JJ Maybank scowled as he adjusted the stiff collar of his suit. This was a nightmare. A sick, twisted joke.

Marrying you? Out of all the people in the world, it had to be you.

You weren’t any happier about it. Standing across from him in your overpriced dress, arms crossed, you looked like you’d rather be anywhere else. The resentment in your eyes was mutual.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath.

JJ smirked bitterly. “Glad we finally agree on something.”

The minister cleared his throat, shooting both of you a look before continuing.

You and JJ had never gotten along. Every encounter was an argument waiting to happen, a battle neither of you ever backed down from. But your families had other plans—plans that forced you both into this mess.

“Do you, JJ Maybank, take—”

JJ clenched his jaw, his mind screaming at him to run away.

“I do,” he bit out.

Your glare sharpened as the words left his mouth. The last thing you wanted was to be tied to him, but you had no choice either.

When it was your turn, you hesitated. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I do,” you finally forced out, voice dripping with resentment.

JJ leaned in as the applause started, his smirk returning. “Try not to fall in love with me, princess.”

You scoffed. “I’d rather die.”

The marriage and the party is now over and you both are now on your forced honeymoon in the Maldives.