Pay, or Marry?

"I said pretend, not be suspicious."

I ran past the guards as they chased me. They were faster than me as I can hear them approaching me. I ran closer to the main door but there were guards already, blocking my way.

"Fuck!" I shouted before I stopped running. How am I supposed to go to work now?

"Don't try to escape." A voice can be heard, echoing from the distance. I already knew it was Zavien by how deep the voice is.

"Can I at least go to work?" I asked, trying to convince him for me to go to work but he shook his head, not wanting me to go.

"You are my husband now, you don't have to work."

"How does that makes sens-"

"You just have to come with me every day."

"Can you stop cutting my sentence? I'm so freaking d-"

"Go back to our room and change your clothes. we're going ou-"

"BLAH BLAH BLAH" I cut his sentence before I walked passed him, following his orders to go back to our bedroom.

"Can someone escort me so I don't get lost again?" I asked one of the guards before 2 guards escorted me towards our bedroom.

Once I changed to the clothes he wanted me to wear, the guards escorted me to the main door as a car, a fucking tesla, was waiting for me outside already. If I could just run away after walking passed the door, I will do it. But there were guards on the gates as well. I have nowhere else to go. The guard opened the car door for me before I went inside, sitting beside Zavien.

"Pretend you like me when we're at our company." He said before the car starts driving.

"And why would I?" I asked. This was just too much, to be honest.

"Did you not read the contract?" He asked, looking at me with his dead expression.

"It only says there that I have to marry you. I don't need to pretend shit-" The crazy creditor grabbed a paper that was probably the contract before he read it in front of me.

"Number 3, The person who will sign the contract has to follow the order of Zavien Silviu-"

"Blah blah blah I know," I said, cutting his sentence before Zavien put the paper back into his suitcase.

The driver parked his car in the parking lot and he also opened the door for both of us. At least I can get to feel fancy just once.

"Follow me," Zavien said as I just followed his order. Ughh, I hate this. As I walked inside the building, people started to look at us until we came to the elevator.

"Congratulations, Mr. Silvius." A person who's already inside the elevator said.

"Thank you, Sir," Zavien said as he bowed at the person. I'm assuming that person is higher than Zavien?

"This is your... husband?" The person said as he looked at me. Oh no, here comes the pretending.

"Good morning, Sir," I said, smiling at him.

"Yes, Mr. Clarke. He's my husband." Zavien said, answering Mr. Clarke's question.

"Where did you meet him?" Mr. Clarke asked. Is this some kind of interview?

"We met at the rfghdlkrufvxcv"

"Park"

"Restaurant" We both answered and our answer was too different.

"Where?" Mr. Clarke answered as he was now suspicious of both of us.

"OH- We met at the Park, and on the next day, we met at the restaurant again," I answered, trying to cover the mess I made.

"Oh... so it's quite a destiny, huh?" Mr. Clarke said before we both chuckled. The elevator dings and I knew it was our floor. We both bowed at Mr. Clarke before the elevator closes.

"Why the fuck did you answer?"

"You said you wanted me to pretend" I answered Zavien's question.

"I said pretend, not be suspicious."