Marriage Of Convenience With My Ex

Ashley's POV“I have fixed your marriage. Go meet him tonight at our restaurant at 6.p.m.” My hands instinctively stopped slicing the steak in between as I heard my father declaring my lifetime prison with a nonchalant expression. The lavish dining room, with its intricate gold design and marble floor, faded in the background, as I looked at the man sitting across the table. His gray hair seemed to blend with his dark hair, his face spotless of any emotion as he took a bite of his steak in the most aristocratic manner. I place down my cutlery, with a polite smile lingering on my lips. If I learn one thing from those expensive aristocratic mannerisms in class it's the fake polite smile. “I don't wish to. I would be grateful if you turned him down yourself, Father.” I calmly stated, returning to slicing my meal and taking a bite even though it just stood like a stale piece of carrot. I did my best to hide my inner turmoil, a mask was better than letting the man sitting across from me

Ashley“What if I tell you I will make sure you become the next chairman of Cooper Groups!” Those words were enough to make me halt on my pace. He knew exactly what I desired more than anything in my life.“I am confident in my skill to get what I want, Mr. Heinsberg. Thank you for the offer.” There is nothing stupid than feeding milk to a snake and hoping it would not bite you. Zachary was nothing different from a viper. Charming, venomous, and dangerous. Zachary had the charm to attract its prey, injecting his venomous fang in his victim's body and killing it. Unlike snakes, who kill to feed and fend. Zachary does get his way. There is no such thing the great Zachary can't have. If he wants he wants there is no…there is no if. Someone should have hit teenage me for falling in love with him out of all the people on earth. What did I fall for even? He has nothing friendly to his character. Was I dumb? As I turned once again to leave, a hand grabbed and before I could even react, a

AshleyAs I walked out of the restaurant fresh air filling my lungs and revitalising me, my phone rang up. A sour taste lingered in my mouth as I saw my father's ID flashing on the screen. Zachary's words flashed through my mind. None of his words were lies. It was the truth. I am not heir to my father and never will be. I swallowed the feeling as I picked up the call. “If you are wondering how the date went? Then no. I am not marrying him.” I spoke even before he could speak. “I knew it. You are as useless as your mother. You can't even do one thing I ask of you? You want to be CEO, right? Go be a CEO, you are not allowed to work in my company or come back home. I would rather not have a daughter than have you. Don't return home until you marry him.” Even before I could answer he cut the call. Just refusing to marry, and I am disowned and fired from my job. The job I worked so hard on didn't take him even a second to dispose of me. Zachary was right, if I want to prove to him I c

AshleyI don't know what's more shocking is the fact that my husband, the man who rejected me ten years ago, has his hand on my thighs or the red booklet on the dashboard. It was just a blink! Just a blink! Is that how easy it is to get married? No wonder the cause of most pain starts from marriage. They should be banned for future human sake. “Where are we going?” I decided to push aside all my thoughts and tried to question. Keep a calm and collected front. I reminded myself. Failing to remove his hand from my thighs was already getting under my skin. “Our marital home, Of course,” Zachary replied, not sparing a glance at me. He was more focused on his drive. I wanted to refuse but the harsh words of my father rang in my mind. It was not like I had anything important there. I might've stayed in Cooper mansion but except for a few clothes, there was nothing sentimental in there. My family never even noticed I had rented a studio apartment near the office for an easy commute. They

Ashley I glanced outside the window, it was already morning. The sun had risen. The soft light seeped through the curtains. I sighed, getting up from the bed. The dream remains, except for locking it away there is nothing to do. I went to the bathroom to freshen up, if Bloody Mary was not real they should have seen me they would have the horror. The ruined mascara and eye makeup with dry tears over my cheeks. The red lipstick was half smeared on my lips and half on my cheeks as if I were some kind of clown. The hair was more like a whacked broom. Jesus! I am getting scared of myself. I wash myself, clean my makeup and everything, and after a quick shower. I was finally back to my human form. I put on my clothes before going out of the room. As I opened the door, my gaze met the icy pale blue eyes that made my gut wrench by their beauty. How can a man be devastatingly gorgeous like this? I just want to meet the one who created this man. He was already dressed in his black suit, ha