𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑰𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 16

The morning sun pierced through the aeroplane window, casting a harsh light on the reality of my situation. My head throbbed with the remnants of last night's alcohol, and I struggled to piece together the hazy memories. As I glanced at the sleeping figure beside me, the weight of our impulsive decision came crashing down.

𝑈𝑔ℎℎ. 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠. I got out of bed, feeling the heavy weight of material around my body. 𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠? I thought to myself as I looked through the mirror. I rubbed my face only for my eyes to stumble on... a ring. On my ring finger.
𝑂ℎ.𝑀𝑦. 𝐺𝑜𝑠ℎ. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?

"You are awake. I would not suggest opening your phone right now."

The voice startled me as I turned around to see him in the chair in the corner of the room. The curtains were still closed, but enough light radiated through the room to see him sitting there with his laptop out.

"What is going on?"

"We got married," he said flatly. "And we need to figure out how to handle this mess."

"What do you mean got married?"
I felt the flashes coming back from last night. "Do you take -"
"I do." Oh my gosh. "Look, we need to get going. We are going to figure this out. Just pack your bags. Our flight is in 40 minutes."

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The private jet was luxurious, but it offered no comfort as I thought about the media storm awaiting us. Our accidental marriage in Vegas was a story that tabloids would devour. I could already picture the headlines: "Billionaire Boss Marries Assistant in Drunken Vegas Ceremony."

"Look, we will meet you at the office. Make sure Chloé gets to Grandpa first. We don't need her feeling overwhelmed right now," I heard him talk to someone on the phone. The moment he ended the call, I gently nudged him, my heart pounding as he stirred. "Nico, we need to talk."

Before he could respond, a flight attendant knocked on the door, her demeanour professional, but her eyes filled with curiosity. "Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios, we're about to land. There are reporters waiting for you."

Well, so much for having time to fix this. This was a disaster. One drink.

Nico rubbed his temples, looking more stressed than I'd ever seen him. "We'll deal with it," he said, his voice firm. He turned to me, his eyes softening. "Sophia, we'll get through this. Together."

The jet landed smoothly, but my stomach churned with anxiety. As we stepped off the plane, the flash of cameras and the barrage of questions hit us like a tidal wave.

"Mr. Vasilios, is it true you married your assistant in Vegas?"

"Sophia, how do you feel about becoming Mrs. Vasilios overnight?"

"Is this a publicity stunt or true love?"

Nico tightened his grip on my hand, guiding me through the crowd with practised ease. He faced the reporters with a composed expression, though I could see the tension in his jaw.

"Thank you for your interest, but we have no comments at this time," he said smoothly, shielding me from the relentless photographers.

We managed to escape to the car waiting for us, and as soon as the doors closed, the weight of the situation hit me. "Nico, what are we going to do?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "First, we need to talk to Zaina and Xion. They'll help us figure this out."

The drive to the office was silent, each of us lost in our thoughts. I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. This wasn't just a personal scandal; it could have serious repercussions for both our careers.