Married To Mr.Wrong

•Mr.Wrong•

"Wait what is going on?" I ask. The man sighs. "I'm the head of a famous company...and well my assistant had to open his mouth and say I had a lover." The man says.

"Could you not hire someone to pretend to marry?" I ask. "No considering he told the press today and they all came to me looking for my 'fiancé'."

"So it had to be me?" I ask. "Well yeah who else was on the streets of Los Angeles?" The man asks.

"Look, I don't want any part of this." I say. "I wish it was that simple but take a look at the news."

He turned on a tv and it showed a photo of him kissing me. The title said 'The Girl Of Mr. Fong's Dreams'.

"Great now what do I do?" I ask in disbelief. "Look, we'll get to my company and discuss it." He says.

"First off, whats your name? Secondly, why not just say we're no longer together as of today?" I ask.

"Fong, Evan Fong. If I pretend to break up with you, it would be bad for my company." He says.

"Are you seriously more concerned about your company more than how I'm in this situation?" I ask.

"Well yes, I don't even know you." He says straightening his tie. "I have a name, it's Y/n." I reply.

"I really don't care. We're here anyway." He says as he gets out the car. I swear I just want to...

We walk into this huge building and we get into a elevator and head to the top floor. Once we were at the top,we headed to a room.

Inside were a bunch of business men. Evan took a seat in the largest chair and I stood to the side.

"So the situation...how are we gonna deal with it? I need ideas people! Ideas!" Evan says. Gosh he's so pushy.

"We can have her cheat." Someone says. "Then attention would go to her and not to us." Evan says.

"Pretends to fake her death?" Another person says. "No too much media and investigations would happen." Evan says.

"How about we carry out the marriage for a year and get a divorce?" Evan's eyes widen. "Perfect!"

"Wait hold on! I have to marry you?" I ask. "Yes." Evan says. "Id rather take the death idea." I say.

"Look, it's just for a year and everything will become normal okay? Okay...the wedding will take place next week!" Evan says.

I groan as I exit the room. I stand in the hallway, covering my face with my hands. "Just why does this happen to me?"