Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

THE DEAL

KNOXX

Honestly, I'm shocked by the turn of events. I can't believe she's back. I underestimated her. I'm sitting alone at the bar, holding my glass of wine after dealing with my business associates. I can't stop thinking about her. She's something else. I can sense that she's here to reclaim her position.
I need to keep a close watch on her every move.
If I were to describe her, it's beauty and elegance. The way she carries herself is beyond perfect.

"Sir, someone asked me to give you this." A waiter handed me a small piece of paper.

Meet me in room 304.
Sam

"What the hell?" I crumpled the paper and clenched my fist. "I knew it."
I have no idea what that woman is up to. But why should I care? I'm Knoxx Sanders, one of the most influential men in the country. It's because of Samantha that my fiancée and our unborn child died. I hate her so much; I want her dead. She will never escape the hatred I have for her. My life became miserable because of her. Camille and I would have been happy now, raising our child. She was six months pregnant when they got into an accident because of Samantha's reckless driving. She had just left a party, drunk, and drove carelessly. A spoiled rich kid, she could do whatever she wanted.
I will make sure she pays for every day she's still alive. I never planned on attending this event, but since I became a shareholder of the company after buying a 15% stake three months ago, I decided to come. My real reason for getting involved was to exact revenge. I wanted to destroy her, and the best way to do that is to be close to her. But she disappeared, and her whereabouts were unknown—her social media accounts deactivated.
I was shocked to see her in that condition. She looked nothing like her photos on social media.
I signaled my bodyguards—I had no intention of meeting her. She thinks too highly of herself. Damn her!
As I left the lobby with my two bodyguards following, I needed to get out of here before I did something I might regret. It could ruin the long-standing plans I've worked on.

Sam

I admit I've lived a life of luxury, able to do whatever I wanted, buy anything I desired—latest phones, bags, shoes, dresses, cars, and more. But my life changed when I lost the only person who ever truly supported me—my mom.
My mom taught me everything. She made me believe that life is too short to waste. Live it and enjoy.
But when she passed away, I lost my direction. I was lost, with nowhere to turn. I felt empty.
Then things got worse after I was involved in a car accident and kidnapped. I was accused of killing innocent lives. It even came to a point where my life was at stake for something I never wanted or would have wanted. Now, I want to make things right while I still can. And I'll start with the man responsible for my current situation—Knoxx Sanders.
From where I'm sitting, I can see the entire city. The lights, the buildings, the cars moving below. I'm hoping he'll show up. I only have a 1% chance, but I'll hold onto that.
I've been staring out the window for 30 minutes from this high-rise building. It's one of the most luxurious hotels in the city, where the rich, politicians, and celebrities often check in.

"It's against my will to be here. Don't expect anything good from me." I turned to face him and smiled.
"But you came."
"Enough of this nonsense. What do you want?"
"Marry me!" I looked into his angry eyes and saw the fire burning inside. He wanted to strangle me to death.
"Are you crazy? You're out of your mind, Portman. You're nothing but a spoiled girl running around!" he shouted.
I wasn't angry at all. That's how most people see me, and I don't care.
"You'll get everything you want—your revenge, my misery. You can have all of it as long as you marry me." I tried not to show any weakness. I've always been known for being tough, and showing vulnerability wouldn't help me now. "Let's make a deal."
"And you expect me to make a deal with you?" He pointed at me, ready to leave.
"I'll give you, my company." He paused. "And a chance to get your revenge." He turned to face me again.
"Kill me after you get everything, just don't fall in love with me."
If this is the only way to save the company, I'll do whatever it takes—even if it means marrying the man who tried to kill me. Call me crazy for proposing to him, but I can't let my parents' company fall into greedy hands.

"You really are insane." He smirked. "You know how much I hate you. I despise you!" His voice was deafening. We were about four meters apart, so I wheeled myself closer to him.
"Is that why you want me dead? Sad to say, I'm still alive, Mr. Sanders." I smiled at him, knowing it irritated him. I forced myself to stand, despite the pain in my leg. I could feel his eyes on me. I reached for the envelope on the table and handed it to him. I showed no sign of weakness in front of him. "Take this."
"What the hell is this?"
"Read it. It's a contract."
"I don't know where you get your strength, Portman. I'm not playing games with you."
"I have CCTV footage from the day you kidnapped me, Mr. Sanders." I returned to my wheelchair, as my leg was hurting again.
"You think a CCTV footage will scare me?"
"Why wouldn't it? I came prepared, Sanders." I stared at him for a long time. "Who do you think people will believe—me or you? I'm in a wheelchair, as you can see." I grinned, locking eyes with him. "You're powerful, I know that. And you're richer than me. But I didn't come here unarmed, and I'm not playing games. I'm offering you a deal. Take it or leave it."
He stepped closer, just three steps away.
"You'll pay for this." He moved his face inches from mine—just a few centimeters apart. I could smell his breath. "I'll play your games if that's what you want."