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Story: His Ring, Her Rules
After a few seconds, I heard his deep, velvety voice, which sent shivers down my spine: “Hello?” “
Not wanting to waste any time, I said those words that would change my life for the worse. I don’t know what the future holds; would I be able to survive with him, or will I give up?
“Fine. I will marry you! “
I was seated in a restaurant in the late afternoon, and the next day I decided to marry that arsehole.
He requested me, no, he commanded me to come here to sign the documents.
It was a fancy restaurant, the type of place where we conducted our meetings.
I was seated in a private eating room that he had reserved as I went through my phone, attempting to divert myself and chill off.
A few minutes after arriving, I noticed someone approaching me out of the corner of my eye, and expecting it to be that arsehole, I lifted my head to see someone else.
A man approached me with a nice grin, and I stood up.
“Hi,” he said cordially, standing in front of me, “you must be Miss Hayes.”
He extended his arm for a handshake, and I shook his hand, saying, “Hello…how are you? “
“I’m Kena Max, Jaxon’s best friend,” he introduced himself. So this is that a*****e’s best friend, I assumed.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Max,” I responded, sitting down opposite him.
“You can call me Kena.”
“Then you can call me Vivian.”
He chuckled and replied, “As you say, Vivian.”
He appeared far nicer to me than that arsehole; at the very least, he had manners.
“You know what,” I said, “your surname reminds me of someone…”
“Magnus Max?” “he finished the sentence for me, and I stared at him in disbelief.
“How did you guess? “I questioned, letting out a giggle.
“You think I’ve never played Red Dead Redemption 2?”
“That’s amazing! “I exclaimed, “I mean…we have something in common.”
“That is excellent to hear. I played both games a year ago, and they were very excellent; I fell in love with the characters, particularly Magnus Max.”
“Umm…I actually played the second part, but yeah, I know the story of the first one too, so I am equally attached to Magnus Max as well as John Marston.”
“How about we play the game again sometime? “he questioned, leaning closer to the table.
“Of course.”
“And I’d be calling you Max rather than Kena now,” I said, to which he chuckled, “I’d love to hear you say that.”
Kena Max was such a wonderful man; he was lovely, courteous, and had manners, unlike Jaxon Dante, who acted like an arsehole.
I’m wondering why he’s late.
“Where’s that a*s, I mean, your friend? “I questioned him.
Just as he stepped in, we turned our attention to him, and Kena murmured, “Talk of the devil, and the devil appears.”
I could not help but laugh at him.
Mr. Dante was dressed in a suit as usual, and his unkempt hair suggested that he had been busy with one of his whores, which is why he was late.
“What are you doing here?” “he asked Kena, who simply rolled his eyes and said, “Hello to you as well, Jaxon.”
Mr. Dante shot him a scowl before turning his attention to me and forming a little grin on his face, knowing that I had lost and he had won.
He took a seat next to Kena, opposite me.
“You may leave now, Kena,” he remarked once again, to which Kena whimpered, “Mayn’t I watch my brother finally getting engaged? “
“I’m not your brother,” Mr. Dante stated.
“Ok…you are my best friend.”
“Unfortunately,” Mr. Dante remarked, rolling his eyes. Kena pouted his lips.
Anyway, Kena stood up and turned to face me, saying, “It was a joy to meet the great Vivian Hayes. I hope to see you again.
He then brought my hands to his lips and delicately kissed my knuckles, and I responded, “Likewise.”
And he departed…
So it was now just the arsehole and myself.
He took out some papers and set them on the table in front of me before pulling out a pen.
“You can read these papers that state that as we marry, we will merge our companies, and it even says that you cannot disclose to the media that our marriage is a forgery, that it is simply an arranged marriage.” And we have to appear like genuine couples in public,” he continued as I glanced at and flipped through the papers.
After reading them, I added, “My assistant, who also happens to be my best friend, knows about this marriage, and…he won’t tell anyone.”
“Fine by me…Kena knows it too, and no one else.”
He studied me closely as he sat back in his chair, waiting for me to sign the paperwork.
I took a deep breath and told myself that I was just doing this for the benefit of my company.
And then… I signed those awful papers, and he laughed evilly at me before signing them himself.
After signing the paperwork, he took out a tiny black box and unwrapped it, revealing a stunning ring with a large oval-shaped diamond in the center.
He pushed the box towards me, and I took the ring and stared at it for a few seconds before deciding to wear it; of course, he was not going to force me to wear it.
I was going to put it on when he stopped me and pulled it from my grasp, and I stared at him, confused.
He astonished me even more when he extended his hand for me to place my hand in. I was taken aback.
But, in any case, I placed my hand in his, and his contact caused a tingling feeling on my hand and butterflies in my stomach.
What the hell?! I’m not supposed to feel that, so I immediately eliminated those sensations, but I couldn’t help but notice the tingling sensation on my hand.
He gazed at me before moving the ring down my ring finger.
I was already engaged! (Note the sarcasm.)
He then stood up, and so did I.
“Goodbye, Mr. Dante,” I replied as I walked by him, but he grabbed my wrist and drew me back; I gazed at him, perplexed by his behavior.
“I think it’s Jaxon for you, starting now,” he said.
“I think ‘arsehole’ would be better,” I said, and he became enraged.
“Watch that mouth of yours, Vivian, or else I know how to shut it myself,” he threatened me before walking away, and I couldn’t help but think about how my name sounded on his tongue.
A few days passed…
“I still can’t believe you’re marrying him,” Jona remarked, cramming his teeth with the banoffee pie I baked.
“I can’t believe it either, Jona,” I moaned and set my fork down on the dish.
I cooked banoffee pie on Sunday and invited Jona over to enjoy it with me.
When the media found out about our engagement, they went crazy; it became difficult to even get to my workplace without the paparazzi harassing me with questions.
I had to spend the entire week in my penthouse while that arsehole traveled to London on a business trip.
The wedding occurred the next month, and it was dubbed the ‘wedding of the decade’; however, I learned this from one of the news channels.
I was supposed to marry Jaxon Dante, the magnificent Jaxon Dante who doesn’t even know how to appreciate me. I feel like sobbing; did I give up too easily? But I didn’t have any other option.
“This is the best banoffee pie I’ve ever had,” Jona remarked, and I grinned back, “Thanks.”
But the smile didn’t stay long since I was concerned about everything; my life was about to change.
“Vivian? “Jona called quietly, and I looked up to him.
He offered me a sorrowful grin and clasped my hand.
“Everything will be ok,” he told me. “I know you don’t like him, nor does he like you. You two are strangers getting married, but believe me, I know you are strong, I believe in you, and you can do it.
Not wanting to waste any time, I said those words that would change my life for the worse. I don’t know what the future holds; would I be able to survive with him, or will I give up?
“Fine. I will marry you! “
I was seated in a restaurant in the late afternoon, and the next day I decided to marry that arsehole.
He requested me, no, he commanded me to come here to sign the documents.
It was a fancy restaurant, the type of place where we conducted our meetings.
I was seated in a private eating room that he had reserved as I went through my phone, attempting to divert myself and chill off.
A few minutes after arriving, I noticed someone approaching me out of the corner of my eye, and expecting it to be that arsehole, I lifted my head to see someone else.
A man approached me with a nice grin, and I stood up.
“Hi,” he said cordially, standing in front of me, “you must be Miss Hayes.”
He extended his arm for a handshake, and I shook his hand, saying, “Hello…how are you? “
“I’m Kena Max, Jaxon’s best friend,” he introduced himself. So this is that a*****e’s best friend, I assumed.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Max,” I responded, sitting down opposite him.
“You can call me Kena.”
“Then you can call me Vivian.”
He chuckled and replied, “As you say, Vivian.”
He appeared far nicer to me than that arsehole; at the very least, he had manners.
“You know what,” I said, “your surname reminds me of someone…”
“Magnus Max?” “he finished the sentence for me, and I stared at him in disbelief.
“How did you guess? “I questioned, letting out a giggle.
“You think I’ve never played Red Dead Redemption 2?”
“That’s amazing! “I exclaimed, “I mean…we have something in common.”
“That is excellent to hear. I played both games a year ago, and they were very excellent; I fell in love with the characters, particularly Magnus Max.”
“Umm…I actually played the second part, but yeah, I know the story of the first one too, so I am equally attached to Magnus Max as well as John Marston.”
“How about we play the game again sometime? “he questioned, leaning closer to the table.
“Of course.”
“And I’d be calling you Max rather than Kena now,” I said, to which he chuckled, “I’d love to hear you say that.”
Kena Max was such a wonderful man; he was lovely, courteous, and had manners, unlike Jaxon Dante, who acted like an arsehole.
I’m wondering why he’s late.
“Where’s that a*s, I mean, your friend? “I questioned him.
Just as he stepped in, we turned our attention to him, and Kena murmured, “Talk of the devil, and the devil appears.”
I could not help but laugh at him.
Mr. Dante was dressed in a suit as usual, and his unkempt hair suggested that he had been busy with one of his whores, which is why he was late.
“What are you doing here?” “he asked Kena, who simply rolled his eyes and said, “Hello to you as well, Jaxon.”
Mr. Dante shot him a scowl before turning his attention to me and forming a little grin on his face, knowing that I had lost and he had won.
He took a seat next to Kena, opposite me.
“You may leave now, Kena,” he remarked once again, to which Kena whimpered, “Mayn’t I watch my brother finally getting engaged? “
“I’m not your brother,” Mr. Dante stated.
“Ok…you are my best friend.”
“Unfortunately,” Mr. Dante remarked, rolling his eyes. Kena pouted his lips.
Anyway, Kena stood up and turned to face me, saying, “It was a joy to meet the great Vivian Hayes. I hope to see you again.
He then brought my hands to his lips and delicately kissed my knuckles, and I responded, “Likewise.”
And he departed…
So it was now just the arsehole and myself.
He took out some papers and set them on the table in front of me before pulling out a pen.
“You can read these papers that state that as we marry, we will merge our companies, and it even says that you cannot disclose to the media that our marriage is a forgery, that it is simply an arranged marriage.” And we have to appear like genuine couples in public,” he continued as I glanced at and flipped through the papers.
After reading them, I added, “My assistant, who also happens to be my best friend, knows about this marriage, and…he won’t tell anyone.”
“Fine by me…Kena knows it too, and no one else.”
He studied me closely as he sat back in his chair, waiting for me to sign the paperwork.
I took a deep breath and told myself that I was just doing this for the benefit of my company.
And then… I signed those awful papers, and he laughed evilly at me before signing them himself.
After signing the paperwork, he took out a tiny black box and unwrapped it, revealing a stunning ring with a large oval-shaped diamond in the center.
He pushed the box towards me, and I took the ring and stared at it for a few seconds before deciding to wear it; of course, he was not going to force me to wear it.
I was going to put it on when he stopped me and pulled it from my grasp, and I stared at him, confused.
He astonished me even more when he extended his hand for me to place my hand in. I was taken aback.
But, in any case, I placed my hand in his, and his contact caused a tingling feeling on my hand and butterflies in my stomach.
What the hell?! I’m not supposed to feel that, so I immediately eliminated those sensations, but I couldn’t help but notice the tingling sensation on my hand.
He gazed at me before moving the ring down my ring finger.
I was already engaged! (Note the sarcasm.)
He then stood up, and so did I.
“Goodbye, Mr. Dante,” I replied as I walked by him, but he grabbed my wrist and drew me back; I gazed at him, perplexed by his behavior.
“I think it’s Jaxon for you, starting now,” he said.
“I think ‘arsehole’ would be better,” I said, and he became enraged.
“Watch that mouth of yours, Vivian, or else I know how to shut it myself,” he threatened me before walking away, and I couldn’t help but think about how my name sounded on his tongue.
A few days passed…
“I still can’t believe you’re marrying him,” Jona remarked, cramming his teeth with the banoffee pie I baked.
“I can’t believe it either, Jona,” I moaned and set my fork down on the dish.
I cooked banoffee pie on Sunday and invited Jona over to enjoy it with me.
When the media found out about our engagement, they went crazy; it became difficult to even get to my workplace without the paparazzi harassing me with questions.
I had to spend the entire week in my penthouse while that arsehole traveled to London on a business trip.
The wedding occurred the next month, and it was dubbed the ‘wedding of the decade’; however, I learned this from one of the news channels.
I was supposed to marry Jaxon Dante, the magnificent Jaxon Dante who doesn’t even know how to appreciate me. I feel like sobbing; did I give up too easily? But I didn’t have any other option.
“This is the best banoffee pie I’ve ever had,” Jona remarked, and I grinned back, “Thanks.”
But the smile didn’t stay long since I was concerned about everything; my life was about to change.
“Vivian? “Jona called quietly, and I looked up to him.
He offered me a sorrowful grin and clasped my hand.
“Everything will be ok,” he told me. “I know you don’t like him, nor does he like you. You two are strangers getting married, but believe me, I know you are strong, I believe in you, and you can do it.