THE TENSION in my heart is too much to handle. I gripped my bouquet tighter than ever as I tried to keep my composure and prevent myself to stumble out of too much nervousness. The sweet song dominating the silence isn't helping. My hands started sweating as I caught a pair of green eyes looking at me—no, glaring at me. Those green eyes are as if piercing through my soul that I couldn't even breathe properly.

I'm marrying the coldest businessman I know, and it makes me want to run away. 

How did we end up in this situation? I don't know. All I could remember is my father forcing me to marry his colleague's son.

I was taken back to the reality when I felt my father gently pressing my arm. He's sending me to my future husband.

My lips parted in fear when I reached the altar. He faced me and his face became even more stoic. His jaw clenched and all I could do is avoid his gaze. 

I know he's angry, I can definitely tell, but I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't force my father to push this marriage. Not only that, but I fiercely refuse during our engagement a year ago, and I thought our parents already gave up on us.

“Please take care of my daughter, Tyron.”

I fixed my gaze on the bouquet in my hand as I felt his presence beside me. He just remained silent. He didn't even bother holding my hand and accompanying me to the priest.

I chewed my lower lip. He's so cold.

The wedding goes on and the rapid beat of my heart is deafening me. His silence even scares me. I know, we can't make this marriage work. He doesn't like me, and I felt the same way. I want to marry the man who cares for me. I want to get married out of love, not out of business.

“Tyron Vander, do you take Melissa Scott to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her forevermore?” the priest asked Tyron.

I swallowed hard, not wanting to hear a rejection from him. I don't wanna embarrassed myself, so I'm hoping he'd say yes.

“I do.”

My breathing hitched. I squeezed my eyes close in relief when he said that.

“Melissa Scott, do you take Tyron Vander to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and be loyal to him forsaking all others and holding only unto him forevermore?”

I stared at the priest. I cleared my throat and glance at Tyron. He's just looking straight, not even minding the scary looks on his face.

“I-I do.” I answered, stuttering

The wedding ended not so well. I almost stumbled on my feet and Tyron just ignored me. After the wedding, we head home straight, to Tyron Vander's house.

I soon as I stepped inside his house, his glare at me worsen. 

“Listen, lady. You are not allowed to sleep in any rooms on the second floor, not even in my room. You will sleep on that couch and don't you dare meddle with my life.” he fiercely warned me.

I felt something heavy in my heart, but I nodded at him, agreeing to whatever he said. I don't have the rights to complain. We're not a real couple.