I Married The Wrong Man

Emery's POV

"How dare you kiss me!" I growled at him as soon as we entered his car.

He looked at me with a darkened expression. "How dare you pretend to be my bride?"

I laughed sarcastically because of his remark. "Shut the hell up, you brute! Call your boss now and remind him about our agreement."

His forehead creased. "Are you on drugs? I don't have a fcking boss. I am the boss."

I laughed again and took the hairpin from my hair and threw it at his chest. "Quit the fcking act, you moron! The show has ended, so you better get your act together and do as I say. Call your boss! Damn! Why did he even send a dumbass for a representative?"

"Representative? What the fck is this? A meeting? You're seriously sick in the head. Get out before I kick you out myself!"

I clenched my jaws and balled my fists. I'm not always this short-tempered but this guy can easily make my blood boil for some reason.

"Just fcking call your boss! I don't have all day to chat here with you!"

"I'm too busy to chat with you too. And quit fcking cursing. You're so fcking loud. Do you want me to shut you up?"

"With what? With your lame kiss?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

His jaws dropped, obviously offended. "Lame? You fcking want to be kissed again? This time I'll make sure you'll wet your panties really badly."

"Damn you! Pervert!" I screamed in anger and was about to punch him in the face when my phone vibrated.

Mr. Jones, my husband is calling. I was able to sigh in relief but I glared at the man beside me while answering the call. "Hello?"

[Where the hell are you? My representative has been waiting for you for almost 2 hours now. Are you sure you still want to save your company?]

My lips parted as I slowly looked at the man beside me. His forehead was creased while constantly calling someone on his phone and cursing under his breath.

"W-What?" I asked as I swallowed hard. I think I misheard him.

[Don't tell me you're lost? The venue is in the West part of the resort, Emery. There's another wedding in the East part. You shouldn't roam around and get to the venue quickly.]

I feel like I suddenly became weak. I dropped my phone on the floor of the car as my hands and lips trembled.

What…What the hell?

"What's wrong with you, sicko?"

I swallowed hard. "Is this the East part?"

His forehead creased. "The fck are you saying?"

I cupped my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Oh my God! D-Did I marry the wrong man?"

He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows but he clenched his jaws and grabbed my shoulders. "What are you talking about? Are you saying you came to the wrong wedding? You were not sent by someone? You didn't hide my bride?"

I wiped my tears using the back of my hands and shook my head. "I need to leave—"

"Wait!" He held my arm, stopping me from leaving.

"I need to go and marry my real husband."

He shook his head. "No, damn it! You just married me. What if someone sees you marrying someone else? You'll ruin my reputation, woman."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? I can't waste time here. Besides, we haven't signed any legal documents yet–"

"Still! You can't just leave after ruining my wedding."

"I did not ruin your wedding, mister. You shouldn't have continued the wedding in the first place since you saw that I'm not your real bride."

He clenched his jaws and looked away. "I-I did that to save myself from embarrassment."

"What do you mean embarrassment? Isn't this more embarrassing now?"

"Look!" He let go of my arm and gritted his teeth as his blue eyes stared at me intensely. "My real bride ran away. I don't know if it's true or if someone abducted her. I need to find her and before that, you…you have to act as my bride for now."

"What?" I quickly shook my head. "No! No, I can't! I need to leave now and marry my supposed husband. You're not the only desperate one here, mister. I'm about to lose my mother's company. I can't let it happen."

"I'll help you."

I was taken aback. Help me? How is he gonna help me? Is he rich? Does he have millions? Looking at the wedding, it wasn't that grand. Yes, the decorations are beautiful and the venue is fascinating but it doesn't look like a rich man's wedding. He doesn't even have many visitors.

I laughed sarcastically. "Don't make me laugh."

"How much do you need?" The seriousness in his voice and the darkness in his eyes made me still.

I stared back at him, weighing whether he was bluffing or not.

"Ten million dollars," I said without thinking. I don't know why I seemed to be accepting the fact that he could help me but there's no harm in trying, right? If he can help me in exchange for helping him, having him as my husband is better than having that perverted old man.

"Ten million…" he mumbled as his forehead creased again. "How will I know that you're not lying to me?"

I balled my fists. "If you don't have the things I need, then I should go now—"

"Wait! I said I'll help you. I just need to confirm your identity. You can't blame me, woman."

I lifted my chin and grabbed my phone. I took my wallet while he took out his and we handed over our IDs at the same time.

Gray, Terrence Harrison, 29. Gray? That last name is familiar but my mind has been in total chaos because of what's happening.

Would it really be a wise choice to trust him?

My Filthy Rich Husband

Emery's POV

"Sicko… Hey! Wake up, sicko…"

Who the hell is that?

I slowly opened my eyes and caressed my forehead. My head kinda hurts and the person shaking me isn't helping. Goddamn it! It's making me dizzy.

"Finally awake, sicko?"

I glared at Terrence Harrison-Gray, who was standing between me and the open door of the car.

"Will you stop calling me that? Weirdo."

He just scoffed and turned his back. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. I was shocked when I saw the huge mansion in front of us. My family is rich and our house is huge but the house in front of me is twice larger than our house.

This is where he lives? Just who the hell is he? Who the hell did I marry?

"I believe the family of Craig is also rich, but why are you salivating?"

I wiped my mouth and glared at Terrence Gray when I realized he was just teasing me. I found him smirking like a complete weirdo while looking at my face.

"Shut up!"

He just smirked again and started walking towards the entry. I followed him while having a hard time walking because of my heavy wedding gown. Why did I even choose this gown?

"Ah!" I screamed when Terrence Gray suddenly lifted me from the ground.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked at him sharply. "What are you doing?"

"If this isn't obvious, I'm carrying you because you're walking like a freaking turtle."

I hissed. "That's because the wedding gown is heavy."

"Whatever!" He sarcastically rolled his eyes and continued walking. He put me on the couch when we reached the living area and I noticed a woman, obviously younger than me, looking at us from the staircase.

"How sweet!"

Terrence Gray groaned. "Shut up! You better tell me where Anne is, Tiffany."

"Why are you asking me about her? You're the fiance."

"You were the last person to see her this morning, Tiffany. Tell me where my fiancee is and don't you dare lie to me!"

I just sighed and roamed my eyes around. This house is really huge and elegant. I wonder what Terrence Harrison-Gray's occupation is. From his looks, I assume he's a businessman. If my hunch is right, then I must've heard his last name in the company or on the news.

"Why are you lashing out at me? I did not do anything, Terrence."

"Yes, you did! You probably said something to her!"

"Even if I said something to her, if she really wants to marry you, she shouldn't have run away on your wedding day! And aren't you happy? You got a substitute bride there."

My forehead creased as I looked at the young lady. She's looking at me as if checking me out.

I shot an eyebrow up and looked at her blankly. I don't care if she's related to Terrence Gray, I'm a bitch to a bitch.

The young lady rolled her eyes and turned her back.

"TIFFANY, COME BACK HERE!"

I covered my ears and looked at Terrence Gray when he shouted so loud. His face and neck were red and his blue eyes were blazing. He looked extremely angry but the young lady just went upstairs, completely ignoring him. What a brat!

"You might want to lend me some clothes and send me to my room," I said looking at my accidental groom.

He looked at me with an angry face. He's scary but strangely, I'm not scared at all.

"Sleep with that dress. I'll ask my assistant to buy you a dress tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" My forehead creased. "You don't mean I have to sleep with the same underwear, right?"

"What does it sound like to you? Why? Do you wanna wear mine instead?"

I gritted my teeth. "Nevermind! Perverted weirdo."

"Follow me," He rudely said and walked upstairs.

I had to run to catch up with him or I'd get lost in this huge mansion. We walked along the long hallway before he stopped in front of a room two rooms from the balcony.

He opened the door and looked at me as he pushed his hands inside the pocket of his pants. ‘This is your room. Just stay here and don't roam around. I'm leaving for a while so make sure you're still here when I come back or your company will suffer."

He was about to leave when I grabbed the sleeve of his suit. "Wait…"

When he looked at me, I looked him in the eyes with desperation. "You're really gonna help me, right?"

"I'm not the kind to lie about something so serious. Just obey me and I'll make sure you'll get what you want."

For some reason, I felt assured by his answer but I don't like his tone. I don't want anyone ordering me around, but for my mother's company, I will endure this. I did worse than this—having an agreement with an old perverted man who promised to give me money to save my mom's company. Staying with a weird man is nothing compared to that.

Nodding, I let go of his sleeve. "Thanks."

He just clenched his jaws, still pissed.

I swallowed hard as I watched him walk away. When he disappeared from my sight, I immediately shut the door and dropped my body on the bed.

I took my phone out and searched for his name on the web.

"Terrence….Harrison…Gray…" I mumbled as I typed his name, curious about his identity. I feel like he's a powerful and influential man.

Let's see…

I gasped and immediately sat on the bed with a shocked expression plastered on my face when information about him popped up on the screen.

‘Terrence H. Gray, 29. Born on February 2, 1995. Single. President of Empire Gray…'

My jaws literally dropped because of the information I gathered. I married the wrong guy but this guy could help me. He's even wealthier than Mr. Jones and my own family. He's a freaking billionaire.

I cupped my mouth and stared at the screen of my phone. "Good heavens!"

Is this a blessing in disguise?

Stay With Me For A Year

Terrence's POV

I was staring at the paper Dan gave me while sitting in the driver's seat of my car. I went to Anne's condo but she wasn't there. I even called her friends and anyone I know who might know her whereabouts but I still couldn't find her.

The fact that she disappeared on our very wedding day is making me so fcking frustrated and worried. If she was abducted, her abductor should've called by now but none.

"Emery Craig," I whispered the name of the woman I married today.

I got a substitute bride just like what Tiffany said but I'm not happy about it. Why did Anne leave me like that? If there's a problem, she can just tell me. I'm willing to listen to everything she's going to say. She's my fiance. If she's not ready to marry me, she could just tell me.

Someone knocked on the window of my car. I rolled it down after seeing Dan outside.

"Sir, I already talked to the manager of the bank. You just have to meet him tomorrow with the debtor and settle."

I nodded. "Thanks, Dan. You can now go home and rest."

"Sir, I think having Miss Craig as your wife isn't a bad thing at all. I mean, she was an executive and she's a respectable woman. Plus, her zodiac sign matches yours—"

I glared at him. "Are you tired of living, Dan?"

He immediately bowed his head. "I should take my leave now, Sir. It's past my working hours. Have a good night."

I hissed and rolled the window up.

It was almost dawn when I got back home. I was rubbing my sleepy eyes when I saw Dad sitting on the couch while drinking coffee.

"Dad…"

"Where have you been? Where's your wife?"

I glanced at the stairs. "Upstairs. And she's not my wife, Dad."

"You married her."

I shook my head. "We haven't signed legal documents yet and I have no intentions of signing anything."

He took a deep breath and shifted his weight. "Son, I think you should keep her by your side even just for a year."

My forehead creased. "Dad, can you hear yourself? My real bride is missing and you want me to stay with a woman I mistakenly married? I won't do that."

"You have to. For the sake of the company, Terrence. If the board found out about this, they'd think you're not responsible enough to carry the responsibility of being the president. I may be the chairman, but the board has the right to appoint an executive."

Clenching my jaws, I thought about the position I had a hard time reaching. Damn it!

I squeezed my eyes closed and massaged the bridge of my nose. "I can't just stay with her, dad. She's not my real bride and Anne is missing."

"You don't even have to treat her as your real wife. Just do this for the show. And you said it yourself, you haven't signed any legal documents yet. I won't force you to sign one. Just keep her for a year. We need her to reassure the board now."

***Emery's POV

I woke up early the next day. When I sat on the bed, I saw some paper bags on the couch inside my room. I guess that's the clothes Terrence Gray was talking about.

The paper bag has a dress, shoes, shampoo, body wash, and everything I need for the day.

Nodding, I went to the bathroom to take a bath. I should talk to Terrence Gray now about our agreement. And since we didn't sign any documents, I don't think I should stay here.

I went downstairs expecting only Terrence Gray but I found more people in the dining hall. So, this is a family house?

"Good morning." A man slightly resembling Terrence was the first to notice me. He smiled sweetly while his eyes were intensely looking at me.

"Come and sit with us, hija." An old man who I presumed to be the head of the family smiled and invited me.

I smiled, giving back the same respect before bowing my head a little. "Good morning."

I sat beside Terrence who was just sitting while reading the tabloid. In front of him was a cup of coffee. He didn't even greet me. What a jerk!

"How's your sleep?"

I smiled at the old man again. "I had a good sleep, sir."

When I looked at the other people on the dining table, I realized they were all looking at me. The young girl yesterday named Tiffany was looking at me with a bitchy look on her face. She's sitting in front of me. Beside her was the man who greeted me, still smiling and staring at me. While in front of Terrence, a woman I presumed was the mother was sitting silently while looking at me with a creased forehead.

I know a rude person when I see one and I can definitely tell that this family is full of rude people, except for the head of the family.

After breakfast, Terrence brought me to the balcony to talk. He was puffing a cigarette early in the morning and it's making my forehead crease. He looked so problematic when I couldn't see any problem here.

"If you think I'll be sentimental because of our accidental marriage, I won't. I will leave as soon as we settle our agreement."

He looked at me, still not pleased with what I said.

"You can't leave just yet. You have to stay married to me. Fakely married, I mean."

Confusion filled me. "Why? I don't see any reason for me to stay. We're not really married."

"I need you to pretend to be my wife. I need to do this for the company."

"What?!"

"We're going to meet the manager of the bank today. If you agree to be my pretend wife for a year, you'll clear your debt this instant and your company will be saved. If you refuse, I'll buy your company and make you suffer. The choice is yours, so pick the best one."