Crazy Fake Wife. Episode 3

????CRAZY FAKE WIFE
{Forcefully Betrothed}

Episode 03.

{The Beginning Of Everything.}

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~TAMARA~

Turning back to look at him, he’s staring at me with a smirk plasters across his face which I wish I could just slap to wipe it off.

“I’m glad that you made it Mr King. I had thought you wouldn’t be able to and it’s nice to see you’re still up, Tamara. ”
He smirks at me before making his way toward us, purposely calling my name in a mocking way.
I swear I hate this guy so fucking much.

Knowing that I have no other choice but to act sweet towards him now especially when we need his help and dad will freak out if I act rude, I put in the fakest smile I could cook up and stand up the same way dad did.

“Trust me Mr hall it’s such a pleasure to be able to meet you like this once again and I can see that you haven’t changed, not even a single bit. ”
I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from adding nothing expect than sweet words and to keep myself for cussing the jerk out.

“What can I say? Please have your seat. ”
He smirk at me once more before turning his gaze to father while I sigh, I’m ready to explode and shouting from now.

Calm down Tamara. We need this stupid deal. It’s only a matter of time.

“Well, I need you to talk about the deal we have both agreed on. ”
He mutters, his face now turning serious but I care less about that. He would always remain a dick to be.

“Yes, that’s right. You said you would help me if I could get Tamara here to marry you. Now she’s here and I hope you guys can sort things out. ”
Dad smiles at me and I secretly roll my eyes. Sort things out, my foot!
There’s nothing to sort out with this fool right here, I would rather take pleasure in giving him pain.

“Alright so you’re telling me now that she knows about this and she still came here? ”
His gaze turns to me, as if to say why the hell would I even come. I wouldn’t if it was left to me and if my family’s honour wasn’t just about to die down and at stake.

“Yes, she did. Now I will leave you two to talk about things between yourselves, I will be right outside when you’re both done. ”
Dad smiles at me before walking out of the office and I turn over to the door with a smile still plastered across my face. A fake smile.

“Well, it’s such a shock that you’re here. Isn’t it? ”
He raises his brows at me, shifting his chair back and leaning against it to stare at me more than he should and I roll my eyes.

“I’m sure it would be. Now let’s get things straight. I don’t like you, you don’t like me. In fact I hate you and I would do anything to make you suffer so tell me. Why the hell would you want to marry me before you can help my family? ”
I raise my brows at him and he chuckles, shaking his head before standing up then walking around the office to get to me.

“Because cupcake, I can’t wait to see you suffer. ”
He smirks and I scoff.

“I’m glad you know that I hate you cause it would have been a much bigger problem if you thought I am getting married to you because I love you. Now let’s get things straight, I had mentioned marriage to your father but there’s absolutely no fucking way I’m gonna allow myself to be tied to you for the rest of your miserable life. This marriage is something I need for just a year and that’s it. You’re free to go any fucking where you want and during this year, I hope you behave yourself. ”
He says and I stand up, staring at him.
Okay, that was actually different from what I had expected.

“I don’t understand. ”
I shake my head. “Why do you need to get married to me and even if you need someone to get married to, why does it have to be me? And thirdly, what the hell do you mean the marriage is just for a year. ”

“Good questions you have there seeing you have no brains. So anyways answers to your questions, first what I need with the marriage has got nothing to do with you. Secondly, I choose you because you seem like the least choice at the moment, it’s killing two birds with one stone. I deprive pleasure in making you suffer and what other ways can I make you suffer better than to have you tie to be for a year. And mostly because, you hate me. I despise you which means I won’t have to deal with some girl obsessing over me over the year.. ”
He smirks and I roll my eyes. As if.

“And thirdly, this is gonna be a fake marriage. See it as a contract with me for a year and your reward is getting your family back to how it used to be or even better. Do we have a deal or not? ”
He raises his brows, crossing his arms against his chest.

Fake marriage which means I won’t have to file for a divorce later. A year but my family would be back.

“Deal. ”
I smirk.

“Trust me Tamara king, this would be the worst year of your life. ”
He smirks once again and I don’t know if I should feel threatened by that or let him know that I wouldn’t back down either.