Billionaire's Unlikely Bride

The Barrett family and Prescott family agreed to ally with each other 20 years ago. The son of the Barrett family was to marry the first daughter of the Prescott family. But what happens when Mason refuses to marry the unknown girl his family chose for him?

In an attempt to escape this alliance, he ends up marrying the second daughter of the Prescott family, Raven.

This causes the first daughter, Blair to despise her little sister even more. Blair and her mother, Lenora, try desperately to make Mason divorce Raven, but will they succeed?

What happens when a new problem arises as Mason's obsessed ex wants him back? Find out in this thrilling tale.

One

TWENTY YEARS AGO

Charles Barrett and Michael Prescott sat across from each other in the drawing room of the Barrett family estate, the room was decorated with dark wooden panels. Charles leaned back in his chair, a glass of whisky in his hand, while Michael gazed thoughtfully at an old painting that hung on the wall. Both men sat across from each other in the drawing room, their expressions filled with anticipation.

"This has been the best idea we've come up with so far," Michael said with a big smile spread across his face as he broke the silence.

"So it's settled, we've come to a decision." Charles began, his voice holding the same excitement as Michael's. "This alliance between our families will guarantee our family's union for generations to come."

Michael nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on a particular painting on the wall. "The marriage would be between our firstborns, your son Mason, and my unborn daughter." He replied, his voice holding hope.

Charles took a sip of his whiskey and leaned forward, his expression serious "Don't you think it's about time I met your wife?" Charles asked, a curious look in his eyes. "We've been friends for a long time and you’ve never introduced me to her."

Michael let out a soft sigh, his gaze falling to the floor. "Don't make me seem like a bad guy, Charles; you know the circumstances surrounding our marriage. You are the only one who knows she's pregnant with my child." He replied with a hint of regret in his voice.

"I understand, it's just that I don't even know what she looks like. But I'm sure once she gives birth, everything will fall in place." Charles assured him, offering a reassuring smile.

Michael nodded, his mind still occupied with thoughts of his wife. "You're the only one I trust to keep my family safe, in case something happens to me." He said softly, his voice filled with a vulnerability that he rarely showed.

Charles reached out and clasped Michael’s shoulder firmly. "I give you my word, Michael. I will make sure our families are united." He vowed, his voice steady.

And so, the alliance between the Barrett and Prescott families was sealed.

PRESENT DAY

The Barrett family’s mansion was as quiet as a graveyard today, Mason was finally returning from France after so many years. But the circumstances surrounding his return were what caused the whole house to be on edge.

Mason emerged from a sleek black car, the car gleaming in the afternoon sun. As the door opened, Mason stepped out, his tall frame exuding an air of confidence and authority. He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his expression unreadable as his polished leather shoes clicked against the driveway. He paused for a moment, taking in the familiar surroundings before heading inside.

He made his way to his father's home office, his heart pounding from anger. Mason's father, Charles Barrett awaited him as he quietly gazed down at the documents in front of him. The room was lined with bookshelves and a large window offering a view of the estate.

Charles looked up as Mason stormed in, his son’s anger evident in every step. "Why would you do this Dad?" Mason demanded, not bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice.

"Welcome back son," Charles greeted his son with a nod, ignoring the hostility in his tone.

"Don't," Mason snapped, his voice laced with frustration. "Don't, don't act like you're happy to see me because you and I know that it was you who sent me away in the first place,"

Charles sighed, setting down his pen and leaning back in his chair. "I sent you to France for you to focus and get your life back on track. You were a mess, and I did you a favor." Charles replied, his tone measured and controlled. "You should be thankful you have people who care about you."

Mason's jaw tightened as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "The only thing you care about is yourself," he retorted, his voice low and full of resentment. "I admit my life was a mess, but did you ever stop to think that you were the cause?"

Charles's expression hardened, but he said nothing as Mason continued. "Mom, your wife, died, and not even three months after that, you remarried. You made me end my relationship with Darcy, and when I refused, you threatened her and sent me to France so I could handle the business over there."

"I remarried because I didn't have a choice," Charles replied, his voice firm. "I made some mistakes after your mom died, but I did what I thought was best for you. As for Darcy, I didn't threaten her; I simply asked her to name her price, and she did. She was only after your wealth, Mason."

Mason shook his head in disbelief. "Then why did you change the deal we had before I went to France?" He asked, his frustration mounting.

"I didn't change the deal, Mason. You just didn't read the whole thing before you signed," Charles replied calmly.

Mason clenched his fists, struggling to contain his anger. "Whatever alliance you formed with your friend, has nothing to do with me," he said, his voice shaking with fury. "You can't go around gambling with my life. I don't even know who this girl is, so how do you expect the marriage to work out?"

Charles leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Then get to know her," he said, his tone cold and unyielding. "It's not that difficult. Your mother and I knew nothing about each other when we got married. If you refuse to marry her, then you can kiss your position as CEO goodbye."

Mason's eyes widened in shock. "You can't be serious, Dad," he said, his voice filled with disbelief. "Last time I checked, you don't have any other sons, and Julie knows nothing about the business,"

Charles smirked, knowing he had struck a nerve. "Justin is more than capable of running the company, and I'm sure he'll do an excellent job," he replied, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

Mason's mind raced, anger coursing through him like wildfire. Justin had always been a rival, someone he had never been able to fully trust. The thought of losing the company to him was unbearable.

"In the contract, it wasn't stated that I had to marry the person you’ve chosen, so it means I'm free to marry whoever I chose," Mason said, pulling out the contract and showing it to his father.

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Very well then," he said, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You have 48 hours to bring the girl you want to marry, and if you fail to do so, then you have no choice but to marry Blair Prescott."

Mason's lips curled into a smirk of his own. "Deal," he said, his voice filled with determination. "By the way, Father, I already have a fiance back in France, so that won't be a problem."

Charles’s smile dropped instantly, the color draining from his face. He couldn’t let his son break the promise he made to his friend Michael. But before he could respond, Mason turned and walked out, leaving his father in stunned silence.

~~~~

Meanwhile, in the Prescott family mansion, Blair and her mother, Lenora, were in high spirits. They had just received news of Mason’s return, and both women were eagerly anticipating the marriage that had been arranged so many years ago. Blair stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. Her shoulder-length hair cascaded down her back, and her honey-brown eyes sparkled with excitement. She couldn’t wait to marry Mason and finally secure her place in the Barrett family.

Lenora watched her daughter with a proud smile, but there was a calculating glint in her eyes. "Remember, darling, you must be on your best behavior when we get to the Barrett's tomorrow." She said, her tone firm.

Blair nodded eagerly, already picturing herself walking down the aisle. "Don’t worry, Mom, I'll make sure to impress them." She replied, her voice filled with determination.

Raven came home from work, exhausted. She made her way to her room to have a nice bath before going to bed. She was passing by her mom's room when she heard Blair and her mom discussing. At first, she wanted to ignore them, but then she heard her name, and so she stopped and listened closely.

"Why didn't I think of that sooner?" Lenora was saying, her voice filled with disdain. "I can't stand her presence in this house any longer. I want her out of our lives for good." Raven’s heart sank as she realized they were talking about her.

Blair huffed, crossing her arms. "I know, that's why I told you to send her away in the first place. But you, being the kind-hearted person you are, you just gave her time." She said, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Lenora let out a bitter laugh. "I just didn’t want people to think I'm a bad mom," she replied, her voice softening slightly. "Mr. Clinton came to me with an amazing offer. He asked to marry her, and I'm beginning to think that's a good idea."

Raven's blood ran cold at the mention of Mr Clinton. He was an old man with 3 wives, and everyone in New York knew of his thirst for young girls. The thought of marrying him was unbearable.

Blair rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Mom, you can't do that. He's too good for her," she said, her hatred for Raven evident in every word. Although Raven didn't like how her sister said it, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that Blair was opposed to the idea.

Lenora narrowed her eyes as she considered Blair’s words. "The man looks like he's probably gonna die any moment. So she deserves that at least." She muttered, not even a little bit compassionate.

Blair shook her head, a frown marring her face. "Mom you don't understand," she said, her tone impatient. "He's been on my case for a while now; I have him wrapped around my fingers. He does everything I ask because he thinks I'm pretty. But think about what would happen if he married Raven."

Raven's stomach churned as she tried to process what Blair was saying; she realized what she meant was that he was her sugar daddy. Raven was grossed out when she tried to picture her sister in bed with him. She knew Blair was a slut but this was too low, even for her.

Lenora looked at her daughter, confusion written on her face. "I don't understand, baby. What would happen?" She asked genuinely curious.

Blair let out an exasperated sigh. "She's pretty, Mom, we can't keep denying that fact. If he marries her, she'll manipulate him into giving her all his wealth, and I'll just be forgotten," she explained, her voice rising with frustration. "If she should marry anyone, it has to be someone of a much lower status."

Raven's heart pounded in her chest as she absorbed the shocking admission from her sister.

Lenora’s expression softened as she reached out to touch Blair’s arm. "That's not a problem, darling," she said soothingly. "You'll have the Barrett family's wealth, so you have nothing to worry about."

Blair’s eyes lit up at the mention of the Barretts. "Oh, Mother, I can't wait to become a part of that family," she gushed, her mind already racing with thoughts of the luxurious life that awaited her.

Lenora smiled at her daughter. "You will, darling. We'll be visiting them tomorrow," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "As for Raven, I'll finalize her marriage with Mr. Clinton so she can be out of our lives for good."

Raven quietly slipped away, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She couldn’t let her mother force her into a marriage with Mr Clinton. Her mother had made it clear that she was nothing more than a burden, someone, to be discarded as soon as it was convenient.

~~~~

Back at the Barrett mansion, Mason sat in the garden reminiscing on his time in France and his fiance, Candice. The night was cool, and the stars twinkled above, but he barely noticed them.

Candice was everything he had ever wanted in a partner. Beautiful, intelligent, and fiercely independent. They've been dating for six months, but Mason never revealed his identity to her; he proposed to her a week before he returned to New York, and he was planning to reveal his identity to her a day before their wedding. Candice is a famous model in France. To her, Mason was just a random journalist, but she dated him despite his status being lower than hers. He had kept his true identity a secret, wanting to ensure that she loved him for who he was, not for his wealth or status.

After much thought, Mason decided to call her and ask her to come to New York. He pulled out his phone, his fingers hovering over Candice’s contact. After a moment of hesitation, he pressed the call button. He didn't have much time, the phone rang three times before Candice picked up.

Two

Mason's POV

Candice's response didn't guarantee whether or not she was coming to New York. I had invited her last night, but her hesitation stung. "It's too soon to plan a wedding when we just got engaged," she said. The frustration gnawed at me.

My father had already invited the Prescotts over for dinner today, and this whole alliance fiasco had thrown me into chaos. One moment, I was planning a romantic dinner for my fiancée, and the next, I was dealing with a wedding my father was arranging for me and some stranger. Yes, I am aware of the relationship my dad has with the Prescott's but I thought it ended when Michael Prescott died years ago.

I sent Candice a text, asking her to come to New York so I could explain things to her properly. I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, awaiting her response with bated breath.

~~~~

On my way to the office, a reply came in. "Fine, but I'll be arriving next week. I still have a ton of photo shoots this week."

I groaned upon reading her text, next week is too far. I need her to come here today. "Can't you just come over today? Please love, It's important." I texted back. I never used "please" unless it was with Candice. She could be stubborn, but she was the one person I loved, flaws and all.

Her response was swift. "I can't, babe; I need to work. At least one of us has to keep a steady income."

Her words stung, a reminder of the inequality she saw between us. She didn't mean to hurt me, but even if she did, I don't care. Like I said, flaws and all. I ignored her text and focused on finding another solution.

~~~~

When I arrived at the office, my assistant was waiting for me.

"Good day, sir," she greeted, "I'm here to inform you that you'll be meeting with Mr Marino at 2 pm."

I nodded, acknowledging the information. "You can go. Hold on, cancel my schedule for tomorrow. I'll be visiting one of the restaurants tomorrow."

She paused halfway through the door. "Your father also asked me to remind you that this partnership means a lot to this company. He wants you to make sure Mr Marino is pleased with our work."

I chuckled softly, my dad still didn't trust me to do a good job. He should be thanking me for making this company what it is today. "You can go." I dismissed her.

As she left, I focused on the work in front of me, determined not to be late for my meeting with Mr Marino.

~~~~

The meeting with Mr Marino was cordial.

"It's nice doing business with you, Mason," he said, shaking my hand.

"Likewise, Mr Marino. I hope we continue this successful partnership."

"Please, call me Enzo. We're almost the same age," he replied with a friendly smile. Enzo is just a year older than me. Though I admire his work, I kept my distance. His ties with the Italian mafia made me wary. I've heard so much about his illegal activities and ruthless nature, and he has been living up to his reputation.

As we concluded our meeting, my assistant informed me that my sister was waiting for me in my office. I don't have time to deal with her right now but I also know sending her home isn't an option. That girl is like a leach.

~~~~

Returning to my office, Julie had already made herself comfortable while waiting for me.

"Finally, I thought you'd be stuck in there all day." She exclaimed as I entered. "Were you planning on sleeping there?"

"I didn't ask you to come here," I replied, my tone sarcastic.

Julie rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You know you can't live without me. Anyway, I just needed to leave the house for a bit. I don't want to spend too much time with Dad before he decides to arrange my wedding as well." She taunted me. I seriously doubt my dad would do that to her, she's his favorite.

I smirked. "Not funny, Julie. Shouldn't you be preparing for tonight's dinner?" I already knew what her answer would be.

"Are you kidding? I can't stand Blair. She's a walking disaster and so full of herself," Julie said, clearly unimpressed.

Julie kept me up last night, giving me different reasons why I shouldn't marry that girl. She's a model, just like Candice. Honestly, I don't even know why I listened, and I don't have time for drama. But what surprised me was when Julie said my dad wasn't very fond of this girl. So why does he want me to marry her? He must care for his late friend, Michael Prescott.

"I don't know how to get out of this mess," I confessed.

"Hey, he's your father too." Julie retorted.

"I doubt that," I muttered.

"I thought you called your girlfriend, Candice?" She asked.

"She said she'll be coming next week, but I only have until tomorrow," I said, frustration creeping into my voice.

Julie's expression turned thoughtful. "You know I'm not a fan of Candice but I hate Blair more. Plus, you're crazy in love. So I'll come up with a solution, just let me search through my brain for something." She said, determined.

Julie never likes anyone, I've never heard her talk about someone she likes except her boyfriend, Kyle. The day she visited me in Paris, she saw Candice yelling at an old lady, and since then, she's never liked the idea of us being together.

I was skeptical. "What idea could you possibly come up with, silly?"

Julie's face lit up. "I've got it," she yelled and jumped like she just solved the world's hardest puzzle. "What if you get a substitute bride? It's temporary. You set clear terms, and once Candice arrives, you divorce her."

I stared at her, stunned. "Have you lost your senses, that's the dumbest thing you've ever said."

"Not if you handle it right. I'll have a lawyer friend draft a contract for you. Just tell me what you want included," she explained.

I hesitated. "And what if she refuses to get divorced?" I can't believe I considered this idea. I guess I'm the crazy one.

"Don't worry about that, my friend's got it covered. That's why we need a lawyer."

"I already have a lawyer..."

"You probably don't know this, but your lawyer takes orders from Dad, and if you go to him, I'm one hundred percent sure Dad will find out about it, so this is the safest route."

I was shocked by what she told me. I should have known my dad had people watching me. I'll have to send someone to keep an eye on Candice. I can't afford to let my dad meet with her before he ruins this for me too.

"Please don't let Dad know I told you. He'll never trust me again." Julie pleaded. I know she cares about both of us and is just trying to fix things with me and my dad.

"I won't but I don't know if I can find someone that fast."

Julie's idea was surprising, but it made sense.

"You'll have to do that yourself, I can't help with that. Just go out, you'll find someone. Didn't Dad ask you to go supervise the restaurant? There will be lots of girls there, just let your heart guide you." She said dramatically.

"Shut up, leach. I'm not looking for love, just a temporary solution." I said, shaking my head at her childish behavior.

Julie laughed. "You never know what the future holds, brother; maybe you might end up falling for your substitute bride. I just read about a similar story but she was a surrogate." I knew it, she always does this. After reading those fictional books, she'll start meddling in my love life.

"Why don't you experiment on your relationship and leave me alone."

"Kyle isn't around now, he's in London. Why do you think I'm here?"

"Alright, thanks for stopping by, now leave." I faked being upset.

"That was a joke, I'm not leaving without you."

"We should probably get going; it's getting quite late," I said, looking at my watch. I'm glad Julie came, her presence made my day less gloomy.

"Hmm, I hate how the thought of going home takes your smile away." She muttered sadly.

"I have my own house, Julie. You know the only reason I'm still there is because of you. That place stopped being my home the day Dad sent me to France. I'll have to move back to my penthouse once this is settled."

"I'm going to visit you every day once you move out, so you better get ready. No peace for you." She said, making us both laugh. I may hate the fact that my dad remarried so quickly but I never blame Julie or her mom. Her mother was a victim of my dad's carelessness.

"Looking forward to it," I said, smiling.

"Let's go," I said after keeping all my files in my drawer. I glanced at my watch and it was getting late. Despite my frustrations with my father and the arranged marriage, having Julie around was comforting.

Three

Mason's POV

The dinner table was filled with different kinds of food. When I first walked in, I thought we were having a feast and not just some casual dinner. Dinner with the Prescott’s seemed to be the longest I'd ever had, my first instinct when I saw the face of the girl I was supposed to marry was to find a way to escape this dinner. Yes, she was undeniably beautiful, but she seemed like the kind of girl who would become super clingy once I gave the wrong signals; I already had a woman I loved very much. So no matter how pretty she was, Candice would always be the most beautiful woman in my eyes.

"Blair here has always had a huge crush on Mason ever since she was in high school." Lenora, Blair’s mother announced. I hadn’t been following the conversation closely, so I had no idea what they were discussing for her to say that. A crush from high school? It was irrelevant and, quite frankly, annoying. I could care less about some stupid crush.

"Mom! Why would you say that?" Blair’s face turned crimson like I gave a fuck about that. I just wanted this torture to end.

"Did you hear that Mason? Look how much she's blushing." Margaret's voice cut through my thoughts, attempting to draw me into the conversation.

I respect Margaret a lot, and I see her as a mother even though I never address her as such, but I won't give in to this. So I remained silent and kept my opinion to myself.

"Margaret just spoke to you, Mason. Stop being a snob." My father interjected, breaking his silence.

"If I married just because of a stupid crush, I'd probably have to marry every woman in New York," I retorted, my irritation clear. Julie chuckled, earning herself a disapproving glance from her mom. Just as my dad opened his mouth to respond, my phone rang. It was Candice.

"Excuse me," I said, rising from my seat.

"Work?" Julie asked, her curiosity evident.

"No, it's Candice," I replied before stepping away from the dining area. I wondered why she was calling now, maybe she changed her mind.

"Who's Candice?" Blair’s voice reached me as I walked away.

"Oh, just his fiance," Julie answered, her tone dismissive. I smirked, hoping Blair would take the hint and retreat gracefully.

"Hello gorgeous," I greeted as I answered the phone.

"Sorry sir, this is Mia, Miss Candice’s assistant. She asked me to inform you about a change of plans. She'll be arriving in New York by the end of the month." Mia’s voice crackled through the line.

"What, why? Where is she and why didn't she inform me herself?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Miss Candice is currently occupied, so she asked me to let you know sir," Mia replied. I hung up, frustrated.

She always does this whenever she is trying to avoid explaining. She just asks her assistant to pass the message across. I knew I was always the one making efforts in our relationship but now it felt like she was drifting away from me. Maybe I'm just overthinking, she just has a lot of work to do. I just hope Julie's plan doesn't fail and also doesn't backfire.

Deciding to escape the suffocating dinner, I chose to go visit my mom's grave. I don't mind if it's late or not, I just feel at peace whenever I go there.

~~~~

As I drove through the dimly lit streets, my mind wandered to Candice. Call me lovesick or whatever, I don't care. When I met her for the first time, I thought she was like everyone else who was always after my wealth, but I discovered she had no idea who I was, and that was when I decided to test her. We went on our first date and when she asked what I did for a living, I told her I was a journalist.

She didn't seem to care about status, she was already successful on her own. We dated for a few months and then I proposed. I plan on telling her the truth once she comes here.

I was still driving when I got a text from my dad, he was furious but I didn't care. When I looked back at the road, I saw a girl walking right in the middle. By the time I noticed her, I had already hit her, I think so. Panic surged through me as I pulled over and rushed out of the car.

"Miss, are you okay?" I asked, my voice trembling with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She muttered, brushing herself off as I helped her up. Thank goodness. Relief washed over me.

"Why would you walk in the middle of the street like that?" I scolded, my frustration seeping through.

"Well, cars don't usually come by here at night. But I'm sorry, I wasn't paying much attention." She admitted, her apology making me feel guilty for being too harsh.

"Where are you going? Let me give you a ride." I offered, feeling a twinge of guilt. I'll just visit Mom some other time.

"No need sir, we're going opposite directions anyway." She declined politely. This place was lonely for a girl to walk by herself. She looked like she was around Julie's age.

"I insist, it's not safe for you to be out here by yourself." I urged. After a moment of hesitation, she agreed. I didn’t ask her name, it felt unnecessary. I just concluded she already knows who I am.

~~~~

The drive back was quiet. When we reached a busier area, she asked me to stop.

"Thanks for the ride," she said, but her voice was cautious.

I decided to be polite and ask her what her name was. "You didn't tell me your name."

"I don't remember you telling me yours either." She replied.

"I didn't realize you had no idea who I was," I replied, intrigued by her response.

"Sorry, but I don't know who you are, so I can't just tell you my name. Thanks for the ride though, stranger." She said before leaving. I guess not everyone here knows me.

~~~~

The next morning, I prepared to go to the restaurant. Julie offered to accompany me, which I'm grateful for by the way.

"Good morning, Mr. Grumpy; ready to go wife hunting?" She teased, whispering the last part before chuckling. I hate when her jokes are about me.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the bustling restaurant. The whole place was packed, it's good to see this place is still running. It's been a while since I last visited.

I asked Julie to wait for me in the VIP section while I spoke with the manager.

~~~~

After I met with Mr Stephen, the restaurant manager, Julie and I decided to check out the food and the menu.

"Bro I think it's time to make a few changes to the menu," Julie suggested as we inspected it. "I mean, these dishes have been the same for 6 years now." She was right about that.

"You're right, I was also thinking about remodeling this place," I said, noting the lack of younger people. "We aimed to attract college students and professors, but it's mostly people having business meetings."

"Yeah, the purpose of building this place close to a university was with hopes of getting this place filled with college students, professors, and so on but I've not seen one person who's not dressed like the president just died. No offense bro." Typical Julie always finds a way to make fun of me.

"Where's the waiter, I'm starving." We didn't eat breakfast and it's already noon.

"Oh shoot, I don't think I can wait for lunch. I have to meet up with a friend." She said, glancing at her phone.

"In that case, I'll be on my way---"

"What no, this could be a sign. You can find yourself a wife while I'm gone. Trust the universe bro." She smiled.

"Fine, but I'm staying 'cause I'm starving, not because you said so. The universe doesn't determine who I pick, I do." I said, more for the food than any notion of finding a potential bride.

"Whatever old man. Bye," she said, leaving before I could respond.

~~~~

As I waited for my food, I was engrossed in my phone, not bothering to look away from it as the waitress placed my order on the table. I finally looked up when I felt a liquid being spilled on my suit.

"What the hell?" I snapped, glaring at her.

"Oh my..." She stammered, knocking over a plate of steak. "Shit, I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to."

I was beyond pissed right now, how could she be so clumsy. As I opened my mouth to lash out, I suddenly recognized her. She's the same girl I almost knocked down last night. Her shocked expression mirrored my surprise. Was I crazy, or was this a sign like Julie said?

My phone rang, and Julie's name appeared on the screen; she just left, so why was she calling now?

"Whatever you have to do, be fast about it." Julie's voice crackled through the line.

"What's going on?"

"Dad already informed the press about your wedding and the date's been fixed." Panic surged through me. I hung up and turned to the waitress.

"Don't just stand there. Show me the washroom.”

Four

Raven's POV

It's been two months since I caught my sister, Blair, in bed with my boyfriend. Scratch that, ex-boyfriend, Jamie. The shock of the betrayal still stings, and my life has been on repeat since the incident. I just sleep, eat, read, attend lectures, and repeat the whole process.

Telling my mom about Blair’s infidelity was a disastrous mistake. Not only did she dismiss my accusations as baseless, but she also decided to punish me by cutting off my allowance. According to her, I was disrupting the harmony of our "perfect" family with my groundless claims.

Sometimes, I just want to run far away, but I have nowhere to go, so I'll just wait till I graduate from college, and then, I'm out of here.

To the outside world, I have the perfect family. I mean, when you have a mom who's successful like mine and my sister who's one of the best models, you'll get what I mean.

My mother runs a modeling agency, while Blair also works at the agency as a model. She's the face of the company, the crown jewel in my mother’s empire. My mom takes pride in Blair’s success, and I'm pretty sure she'll be taking over ABES (A Beacon Of Elegance And Success) when my mom retires. Oh, and by the way, that's the name of my mom's agency.

I've always dreamt of working with them, I had so many ideas for the company. I didn't want to work as a model but as a fashion designer, I planned on transforming ABES from a modeling agency into a full-fledged fashion house. But my mom never listened to any of my suggestions, she said I'm not fit to be a model and I'm not pretty. So I stopped trying to explain to her since she didn't want to give me a chance to speak.

I have always wondered what I did wrong, and how my mom and Blair developed this hatred for me.

One time I thought of showing her my designs so she'd know I was good at making designs for clothes and shoes, but then I heard her telling some of her partners that I was as good as not having a daughter because I was good for nothing.

She was on a business call and I guess the person asked why I wasn't working in the agency yet. It was at that moment I decided not to tell anyone about all the drawings I had. Knowing my mom, she would probably take them from me and launch them, claiming she made them and I couldn't do a thing if she did. No one would believe me. Not many people knew I even existed.

Sitting at my desk, I buried myself in my textbooks. My final exams were just around the corner. My concentration was shattered when my mother stormed into my room, she looked at me as if I was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen.

"Hi, Mom," I said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

She scrutinized me with a disdainful glare. "I see you've become rude, is that how you greet your elders now?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"No Mom, I'm sorry. I was just surprised to see you here. I mean, you haven't been here for a very long time. It's just..." I stammered, my anxiety making my words tumble out in a disorganized rush. I always got nervous whenever she was around, you could say I was terrified of her.

"Might I remind you who the owner of this house is?" She snapped. Her glare was like a physical weight, making it hard to breathe. "Did you think this was a holiday home?" I flinched. Her words were harsh, but they were nothing new.

"Besides you should be happy I even graced this dumpster with my presence." Yeah, narcissist much? No wonder she and Blair get along so well. They only love themselves.

"I'm talking to you." She snapped her fingers in my face. Shit, I zoned out again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." I tried my best not to upset her.

"I see you've managed to get yourself into a comfortable routine," she continued, "but let's be clear, you're an adult now. It’s time you start thinking about your future so you won't have to keep munching off of me."

Her words were like a knife twisting in my gut. "Mom, I... I don't understand what you mean." I asked though I had a sinking feeling about where this was headed.

"What are you, 5?" She scoffed. "At twenty years old, you should be prepared to support yourself. Blair managed to buy her place at eighteen." She said, her voice rising with every word. "You're twenty, and you’re still living off me. You're good for nothing."

I felt a surge of anger and frustration. "You can't compare me with Blair, Mom. I don't get the same support as Blair does. I barely get my allowance, and it’s only enough to cover my tuition fees. How am I supposed to afford an apartment?"

Her response was a chilling smile.

"Need I remind you that ABES isn't the only place in the world where you could get a job? Blair deserves her position because she’s earned it. You, on the other hand, don’t even deserve the things you get." Her words were like ice-cold water, numbing my senses. "You've been cut off. As soon as you graduate, don't expect any support from me. You’ll be out of here, and to make things clearer, Mr Clinton will be considering you as his new wife." She declared with finality.

The room spun as her words echoed in my mind. How could she do this to me? I barely had time to process her departure before the door slammed shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The weight of her words pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I was so weak right now, was that my mom or someone else? How could she even say that to her daughter? What did she mean by I don't deserve any of this?

All these questions kept haunting me through the night. I need to find a way to escape whatever plans she made with that old man.

~~~~

The next day, I decided to visit my dad's grave. I may not have met him, but I always felt like my life would have turned out differently if he were here.

Blair and my mom were out at the Barretts for dinner, which meant I had the house to myself. I headed to the cemetery, the quiet graveyard was like a balm to my frayed nerves. I spent a few moments by the grave, speaking to the man I never knew, sharing my frustrations and dreams with him.

~~~~

My mom cut me off just like she said she would, and she still hasn't bothered to know how I was surviving without any allowance. I knew a day like this would come, which was why I got a job as a waitress, but I couldn't help but think she would be worried about me. I guess a part of me wanted her to care, a part of me craved her affection. I know working as a waitress wasn't the glamorous start to a career I had hoped for, but it was a start. I did my best to remain positive despite the grueling hours.

Now I have to balance school and work; it's tough, but I don't have a choice. I read on my breaks, then continue at night. I have some money saved up but I still need to work if I ever want to live on my own. I wasn't going to sit and wait for my mom to kick me out or, worse, marry me off to some old man.

"Dahlia, take this order to the VIP section, table 6." Mariah, the head chef, ordered. "Hurry up, we still have to attend to the other customers."

I grabbed the order and headed to table 6. As I was serving the customer, my hands trembled slightly, causing me to spill wine on his suit.

"Oh my..." Before I could even apologize, I accidentally knocked over the plate of food, splattering it all over him. "Shit. I'm so sorry, sir; I didn't mean to." I blurted out, my face flushing with embarrassment. I recognized him immediately, he was the same man that almost knocked me down on the street last night.

His face darkened with anger, and I braced myself for the inevitable tirade. I think he also remembered who I was but his phone rang before he could speak. As he spoke to the person on the phone, irritation was evident on his face.

"What's going on?" He demanded, his voice laced with frustration as he spoke into the phone.

I hung around nervously, waiting for him to finish his call. When he hung up, he looked at me with a mixture of irritation and exasperation. He groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I wonder who that was, better still if he's going to take his anger out on me. I just started working here.

"Don't just stand there, show me the washroom." He ordered. And I did a silent prayer so I don't lose my job today. Oh God please save me today.

I led him to the restroom, trying to remain calm. He began removing his shirt, and I felt a surge of panic. I was on the verge of leaving when he spoke.

"And where do you think you're going, little girl?"

"Back to work, sir," I replied, trying to sound as composed as possible.

"Did I say you could leave?" His tone was icy.

I swallowed hard. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you, sir?" I couldn't afford to annoy him further.

"Here, clean this up and be fast about it." He handed me his stained shirt, and I set to work with a heavy heart.

The restroom was quiet except for the occasional rustle of clothing and the sound of him speaking on the phone. "Did you get my text?" His anger was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. This was my second week on the job, and I had already made a terrible impression.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. A man in a suit entered, carrying a bag.

"What took you so long, Fredrick?" The customer asked, his voice strained.

"I'm sorry boss, there was..." Fredrick tried to explain but was cut off by Mr. Grumpy over here.

"Save it, I don't have time for excuses." He snapped, taking the bag and pulling out a fresh shirt. He had another shirt and still asked me to clean up the first one.

The silence was heavy, he looked at me with a mixture of frustration and something else. For a second I thought I saw a glimmer of desperation in his eyes.

"You can leave that." He told me. He was on his phone and it seems he was trying to reach someone but couldn't. "Come here." He called for me.

"I'm sorry about your shirt sir." I apologized, not knowing what else to say.

"Listen," he began. "I need a favor. I want you to marry me."

I blinked, unsure if I had heard him correctly. "Excuse me!"

"It's just temporary," he continued, clearly sensing my confusion. "I need to sort some things out, and once that’s done, you’re free to leave."

I stared at him, disbelief etched on my face. "With all due respect sir, I can't marry you." Was this guy mentally unstable? How did that sound in his head?

He sighed, running his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I understand your hesitation. But it’s a complicated situation. I’m under pressure to resolve certain issues quickly, and this is a way to buy some time."

I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. "I don't know what kind of problems you’re dealing with, but this isn’t something I can just agree to without understanding more. Besides, temporary or not, marriage is a big commitment. I’m not sure this is something I can handle.”

Five

Raven's POV

He ran his hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "Look, I'm in a tough spot, and I’m not asking for a lifetime commitment. Just a temporary one. I promise you that once things settle, you’ll be free to do whatever you want. There won’t be any strings attached."

I stood there unable to comprehend the nonsense this man was sprouting from his mouth. Who in his right senses would ask a girl he doesn't know to marry him? My only theory was that this dude had lost his senses. Thank goodness his madness only started and not while I was alone with him in his car.

"I'll pay you, any amount. Whatever you want, okay?" His voice tinged with desperation. "My fiancée isn't here, and I need to get married today, or I'll be forced to marry the girl my parents have chosen." He explained, sounding desperate. "P... Please." The man standing beside him gasped like he just did something special. So he has a fiance.

"I don't even know your name, how do you expect me to just marry you?" I asked. "For all I know, you could be a serial killer or maybe even worse."

"Mason," he said quickly. "My name's Mason. I'll buy you a house, a car, a private jet, just tell me what you want." He begged. "You're not going to spend the rest of your life with me just a few weeks until my fiance arrives."

"So you're asking me to be a substitute bride?"

"Exactly."

I can't believe I'm even considering this. The offer was undeniably tempting. I have nothing to lose, by the way, so it's worth the risk. If I'm married, my mom can't force me to marry that old man.

"So what do you say?" He asked eagerly.

I thought about his offer, it was good. I mean, I've been cut off, and I need to move out soon. I need a house and a car and the opportunity is right in front of me. This guy might be a serial killer or something but here I was, about to accept his offer. Call me crazy or whatever, I don't care. I'm not committing any crime, just getting married temporarily. He looks rich and is willing to give me anything I want.

"Anything?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"Yes," Mason confirmed, his eyes locked onto mine with a sense of pleading.

"And you promise not to ask for anything else from me?" I needed to be certain.

"I promise." His response was immediate, filled with earnestness.

I was aware of how reckless this seemed, but who cares?

"Fine, I'll take the house and the car."

Mason's relief was almost palpable. "Alright, now let's go." He started pulling me towards the door.

"Wait a minute. I'm still working. I can't just leave."

"Don't worry, no one will fire you." He assured me. But how could he be so sure?

"How are you so sure?"

"I own this restaurant." He said nonchalantly, his casual tone making me pause. My heart sank. I had spilled food on my boss and now I was marrying him?

~~~~

Outside the courthouse, I waited for Mason, my new husband. That sounds foreign to me. Earlier, Mason had taken me shopping for a new dress, insisting I needed to look the part for our temporary marriage.

I didn't even bother looking at the certificate because I know it's only temporary, so what's the use? I just dumped it in my bag.

He approached me, extending his hand for my phone. "Give me your phone," I handed it over, and he typed in his number. "Send me your address when you get home, I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow."

"Wait" I called out as he turned to leave. "How long are we gonna stay married for?"

"You have nothing to worry about," Mason said without looking back. "Once I get things sorted out with my fiancée, we'll get a divorce. Let’s say... a week or two."

"What if it takes longer than that?" I pressed, anxiety gnawing at me.

"Then I'll make sure to compensate you for your time." He got into his car and drove off, leaving me standing there with a mix of frustration and disbelief. What an asshole. Just moments ago, he was pleading, and now he was driving away as if our arrangement was a mere inconvenience.

~~~~

I returned home to find my ex-boyfriend, Jamie, loitering outside and it made my blood boil. What the hell was he doing here? He's probably here to see Blair, the both of them are so shameless. I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm.

"Jamie, what the hell?"

"Please baby, just hear me out." He pleaded, holding onto me with a grip that only heightened my anger.

"Have you lost your mind? Who are you calling baby, you asshole? Let go of me before I lose my temper."

"I swear, I don't know what came over me, Raven. Your sister seduced me, you know I would never do anything to hurt you."

"You're here because you found out she's getting married, not because you're sorry. So get your stupid self away from me, we're done. The next time you come near me, I'll file for a restraining order. Piece of shit." I yelled before going inside. The nerve of that guy.

He took my love for granted. Why do they keep doing this to me? It would be better if they cheated with a stranger, but every time, it had to be with her. My sister.

The memory of seeing them together still haunts me. It's been two months but I still can't get it off my mind.

~~FLASHBACK~~

I just got back home from lectures, tired and hungry but I decided to freshen up first. Yeah, you heard that right. I go to college from home. One would think it was because I had overprotective parents but it's the exact opposite for me. My mom and I had an agreement, she was going to keep paying my fees as long as I remained close. Those were her words, not mine; she doesn't care what I do, but she wants to know what's going on in my life at all times.

It's weird, but I kept telling myself that it was just her own fucked up little way of showing she was worried about me.

Jamie, on the other hand, lives near our college. I don't get why she wouldn't let me stay on campus like everyone else, it's not like we see each other every day. Even while living here, it feels like we're in different worlds.

As I made my way upstairs, I heard strange sounds coming from my room. "What the hell?" I thought, moving faster toward my room. I decided to listen properly but I couldn't make out the words the person was saying.

"Blair, are you in there?" I called out but got no response. I decided to go in, besides it's my room. Don't tell me she's having sex in my room.

"Blair are you..." My words got stuck in my throat as I saw my very own sister in bed with my supposed boyfriend, Jamie. I know, I should have gotten used to it already but I've never really caught my sister in the act before. The guys just break up with me and the next thing I know, they're dating her.

"Jamie?" The word came out more like a question. I didn't want to believe it even though the truth was right in front of me.

Startled, Jamie pushed Blair aside and rushed towards me. "Baby, it's not what it looks like." He tried to touch me but I just swatted his hand away. I felt disgusted by him.

"Of course it is; she's not blind," Blair said so casually like it was a normal thing. But who am I kidding? It was a normal thing in my life. Jamie’s face was a mix of regret and confusion, but Blair’s cold, detached voice cut through.

"You're not blind, are you? Jamie and I were having fun before you interrupted us."

My heart ached as I took in the scene before me. I'd always been a fool for believing Jamie’s lies. Seeing them together like this was a brutal confirmation of what I had feared would happen from the beginning.

"If anyone's blind, then it has to be you, Blair; this is my room. Of all the rooms in this house, you chose to have sex with my boyfriend on my bed." I yelled trying not to show how hurt I was.

"Baby... I promise I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was waiting here like we agreed before she came in and seduced me." Jamie explained.

I had forgotten about our little arrangement. Today, I was finally going to lose my virginity to Jamie, and I asked him to wait for me in my room when he arrived. But that doesn't justify anything.

"But it did, I was wrong about you. You're just like all the rest. She bats her fake lashes at you and you fall for her." I laughed dryly.

"Baby, please, I'm sorry---"

"Get out. I don't ever want to see you again." I yelled, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. Jamie was about to apologise again but Blair interrupted him.

"Stop whining. It's not like this is the first time we've had sex. You didn't feel guilty when you kept coming back for more." What the actual fuck!

"How long?" I asked the question so casually.

"Excuse me?" Blair asked.

"Jamie, how long have you been sleeping with my sister behind my back, you pig?" I demanded, my voice wavering.

"I... I can't answer that." He quickly dismissed it but I knew Blair would want to rub it in.

Blair smirked, unrepentant. "It's been exactly 4 months and 11 days but who's counting?" She replied chuckling, no sign of remorse for what she did.

The words stung like a physical blow. "If you were so in love with her, why bother with me?"

I kept hoping that I would be able to hold back my tears a little longer. Wouldn't want to give them that satisfaction.

Jamie’s answer was a cruel reminder of my failures. "I'm a guy with needs Raven. Fine, here's the truth: I never actually had feelings for you. I only asked you out so I could sleep with you but you were just so difficult. Every time I try to get intimate with you, your phobia for sex gets in the way and it's tiring. So since I wasn't able to have sex with you then it's only right I let you go now."

What the... Was he being serious right now? Let me go?

Blair added her insult. "Look, Raven, I know it's hard on you but you should have known this would happen. As long as you have a sister who's as sexy as me, no guys would want you. So I suggest you stop trying to find love and try to work on your pathetic life."

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "You know what, you two deserve each other. By the way, Blair, if those sounds were your moans, then you need to work on that. You moan like a dying pig."

The look on her face was priceless but I decided it was only going to hurt me if I stayed any longer. So I stormed out, leaving them to keep enjoying each other's company.

"Are you sure she won't do anything drastic?" I heard Jamie ask.

"She'll probably cry herself to sleep, that's all." I couldn't help but smile at that.

"Oh, I'll cry, but it will be tears of joy for finally realizing just how overrated love is," I whispered and proceeded to the kitchen with my mind made up on one thing: I was done with relationships.

~~END OF FLASHBACK~~

Returning to the present, I realized that Mason’s offer, no matter how insane, was a way out of my current mess.

Six

Mason's POV

After a long, sleepless night, today had finally arrived. I was eagerly anticipating the look on my father’s face when he discovered I was already married. Last night, I overheard him discussing plans with Margaret, something about the Prescotts visiting again today to finalize wedding arrangements. I still couldn't comprehend why that girl couldn't take a hint and understand that I was not interested in her. She seemed so wrapped up in her world that she failed to see that I had no interest in getting married to her.

I glanced at my watch and noticed it was already past 10 am. What was taking her so long? I sent my driver to go pick her up an hour ago, so why isn't she here yet? The anticipation was gnawing at me.

I already instructed someone to move my belongings to my penthouse; as soon as she arrives, I'll introduce her to my dad, and then we're out of here.

The knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Julie walked in, her face a mask of frustration.

"Mason, Dad wants you to come downstairs. Blair and Lenora are already here," she said, her tone indicating she was less thrilled about the situation. I forgot to tell her about yesterday, but then I decided to wait until Raven arrived. Raven, what a weird name.

"Sure, I'll be down in a minute," I replied, attempting to sound calm despite the tension building inside me.

Julie's eyes narrowed. "Why don't you seem bothered? They're planning your wedding and your engagement has been announced to the public." She asked furiously. I sent a quick text to Raven, I needed to know what was taking so long. "It seems I'm the only one who's not happy about this marriage, but never mind, carry on with your texting," she stormed off before I could respond.

Still no reply from her, did she change her mind or something? But we're already married. I headed downstairs, feeling a mix of anticipation and irritation. As I descended, I felt someone wrap their hands around me.

"What the fuck!" I flinched and pulled away sharply from whoever was holding me. If there's one thing I hate most, then it is body contact. The only time you can see me near someone is when I'm having sex with them.

"Hi, I just wanted to let you know how excited I am about our wedding." She said in a bubbly voice. I looked at the girl with disinterest. The nerve of this girl to touch me. She's lucky I don't hit women.

"Congrats on your wedding then," I said, my voice devoid of warmth as I tried to maintain a polite distance.

Her eyes lit up with an enthusiastic smile. "You're really funny, but thanks. Congrats to you too, on our upcoming wedding."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm already married," I said firmly, taking a step back. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room shift towards me in shock.

"What nonsense are you talking about Mason?" My father’s voice boomed from across the room.

"It's not nonsense dad, remember you and I had a deal?" I said, trying to keep my composure.

"What deal?" Margaret, my father’s wife, inquired, clearly perplexed.

"48 hours is up." My dad said, his voice carrying a hint of anger.

"Good thing I got married before it ended, right?" I smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

"What are you talking about Mason? You and I are supposed to get married. I've already announced it to all my friends, it was even on the news yesterday." Blair interjected, her voice tinged with desperation.

"And how is that my business? And I don't remember permitting you to say my name." I retorted, my patience wearing thin.

"If you are married like you claim, then where is your wife?" My father demanded. I scanned the room and spotted Raven walking in at just the right moment. I heaved a small sigh of relief.

"She's right here, Dad," I said, making my way over to her. I reached her and gave her a light peck on the cheek. "Hey gorgeous, what kept you so long?"

"Sorry, I overslept. But I'm here now." Raven apologized, her voice laced with genuine regret. She returned the peck on my cheek, and I was relieved she was playing along.

"Dad, Margaret, Julie, this is..." I started to introduce Raven.

"Raven?" Lenora’s voice cut through the air. She took a few steps forward, her expression darkening with recognition. I instinctively pulled Raven closer, almost protectively.

"Mom?" Raven's voice trembled. Did she just say, Mom? "Wh... what are you doing here?" She stuttered.

"I should be asking you the same question, what are you doing here?" Lenora’s voice was a sharp contrast to Raven’s nervousness.

"What the hell, Raven? Get away from my fiance." Blair demanded, trying to drag Raven away. I intervened, pushing Blair’s hands aside.

"Don't you dare put those hands on my wife," I warned her, my voice low and threatening. I was stunned by the revelation of their relationship. That's what I get for not doing my research first. But honestly, I didn’t have time for that. This was all my dad's fault.

"She's not your wife, stop saying that," Blair shouted, her frustration palpable.

"You told me you had a fiance back in France, so how did you end up marrying the second daughter of the Prescott family?" My dad asked, his tone surprisingly calm despite the chaos unfolding before him.

"I did, but when I arrived, I bumped into her that night of the dinner, and we had a connection. So I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. Isn't that right love?" I turned to Raven and pinched her nose playfully, hoping my dad would buy my story.

"Yes sir, there was just something about him that seemed to have worn my heart over," Raven said sweetly, laying the charm on thick as she patted my chest. Her performance was convincing enough that I almost believed it myself.

"But dear, why would you marry on such short notice?" My father pressed on, his curiosity piqued.