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

Arranged Marriage 10

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In this chapter you find something out about Finley's family so that I can start doing a bit more with the story.

I'll still keep it fun though, honest.

Not sure how funny this one is though because I had to make sure I put down some stuff.

But there are some moments in there!!

Love, Callie! Enjoy x x x

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I sat down at a large glass table. It must have taken hours to keep it this sparkling white and I doubt whether Mrs. Boefield would have got down on her hands and knees to do it. There were silver thread place mats at four seats at one end of the table. I was sat on my own side with the fat Mr Boefield at the head on my right and Mrs Boefield and Finley were sat opposite me, his mother smiling at him the and asking about what's been happening while the first course was brought out and Mr. Boefield shook hands with me.

"You've kept my son from me for so long, Fleur!" said Mrs. Boefield. What did they think was happening with my parents then? They act like I really want this marriage and to be away from my family. No, I don't get my mum most of the time and I hate, hate my dad, but I do miss her. I refrained from saying this though as I knew they could call off the wedding at any second.

Ok, I'm being a bit of a hypocrite right now because I said I don't want to marry Finley but I've been doing some thinking... I have to do this now. I'm mad with my mother for making me move in with Finley before the marriage because now I will not be able to find a nicer, well off man who could help my family out with money but I still love her.

She's going to be miserable stuck in that small house with father anyway. He's famous for with temper and I don't want her to be stuck like that forever. So I will marry Finley. But then I'll divorce him, I'll make his life miserable so that he asks for a divorce, I'll get half his money, my grandfather's business and investments will be open for me too because I'll be 18 then and have been married so everything will be great! Good plan, right? Apart from the having to live with Finley first but there's nothing I can do until then. It's just sharing a house with him when we're married that I'm scared of now, it's those days that he'll literally own me.

"Sorry, Mrs. Boefield," I said smiling sweetly. "I guess we'll have to share him from now on." I gave an even sweeter smile to Finley, acting as if I really did love him. Finley could easily see that I was just being sarcastic and narrowed his eyes at me, then smiled back broadly as his mum turned to him.

"Call me Linda," she said, kindly. Maybe I misjudged her to begin with.

I took another bite of my starter, finishing it, and waited for the next course while listening to Mr. Boefield, or Alex, talk about one of their world tour holidays, and Linda's very unfunny shopping stories with celebs. Although my family had been rich, we'd never really mixed with those type of people.

"Are any of your family in show business," Alex asked, between ridiculously large forkfuls of pasta.

"No, but my cousin was mistaken for Colin Firth once," I said shrugging and vividly remembering the incident and the woman's son holding up a pen and paper for an autograph.

"Ah, that's lovely. It's nice to get compliments like that," Mr. Boefield said, laying his cutlery down before anyone else.

"She didn't think so," I said laughing. As you can probably guess, that particular cousin was very ugly and she had an unfortunately large amount of facial hair.