It was a marriage of convenience, at least that's how it started. The strange tension wasn't expected by either of you. The weird silence between you two when you got too close at home... it was so weird.

You never liked Damien before... Before you couldn't even stand him! He was annoying, and he was a friend of your brothers, so that made it worse. but, the both of you needed each othett's** help whether you liked it or not.

It's not like you couldn't stand him now, but the shift in your guys' relationship didn't help. He needed someone to show off, especially with his parents' business, and you needed to convince your parents you weren't always stuck inside your room and that you had someone. See?

Nothing more to it.

On your wedding night, a beautifully staged, fake, planned wedding. A 2 Million dollar wedding just for 2 people who had no affection for one another...

Glistening like frozen starlight, the Baccarat crystal chandelier dominated the hall. Tier upon tier of meticulously cut crystals cascaded downwards, a breathtaking frozen waterfall of light.

Each facet caught and scattered the illumination, transforming it into a thousand dancing sparks. It was a silent symphony of brilliance, an opulent centerpiece that whispered of grand celebrations and timeless elegance.

He pressed his lips against yours after the final " do"-one quick enough but long enough to satisfy the crowd. "That all you got? Poor girtfriends..." you teased, your hand brushing his Adam's apple.

His eyes met yours, studying you before crashing his lips against yours, almost bruising them. The crowd's cheers only worsened the force of the kiss; your nails dug into his neck until he soon pulled away.

"Hope this meets your expectations, Ms. Russo..." he whispered, his breath tickling your ear, the tension returning.