I do.

The door leading to the church opened as I stepped out of the Bugatti la Voiture Noire, I proceeded gracefully walking over the sills before moving calmly along the corridor.

I couldn't remember how many times I had taken a deep breath. I thought I had gained proper control of myself but the closer I got to the doors the faster my heart raced.

The door seemed more daunting with every step I took.

I squared my shoulder waiting for the door to open.

Immediately the door opened and I stepped into the hall the procession began, and I could hear the processional song being played in the background as I continued in my strides down the aisle, my father took my hand in his, guiding me to the altar.

I moved my eye over the hall to keep my mind at ease.

The entire hall screamed of luxury, as expected of a CEO's wedding I reasoned.

Lofty ceilings, chandeliers, and beautifully decorated floral arrangements, clearly it was an aesthetic atmosphere, looking spirited in compliance with the grandeur that filled the hall

and this was not even the reception hall.

I shifted my eye to the people in the hall, as I moved forwards clutching the bouquet in my hand.

They all stood with their eye fixed on me, and this did nothing to ease my nervousness but I wouldn't let it show, I could read the look in their eye, a majority of the people there looked at me with displeasure while the remaining figures seemed either excited or impassive.

Not many people were invited to the wedding, as compared to the reception so it could only be classified in the category of close relatives and prominent members of society. The ones who seemed displeased were of course the Morgans, my inlaws, or shall I say future inlaws and those that seemed excited were members of my family and a few close friends, and the remaining few I didn't have any knowledge about but they seemed rather impassive in my opinion.

I moved my eye away from them, fixing them straight, though my head was slightly lowered.

"Relax, you look too tense" My father ordered in a stern voice, which was almost like a whisper, with his gaze fixed forward.

I hated the sight of him, and it irked me to be walking so close to him, I clenched the hand holding the bouquet as we carried on our strides.

"Don't forget the reason you're doing this...Maeve" He reminded with a cold voice.

"I know" I commented with resolve evident in my voice."I know what I have to do."

"Good girl" He complimented as we drew closer to the altar.

I knew what l had to do but l couldn't help but be skeptical, my heart continued to hammer in her chest but l wouldn't let my uneasiness show.

Lost in my thoughts l hadn't realized we had reached the altar until l was instantly pulled back to the present by an outstretched hand that came into view.

I slowly lifted my gaze, my eye moving from his hands up to his elbow across his abdomen before finally stopping in his chest, I breathed in silently and swallowed before proceeding upwards and the moment our eyes met my breath caught.

A pair of grey eyes stared down at me, no they weren't just grey, they glittered like silver, and they were cold yet alluring that I couldn't help but feel myself being absorbed by them.

I felt myself being lost in a trance, I couldn't tear my eye away from his until I was jerked from my trance when I heard someone cough.

This wasn't my first time seeing this eye, but every time I looked into them it stirred something within me, something I couldn't explain.

Apart from his enthralling eye, there were his thick lashes which were indecently long for a man, sharp jaw and cheekbone, and brooding eyebrows with small strands of his hair falling just above them.

I tried not to let my brows furrow at my reaction, perhaps outwardly this could be regarded as a fairytale marriage come true but in reality, it was all a facade, I knew better, this marriage was nothing but an act.

But when I placed my hands in his, I almost flinched at his touch, I cursed myself at the way my body reacted to him, but I blame it all on my hormones.

He leads me to stand right next to him on the altar before he lets go of my hand, fixing his gaze forward and the ceremony began.

""""''''''"

"Do you Mr. Alexander Morgan take Miss Maeve Ford to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" The priest asked, looking from between him and me, then his gaze finally rested on him.

"I do." He replied calmly in an expressionless voice that was deep and masculine.

My heart thudded harder as it draw closer to my turn to give a reply.

Everything was just like a real wedding, I realized, perhaps I had been thinking that it would all be different, this made me wonder if it was all worth it, at this point my reasons for deciding to marry him didn't seem so valid.

I became so distracted by my thoughts and pounding heart that I didn't hear the priest asking for my answer.

"Miss Ford" Came the calm and deep voice of my soon-to-be husband, pulling my thoughts back to the present.

"W-What?" I uttered, in response, as I suddenly became conscious of my surroundings.

"Won't you answer the question?" He Inquired with his gaze now fixed on me.

As I looked into his silverlike grey eye, they were as expressionless as they usually were, but I could swear I saw a flicker of something else in them, all of a sudden they weren't as cold as they usually were, what was it I saw in them, I wasn't sure, and as quickly as they came they disappeared.

I had to be crazy, to think that a man like him could express any form of emotion, suddenly I heard the priest clear his throat, causing our eyes to pull apart.

He question again with his gaze fixed on me. " Do you Miss Maeve Ford take Mr. Alexander Morgan to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do you part."

I felt the words stick to my throat as I stared at the priest, they were just two simple words yet I held back, not sure of myself, I swallowed again my heart pounding as it threatened to leap out from my chest.

I looked to the side and there my father stood some distance away, he kept a stern look on his face but didn't say a word. I moved my eye away from him and there I noticed my mum, sitting by the chair, she appeared worried and I could tell her hands were overlapped together, a habit of hers, whenever she was worried and this made my heart ache, knowing that I had lied to her, sitting by her side was my sister who also had an anxious countenance, I moved my eye to the next person out of guilt and then I saw him.

Nathaniel.

The sweetest child I had ever seen, with the cutest of smiles, like an angel on earth. I didn't know how to explain it but the first time I saw him, I felt this connection to him, I felt a need to protect him from the dangers of the world.

I could see him trying to whisper something to me, but I couldn't make out what.

"Curry."

Was that what he said? I wasn't sure, so I followed the shape of his lips until I could finally get the words correctly.

"Hurry."

He had been telling me to hurry, a smile crept to my lips and I returned my gaze to the altar.

Taking in a deep breath I finally replied"....Yes I do"

For a moment I had forgotten all the reasons I wanted to go through with the wedding but looking at that child gave me another valid reason to do so.

"Now then, you can exchange the rings as a token of love" The priest relayed, heaving a sigh of relief as he clean the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, the poor man, I didn't mean to put him in such a difficult situation.

We exchange the rings between us, then the priest declared.

"Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

I glanced around the hall to see If anyone would object to the marriage, maybe subconsciously I wished someone would but no one did.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride."

If my heart had been racing a while ago, now it felt like it would leap from my chest.

I took a silent breath as I turned to face him and he pulled the veil covering my face.

What was wrong with me? it was just a kiss, yet here I was acting like a teenager.

When our eyes locked I could see the hidden message in them my thoughts went back to his words a few days ago.

'Your face Miss Ford, remember everyone would be watching, so you can't show your true hostility towards me.'

I felt my face flush as his eye moved over my face, and my breath caught, I wasn't even an experience kisser, how was I supposed to make the kiss look like one of the lovers? but If I needed this to work I had to act like I had done this a hundred times.

I closed my eye and our lips drew closer, I would just make it a light kiss, considering his image just that much should be enough.

Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump.

When our lips touched, I struggled not to flinch, his lips felt cold at first but became warmer as they pressed into mine, and mine into his, I had to show some skills even though I would make it brief.

I knew my face would be redder than a tomato by now.

My hands traveled to his neck.

God knows how many kissing clips I had to watch to make my acting believable.

How did those scenes go again?

So... a slow gentle peck first, then followed by a little nibbling and biting of the lower lip before going into it.

I think that should be enough I thought and with that, I tried to pull away from him but he held me firmly by the waist almost startling me as he deepened the kiss.

A moan escaped my lip.

His kiss was raw and intense sending a wave of heat down my body.

I gasped when he drew my body closer, in a way I wasn't aware our bodies could be. Then his tongue went inside my mouth making me jolt in surprise.

We never discussed this.

A shiver ran down my spine.

My heart pumped erratically, feeling my body with an unknown sensation. I wasn't even thinking straight at the moment, it was like we were in our own world, forgetting about the existence of the audience. All I could focus on was the way he hungrily kissed me and I let him.

Where did he even learn to kiss like this? and why did his kiss feel so....... hot.

Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump.

I felt my knees become weak but he caught me in his hand and suddenly he pulled away and I gasped for air, feeling myself in his arms.

Surely my face was flushed and I subconsciously hide in his chest, I couldn't even look at the priest.

Ugh! why did this man have to kiss me that way? and even when this was all an act, we were really going at it like newly wedded couples.

In the end, I went through with the marriage, but wouldn't one think it's absurd to marry for money?