One With My Rival

chapter four

He doesn't look surprised. Doesn't even look the least bit bothered. He just levels me with a look that says "really?" in a very flat and very unimpressed yet amused tone.

"Have your mother withdraw" I demanded with the weight of this situation finally sinking in, sitting heavy on my shoulders.

There's something about his expressions and reactions- how unbothered he is that pisses me off so much and I'm currently pulling at every string of self restraint I have to not just kill him right here. Because even though I'm clinging on my last line of sanity, I'm still relatively aware that despite being in this dingy alleyway, we're still in public.

I feel my eye twitch.

Why is he so calm about this?

"Why are you smiling like that?" I scowled at him which only makes his smile widen. He shrugs. Unbothered and unperturbed by the fact he's pinned against the wall of some smelly alleyway. This just makes him look like he's aware of something I'm not.

I don't like it.

It's pissing me off even more.

"I just find it cute- if not tragic, that you think I'll just gladly go along with this" I scowled.

"Well aren't you?" He barely said a word the entire night, barely argued, barely did anything at all.

"Darling-"

"Don't call me that"

"This shit will be another fake story those two women will believe" My grip around his dress shirt loosens.

"So unless you want to actually, you know be legally married to me, I suggest you pack up your acting skills and just play along" My arm falls to my side, brain catching up on what he's hinting at. He makes no intention to move and neither did I so we're still relatively close when I match his gaze.

"What about the papers?" That's one of the biggest problems here.

Besides the actual marriage itself and the person involved.

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God, this entire ordeal is just one big problem in general.

Our identity is probably one of the most important thing to us as spies. It's basically protocol in surviving to this line of work to live a different life and be a different person everyday just to protect who we really are.

Some spies choose to lay low, blend in the crowd and be a different persona to every person they encounter. Whereas Lucas chooses to use the money and power that comes from being a CEO to keep him safe, I choose to use my connections with customers and the people I have deals with as my extra pairs of eyes and ears.

There's more to it than just making art and selling them, you know.

There's really no right or wrong way to do this when the end goal is basically the same.

To survive.

If any of our original documents get involved in this stupid marriage, there's a higher risk of us getting exposed and there are more chances of people we're not on good terms finding us.

Frankly speaking, my mother's the only one who has access to the last copy of my original documents since she's the only relative/ family member I have left.

It's a miracle she hasn't broadcasted that information when she's the type of person to do such thing.

"I'm not a fucking amateur. I have people working on it" I blink once, twice, before snapping out of my own thoughts. Realizing there's no need to stand this close to him, I took a step back. Not too much though just incase this snake makes a run for it.