Arranged Marriage: Hot,Cocky, But he's not going to ruin my life!

Arranged Marriage 2

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Bradley was out, meeting up with his friends then his parents later. My own parents took this as the perfect time to talk to me about something that had obviously been bothering them for a few days now.

"Fleur, dear," Mum said, sounding genuinely caring for once. "Fleur!" Back to normal again. She turned off the tv in the living room. "Your father and I would like to speak to you."

"What now?" I asked. I'm gonna regret speaking like that, to my dad especially. He was a high flying business man so spent hardly any time at home but when he did you knew about it.

"Sit up this instant! And don't you dare talk like that again!" he warned face turning red but Mum calmed him down.

"You my have already realised this but your father and I are in a massive amount of debt at the moment." What? Hello? I'm living in a twelve bed roomed house in London's outskirts, what were they talking about. "We- We've had to sell the business and our homes everywhere before, well, before it gets even worse. I know you aren't fond of this wedding but Bradley's family have enough money to support us. We noticed that you seem to be trying to put them off the wedding, but I'm warning you now, if they find out we have lost the money they will call it off."

"We've got a week left in this house," my Dad put in as Mum broke down crying. I felt so sorry for her, so sorry for myself. "If you're not married by then we cannot live like we do now, we've enough money for a three-bed in Harden. I hope that puts it in perspective for you." I gasped. Surely it couldn't be that bad that we would have to live in the impoverished Harden estates.

Grasping at straws I said, "What about my inheritance? What was it, like 9, 10 million, that Grandpa left me? I'll share it!"

I know what he's going to say though. I could get it until I was at least 18, 3 months time and I had to be married. If I didn't marry Bradley I'd have to marry from the lower classes. They'd keep the money for themselves and not let me divorce.

I ran crying from the room. I might seem like a spoiled brat but I'd only ever known riches. I'd even been taught to take over the business or to help my husband to run it more like, but that wasn't going to happen now. I was going to be tied to Bradley for the rest of my life.

I caught a movement above me as I ran to my room up several flights of stairs. Then I came face to face with Bradley looking rather smug, I could have slapped him, the idiot was supposed to be out. "What did you hear?!" I demanded.

He just looked back, cocky as ever. "Everything, and I think my parents will be damn interested in this."

"BASTARD!" I screamed at him, running and hitting his chest. He looked only the slightest bit irritated, grabbing my arms and throwing me aside before walking downstairs and out the door.

All we'd heard from the Brandons was a brief note telling us that they were having second thoughts about the wedding which translated to, Hahaha do you really think we're letting our son near your daughter? My mother spent most of the last week crying and packing. My dad was at home even less than usual, finding them jobs, us a house, etc. Another wedding was off the cards since everybody now knew of our situation now.

On the Saturday, we rolled up to our new house. It looked like a shack compared to our old home. All my things barely fitted in my room.

A week later again and I still hadn't got off my arse and gone to college. Why should I? My life was ruined as it was. I text my friends every night but I was getting the message now that they didn't want to talk to me. It was then that I wanted to cry for the first time since the Bradley incident.

There must be something I could do though. Something to get my old life back. I looked down my contact list and prayed biting my lip hard that I still had his number. I wasn't one for begging but I knew Bradley had wanted me sexually at least. Oh God, I hope this doesn't count as selling myself!

"Hi ya," I breathed nervously. His cocky tone was expected but he sounded a little hurt too at me.

"What?" he replied bluntly. OK, just breath slowly and say it.

"Are you sure you don't want to do the marrying thing because I was thinking and it doesn't sound that bad," I lied. Now for the bit I was dreading the most. "You know, I can see a lot of benefits for us," I was putting on my most silky, sexy voice but I could feel my stomach churning. "I'm sure I could find some way to repay you... personally." This is disgusting.

"And so the whore comes begging does she?" His voice was dripping with smugness. "You should have taken the offer earlier. We've moved back to Ireland now, anyway, so luckily I won't have to see you again, but you can keep on dreaming." The tone sounded down the phone as he hung up.

"GRR!" I cried. I curled up in a ball then and started hitting my legs. I'd made myself look a right slut and didn't even have anything to show for it!

I now have no friends, no money and practically no house. To top it off my parents were being really secretive and moody. They refused to talk to me as if it was somehow my fault. I wasn't taking the blame though, I mean, if there was one thing my dad was famous for it was his dodgy investments. I'm lucky that it was my Grandpa who invested my inheritance or else I doubt I'd have any money left at all, not that it can do me much good now anyway.

It was a Wednesday morning when Mum finally spoke to me again. I'd taken to staying in bed for half the morning but she came and was practically pulling me out of bed. "Ow! What's that for?" I said, trying to look at my bruised elbow in the mirror. She walked out of my room so I sighed and followed since there was no use trying to speak to her now.

In the kitchen, my dad was standing with his arm around my mum for the first time ever. It sounds wrong but seeing them this happy was making me nervous. "We have found a way out of our predicament," Dad said shortly, not even looking me in the eyes. "The Boefields contacted us and took pity," he said with venom in his voice. He hates people feeling sorry for him and hates the Mr. Boefield just as much. I'd never met any of them but I'd heard Dad cursing them enough. Something definitely wasn't right. "You are to marry their son Finley Boefield."

I couldn't feel elation at being removed from our poverty. As upset as I was, I'd grown to realise since my begging of Bradley, that I never wanted to be at a man's mercy again, at least not for years and years. "No!"

"Yes!" he said, eyes flaring. "His parents heard from the Brandons about us and it has been decided. We are signing the papers tonight in the capital and tomorrow you will be flying to their home." To their home?

"You promised you'd never do that!" I protested. I knew this Finley would be just the same as Bradley, do just the same if he could have his own way, they all would.

"Not only that," my dad continued, still ignoring me. "You will have to live with him for two months before you marry as a precaution to judge your character. The wedding should take place just before you're 18th birthday."