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CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1

Merry

Merry Time was running out. I was running late but he kept babbling nonsense over the phone. Because whatever he was uttering was pure nonsense. “I said I can't get married to you, Merry.” His deep and could voice peered through the phone speakers and I paled. My mouth fell open in shock. He was not babbling after all. I took in a deep breath, my chest heaving in panic, “What are you saying Alex? Come I'm. I'm waiting in front of the Registrar. We have to go in together.” I breathed out, my eyes filling with tears. He couldn't get married? What the fucking hell. And he was telling me that over the phone. The fucking phone. I knew from the start that it was a bad idea to come to the Registrar separately, I wanted to go with Alex. But he said he got caught up in the studio and he would come to meet me. He even said he'd get to the Registrar before me. “We can't go in together Merry. Because we're not getting married.” “Have you been drinking?” I couldn't help but ask. Fuck, I couldn't calm down, I kept breathing hard, hoping whatever he was saying was a prank. “No. In Fact, I was working on a new song before you called. I'm busy, Merry.” He blurted out in a dismissive tone and it took everything within me not to drop my phone on the ground. “Alex, we're getting married.” I whispered, my whole body trembling in fear. “Not anymore. Don't you get it? We're over. Did you seriously think I'd marry you? Wake up, Merry!” He fired, his voice cold and unfeeling. Alex and I had been dating for five years. Five good years and we planned to get married today, only for him to ditch me. He was breaking up with me over the phone. How cruel from a man that I'd loved all my life? A man I sacrificed everything for? I was supposed to be in that studio. But I gave up everything for him. I made him a star. I wrote him songs, best-selling songs but he never gave me the credits and I never complained because I loved him. I would do anything for Alex. We loved each other. “Alex look,” I began, taking in a deep breath as I leaned on a car. I would actually fall if I didn't get support, because my legs were failing me. “I'm sorry if I've done anything to you. I'm sorry if I've offended you. But please, don't do this. Please, don't break up with me. I love you. Look,” I swallowed deep cleaning my tears with the back of my hands. “The rings are with me. Just come. Drive here. I'll wait for you Alex. Just come over so we can get married. Please. The registrar is inside waiting. Alex please.” I begged but silence reigned at the other side. I paused, thinking maybe he was probably regretting his decision, but the silence dragged on for too long. “Alex?” I called but there was no reply. I checked the phone and confirmed that the call was still on. “Alex? Alex? Alex, are you there?” I practically yelled. “Yes. Yes. Were you saying something?” What the fucking hell. Had he not been listening to me? Was I just blabbing to myself? “Alex, I've been talking.” I pointed out. “And I told you that I'm busy!” He said in a deadpanned voice and I felt my eyes spin. I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath and then exhaling. “I said I'm sorry. Please come over so we can finalize this wedding.” I begged. I needed to get married. For my inheritance and him. I wanted to marry him and live happily with him and the kids we'd make. That was what I'd always dreamt of. “What's wrong with you Merry??” He suddenly yelled over the phone. “How do you want me to spell it out? I. Don't. Want. To. Get. Married. To. You!!” He yelled angrily, but he was not done. “How can I marry a girl like you? I'm a top star and you're nothing. You lack class. You can't be my wife.” He scoffed like he was talking about a piece of trash. “You're not fit to be one. You don't have what it takes to be by my side. Don't you look at yourself in the mirror?? Be honest, merry, take a good look at yourself, and tell me if you'd marry a person like you?” I'd never gotten this insulted before in my life. “Alex, we dated for five years. Five years!!!!” I screamed, stomping my feet on the ground in tears. Caring less if I was in public. “And? You act so pathetic and I just pitied you. I've done enough!” He spat over the phone. Why didn't say these when I wrote him chart-topping songs? “Alex, I–” “Look merry,” he interrupted. “This should be the last time you call me. If it's about money, I can give you that.” “Do you think this is about money? Alex I love-” I was suddenly interrupted with a ‘beep-beep’ sound. He ended the call. “Alex! Alex! Please don't do this to me” I begged in tears as I fell weakly to the ground, sobbing hard. He couldn't do that to me. I tried calling him again, but it went straight to voicemail. “Alex, n..ooo.” I sobbed, taking a look at the ring box in my hand. He ditched me. He broke my heart to pieces in the worst possible way ever that there was nothing left. He used me and left me. I was still crying hard when I heard the sound of the car door quickly. I shuddered, rising to my feet. I forgot that I was leaning on a car that was not mine and don't tell me someone was in there all this while. The car door opened and a man stepped out. A tall man and he was….well good looking. He leaned against his car, his eyes narrowing at me, “Crying in public and using someone's vehicle as a shoulder to cry on? Not cool.” I swallowed hard, his piercing blue eyes staring directly at me.

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CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 2

Merry The stranger stared intently at me and it felt more like he was staring deep into my soul. He was tall, handsome, like fucking good-looking. He was dressed casually and had this bored look on his face. “I'm sorry.” I sniffled slowly, wiping my tears. I had no idea he was in there and he must have actually heard my conversation with Alex. And he just remained in there, listening? Rude! His car was highly tinted, you'd had to take a much closer look to see inside. Instead of saying something, he slowly shrugged his shoulders before reaching out for his pockets. Bringing out a handkerchief, he passed it to me. “Here.” I muttered a thanks, collecting the handkerchief from him. I needed to do something, like real fast. I needed to get married, if I didn't, I'd lose the inheritance and at that very moment, I didn't care who I got married to. Everything was going to be on paper, nothing else. I didn't even have the heart to fall in love again. Alex shattered everything. “Do take care of yourself.” He muttered, his facial expression holding no emotion. Just when he was about to go into his car, I stopped him. “Wait!” I said urgently, abruptly holding his elbow to stop him from opening the car door. “Keep the handkerchief.” His eyes traveled to my hand, holding him and every expression on his face screamed back off. “I'm sorry.” I quickly apologized, taking a step back. “And it's not about the handkerchief.” I quickly added. “Then what's it about?” He inquired, his time growing impatient. What was I even doing? I was thinking of proposing marriage to him. That was the most absurd thing to think of doing, but I was going to do it anyway. “Are you single?” I asked, mustering all the courage I had in me. His eyes narrowed and he met my gaze squarely. I knew he was not married, well I had no idea he was. But there was no ring on his finger. “No.” He drew out slowly and cautiously. Perfect! “Then let's get married!” I suddenly blurted out. He was single! “What?” He slowly shook his head, laughing softly. I had no idea why, but the way he laughed made him look sexier and cooler. “Let's get married,” I repeated and his laughter increased. “Marry?” He drew out and his gaze swept over me, taking in every detail from head to toe. “You?” He added, with a look of amusement in his eyes. “Yes.” I nodded feeling more determined and confident. I had no idea where my sudden courage came from but it had been proving useful. “Look miss, I get that you just got dumped and you're hurt, emotional, and all that. But you don't walk up to someone to propose marriage. That's bizarre.” He voiced out, amusement still written on his face. It seemed like he was holding back a laugh. “I'll pay you!” I suddenly added. I was going to pay him. A lot. As long as everything worked out. “Pay me?” He repeated with a smirk. “Yes. Handsomely. All you have to do is follow me there and sign the papers. Finish. We don't have to do what married couples do. It ends in paper and you'll be free to do anything you want. You can live your life as you want. But please, help me, I'm really desperate. Please.” Time was running, I just needed him to say yes. “I’ve seriously lost count of how many ‘please' I've heard today.” He deadpanned and I felt my anger build up. Fucking Alex! Of course, he heard me begging like my life depended on it. Well it does, I have to get married. Immediately. “I don't mind begging you. But just agree. I'll pay you a lot more than you can imagine.” I pointed out, swallowing in a deep breath. It'd be very hard to find another man. “And who says I need the money?” Well, he was dressed casually and didn't look particularly ‘rich’. “Doesn't everyone need money?” Instead of giving a reply, he smiled instead, the corner of his lips curling up. “You don't know me.” “And we can get to know each other. I'm merry.” I introduced, stretching out my hand for a handshake, but he never accepted it as his hands remained in his pocket. “Go home merry. Freshen up and hit the club. Get drunk and trust me, in no time you'll forget he ever existed.” I didn't need a fucking advice on how to move on, if I needed one I could easily get it from Google. That was why it existed in the first place. “You don't get how serious this is right?” “Am I supposed to care? I don't know you.” He asked with a slight shrug of his shoulders. Right. He was a stranger. He shouldn't care. I let out a sharp breath, nibbling nervously on my lower lip. “Forget I ever brought this topic up.” I uttered, I'd have to look elsewhere and that would be fucking hard. They'd think I was crazy if I went around looking for a husband. I turned to leave and just when I was about to walk away, he called me, in a gentle tone. I loved the way it sounded from him. It felt soothing. “Merry.” “Yes.” I turned, expectation written in my eyes. “I'll marry you.” “What!! Oh my God. Thank you so much!!I breathed out in relief. “Thank you–” I drew out realizing that I had no idea what his name was. “Collin.” He informed me, his voice calm as usual. “Thank you, Collin. We'll have to do this now. I hope you don't mind and sorry for the inconvenience.” I apologized. I already planned to draft out a few rules, but first I needed to show them my marriage certificate. “It's nothing, Merry.” He said again and fuck! I loved the way my name rolled out from his lips. And that was it, we went into the registrar, signed the necessary papers, exchanged rings, and were pronounced husband and wife. Everything happened so fast and I ended up marrying another man that was not Alex. Someone completely different and mysterious. Collin.