Mr. CEO, I Was Forced To Marry You.

~ Henry Ford

Victor Morgan raised an eyebrow. The confident manner in which Roxanne confronted them caught him off-guard.

Wasn't she a pushover? Where did she get the courage to stand up to them and humiliate them this way?

"You want to call the police?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I will if you don't pay. We have a word for people who get stuff without paying," Roxanne paused for a dramatic effect. "They are called THIEVES."

The temperature around them reduced to a negative. Victor narrowed his eyes at Roxanne dangerously but she wasn't intimidated by him.

Although he was handsome, tall with sandy brown hair and a rough beard, Roxanne looked down on him for having a poor sense of judgement.

Who in their right mind would love Maya? She had a rotten personality. Her fakeness was evident in the way she carried herself.

Was he blind?

Regardless, his choice was none of Roxanne’s concern. She was there to make money.

“Mr Morgan… if you and your fiancée are not buying anything, please leave my department store,” Roxanne said firmly.

She looked serious and professional in a white loose suit. The pants were high-waisted and wide while she wore a black tight top underneath the loose white statement-making jacket. Her hair was curled and left to cascade down her shoulders like a flowing waterfall.

“You bitch! This mall will belong to me, you have no right to stop me-”

Victor wrapped a hand around Maya's waist and soothingly said, “Baby, don’t worry. I’ll pay for your dresses. Let her have her fun. We all know you’re the heiress to Starlight Inc., so this mall will automatically belong to you.”

It was as if he was trying to show how affectionate he was with Maya but Roxanne’s attitude was indifferent. She rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah yeah… the money, please. Stop wasting my time. If it’s too expensive for you, the door is open. There's a thrift store down the hallway.”

Victor hissed. He had never been insulted like this. 'How dare this woman think I can’t pay for mere clothes?! I’m a CEO!'

He angrily took out his card and paid for the branded clothes that Maya had gotten while she batted her eyes at him and gave him a sweet smile. “You spoil me too much, baby.”

Maya was trying her best to show Roxanne that she had gotten the better guy. Alas, Roxanne appeared bored and disinterested.

She didn't like Victor. If anything, she was glad she didn't have to marry someone like him.

Roxanne smiled and handed over the receipt after the sales lady processed the payment. She glanced at the couple and taunted, “Thank you for shopping with us. Please call again.”

…

A little while later, Roxanne was about to head out of the store when a man in a wheelchair blocked her way.

When she glanced at him, her heart involuntarily missed several beats and her breath hitched.

"So, you're my bride..." Henry's deep velvety voice reached her ears and snapped her back to reality.

Her eyes rounded as she took him in and it dawned on her. So, this was Henry Ford! The rumours about him didn’t do him any justice. The man was smouldering.

Damn!

Despite being bound in a wheelchair, the man was oozing a powerful domineering aura. He was sprawled out on the chair, his arms resting on the armrests and his back resting against the chair.

Roxanne swore she had never seen a man as handsome as him before. Although he had a frown on his face and looked grumpy, she thought he was the hottest man she had ever laid her eyes on.

‘Wow! He looks like a Greek god!’ She exclaimed inwardly.

He was in a slim-fit black suit and although he was seated, Roxanne could tell that he was quite tall. His long legs were positioned awkwardly on one side, looking like he was having a hard time being restricted to the wheelchair, yet, he still looked imposing. The type to be the center of attention in a crowd.

It was like he came out of nowhere. Her heart was pounding violently but she maintained a poker face while looking at him.

For a few seconds, the duo stared at each other, neither dropping their gaze. Henry’s electric blue eyes bored into Roxanne’s dazzling green eyes.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, his husky voice finally reached her ears.

“I’m your hubby-to-be. That is if you don’t mind marrying a cripple.”

As Henry said those words, there was a mocking smirk on the side of his lips.

Roxanne’s heart clenched for some reason. This man was at the top of the world but he still had insecurities about his body.

Most times, life never goes the way we planned. Being disabled wasn’t the end of the world and she didn’t like the way he was talking down about himself.

She smiled politely and introduced herself, “Hi, Mr. Ford. My name is Roxanne Smith and yes, I’m your new bride. That is if you don’t mind marrying the useless sister.”

She emulated his words and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

“From what I just witnessed, you don’t look useless to me,” Henry said, appraising her with his eyes.

Silence befell them as they continued to stare at each other. Roxanne's heart was pounding loudly in her chest but her face did nothing to betray her emotions.

“Can we talk? I heard my bride is in charge of this mall so I came to take a look,” Henry suggested as he looked around the area, breaking the silence between them.

Although Roxanne was nervous, she agreed, “Sure. Let’s go to my office.”

Roxanne began to lead Henry to her office on the second floor while secretly wondering what he wanted to talk about. Perhaps he was here to ask her about the bride switch. Would he reject the new arrangement?