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Contractually Married

As they openly say 'life isn't fair', well for me, that's exactly the definition of my own life...not until I reached the age of 18, where I signed the most stupid arrangement and contract in my life. Do you know what consist of that 'so-called' arrangements? Well, let me tell you... it's just me and my name who and which is going to be tied 'contractually' to the end of the name of my jerk of a (so-called) husband. You heard that---Contractually? Yes. We're just going to be 'contractually 'married' for five years.. for five long years. And since it's only for five years, we don't have to act like those typical husband and wife or a lovey-dovey-couple that you can see everywhere holding each other's hands while walking, hugging, kissing.. and ohh.. eating each other's face. Because that's exactly the opposite situation of our 'marriage'. He hates me with all his guts and same with me, although I really don't know why and where his hates coming from. - - - - - - - - - - - - So, here I am... Arriana Angela Kelley- Smith, married to Alexander Jonathan Smith who is known to be one of the successful and richest bachelor 'slash' womanizer in the whole business state of California. Hmmp! little did they know, he was already married 'to me' four years ago.

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Chapter forty-four: Naughty thoughts

Rian's POV:

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Cari started to throw some of my dress on top of my bed, including shoes and accessories.

"Cari, what are you doing?" I just came out from the bathroom and I asked her after seeing all the mess in my room. 

"Choosing your dress for the event." she said not even bothered.

"Choosing or messing?"  I can't believe the number of dress she pulled from the closet and the different shoes on the floor.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that. Just take the blower and blow your hair so we can start our ritual."

I chuckled at her word. "Ritual? What are you, a faith healer?"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever! Just go and dry your hair, so we can start doing your make up."

"Fine!" I sit on the chair in front of my makeup stand and started to blow my hair. I am still on my towel, but she said it's okay so I can move freely while I'm waiting for the result of her job.