

ll run out of time to clarify everythi

I just want to sleep, but not before clarifying everything wit

ciate about Mason, it's that he's a gentleman. We enter the elevator in silence, not even looking at which f