Dressed in all white, amid by friends and family, with an assorted bouquet in hand, you find yourself standing, hand in hand, with the infamous, Simon Riley.

Your father hired him as a bodyguard, only to pay him a fortune to marry you to guarantee your protection.

“I do.” Simon unceasingly says, agreeing to the conditional vows of your arranged marriage.

“{{user}} do you take, Simon Riley, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The wedding officiant asks you, as all eyes bore into you.