Contract marriage to my billionaire ex boyfriend's brother

Marissa: I rolled on my bed, my heart skipping without permission. I stood up and I caught my reflection in the mirror. The quiet smile appeared on my lips. "Why do I seem...excited?" I whispered. I was going to meet a strange man. I shouldn't be this happy. This brought out a loud laugh from me. One would think I was going on some date. I got into the shower, humming and dancing... I like the idea of whatever is going to take place in my life. I got out. I was going to make sure I put effort into my appearance. I yanked the door of my wardrobe, scanning through it. Then I stopped and there it was: a silk blue dress. Soft, smooth. I knew that was the right option. The dress whispered confidence and sexiness, and I knew it was one that would blow Mr stranger mind away. "Why do I care to impress him?" Whatever, I'm only trying to redeem myself from my last shame. I held it up to my body in the mirror, and it brought some sort of sparkles to my eyes. I slipped it on, got my makeup done... picked out the most expensive perfume I had. I wanted to be great,and I damn well look too good. I heard my phone ring, and it was a strange number. I didn't want to pick it up, but I decided to. Then came a voice: "Good day ma, ma'am. I was sent by Mr. Denver to come pick you." So...his name is Denver. "I'm okay finding my way there." "He insisted that I bring you here myself. It's best for security reasons ma, ma'am. Mr. Denver is a very private man and wouldn't want the press to get anything on him." "Fine!! I'd text you my address." "Thank you ma, ma'am." I hung up the call. We are going to get married. What does it matter if the press sees me? I let out a loud hiss and quickly texted my address. In 30 minutes, a car pulled up to my house. It had black-tinted glasses and wheels so high. It looked like one of those cars you see in movies-silent, unreal, and owned by someone you don't question. I peeked from my window and screamed Camille's name so she could come see. "Can I come with you? I don't know if I'd ever get to sit in such a car...even Desmond doesn't pick me up in such cars." Desmond was ...to put it in a simple way, my sister's sugar daddy. That's why the thought of Denver's proposal didn't scare her. She likes dangerous things. I threw her a sharp stare. "Fine, you'd be marrying him anyway...I'm sure I'd enter such a car too". I didn't even bother to reply to her. There was a knock on the door and I stood at the door for two minutes, but knowing Camille, she didn't even allow me to question my decision; she just opened the door. " Camille!!" I rolled my eyes at her and I saw a smile appear on her lips with an evil glint in her eyes. A man with a black suit and a bald head, his suit ironed to perfection, his face straight with no emotions, stood firmly at the door. "Good evening, ma'am. I would be your driver today. Please get into the car, ma." He ran to the car before I could walk there and opened the back seat for me. Camille followed me and I sat inside the car. One would think she was the one getting into this marriage. I shot her a terrible glance before I closed the car door. " I love you, sister. Make sure you tell me everything once you get back." I could hear her from behind. I just told the driver to start driving. I love my sister, but she can be very annoying. The ride to Casa dien was a 30-minute drive. I had adjusted my clothes seven times. It seems like all my confidence flew out the window immediately I got into the car. We arrived and the driver opened up the door for me again and directed me to the door. He left. I knocked and a bodyguard opened the door for me. "Come in, ma'am." My heart beating, my palms sweating. "What was I thinking coming here?" It wasn't possible to turn back. "Fuck it." I whispered. I entered through the door that was opened for me. My heart was still racing, but I had to hide any form of fear that was growing in me. I stepped in and a loud gasp left my mouth. "This can't be real." This place was very gorgeous. I had never been to such a place in my life. The stairs were made out of gold, with lights coming up at every step. The interior looked like those unrealistic houses you see online-the kind that don't feel real until you're standing inside them. Casa Dien wasn't a place for people. It felt too quiet, too perfect, like it existed only for one person. Denver. I was told to sit and wait. "Mr Denver would join you soon." A woman with a smile that got to her eyes spoke to me. She looked like a housekeeper. The housekeeper wore a simple dark uniform with a neatly tied apron, her clothes clean and modest. There was something soft about her presence, like the house felt less cold when she moved through it. I felt less uncomfortable with her. "Would you like anything to drink?" She spoke to me with such softness and it calmed my nerves a bit. "Water is fine." I think it's the only thing that would not choke me in this state. "I will be back with your water." I sat in the chair, my legs trembling, my hand unusually sweaty. I was hot even with ac that made everywhere extremely cold. "Should I just leave?" But his smell stopped my thoughts before his sight. "Hello, wife." I looked up and there he was. Denver. I thought he was gorgeous before, but seeing him without any tears blurring my eyes, goshhh, he is a beautiful man. "Wife??,no solid answer has been given, so I don't think you should call me your wife." I said while trying to hide my trembling hands. "You are my wife and that is final," he said that with such a commanding tone and I surprisingly liked it.