He'll Marry Me, Only Because His Other Woman Said Yes

The truth is, Dad couldn't bear to see me suffer, so he secretly supported Jonas.

When Jonas heard what I said and thought about the past few years, he fell silent.

But soon after, he suddenly looked up, his eyes red and desperate as he tried to convince me to stay.

"Andy, come back with me, will you? I know you were forced into this!"

I frowned. "What makes you so confident that I was forced? The guy I'm marrying is from the Rockefellers. All your wealth combined couldn't even compare to Benjamin alone!"

I was just stating facts.

But Jonas must have felt embarrassed, so he shouted back, "I know you're upset about Mitch marrying me and how she threw away your stuff!"

And then, he negotiated with me. "H-How about this? I'll make her apologize to you—sincerely, even!"

I couldn't help but laugh and mock him with my gaze. "Jonas, please. Do you really think an apology from Mitch would make me come back and live with her, serving you together? Keep dreaming!"

It hit me then how overly confident Jonas had always been.

Without another word, I rolled up the car window and ignored him completely.

But when he realized what was happening, he started pounding on the window frantically.

His voice was hoarse as he begged me. "Andy! Don't marry someone else! Come back! Please, come back to me!"

Dad had already lost his temper by then.

When he found out everything that had happened, he called for the bodyguards, ready to teach Jonas a lesson.

Jonas's groomsmen, sensing trouble, immediately pulled the struggling groom back into his wedding car.

Even as Dad prepared to go after Jonas, I calmly reminded him, "Dad, let's not keep the Rockefellers waiting."

Only then did he reluctantly drive away.

The wedding itself went by quickly.

It was also the first time I met my groom—Benjamin, the only child of my in-laws.

Since this was a union between two of the most prominent families, the ceremony was packed with influential guests.

After we recited our vows, it was time for the kiss.

When Benjamin leaned in, his face so close to mine, I instinctively flinched and whispered, "Maybe we should just pretend."

But before I could say more, he grabbed my waist with one arm and firmly held my head with the other!

The next thing I knew... he was already pressing his lips hard against mine!

The kiss was long—so long that I felt like I couldn't breathe!

When he finally let go, he leaned in again, his teeth grazing my ear as his playful, teasing eyes locked onto mine.

His breath, low and warm, tickled my ear.

"Hello, my bride."

That one sentence made my whole body tremble!

Later that evening, I was taken to the Rockefellers's bridal suite.

I sat on the bed, but I couldn't help but feel restless and uneasy.

When Benjamin came out of the bathroom, freshly showered, he noticed my guarded expression and chuckled.

Slowly, he approached the bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down next to me.

Then... he turned off the lights.

I watched, stunned, as he closed his eyes, showing no intention of touching me.

Even so, I instinctively shifted further away from him.

Hearing me move, he spoke in a calm but firm tone.

"If you move again, I'll touch you."

That quickly made me freeze.