A/N: I should warn some of my readers that this won't be like my usual funny fics.
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"You may now kiss the bride." The priest announced.
Kyouya faced his new wife and delivered a perfunctory kiss on her parched lips. Haruhi can barely contain her disgust.
"What now?" She asked her husband.
"We go back to work." He replied. They walked towards the parking space of the church and Haruhi slid inside Kyouya's black BMW. She took of her gold wedding ring and tossed it carelessly inside her handbag. He watched her.
"I take it you don't like the ring?" He asked uncaringly while starting the car's engine.
"This is a marriage in name only. There's no need for people in my office to know that I married."
"They will know sooner or later."
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2 weeks ago.
"We will only be married for a year, during that time, you will act as what a wife of an Ohtori shall act. I need a spouse for one reason only, to get the executives of our company to accept me as their new President easily. Those people are conservatives, they don't believe in bachelors running a company as big as ours." He explained. Handing her the business contract for their arrangement.
"Go over it them return it to me tomorrow. We'll do the necessary changes then." They were in Haruhi's sitting room and she was sitting on the chair in front of him staring at the sheets of paper while listening to his terms.
"That's a shallow reason to get married." She answered.
"Not in our world. That's why there is such a thing as arranged marriage. And I really don't want to marry those women who move in our circles, chances are, they're vultures. And I can't divorce them when I want to."
"And so you decided to use me."
"Of course, why will I allow myself to go through that hassle when I have a fallback?"
"You repulse me." She said lividly, "I can't believe there are people like you in this world."
"Ah, Haruhi, of course there are, your ex-lover is one of them, you have to admit, impregnating someone other than his girlfriend is not the best way to tell you that he wants to break up."
"He was a better man than you are now."
"We are the same Haru-chan," He gave her a pet name, she shivered from revulsion. "He might be a little better than I am but we belong to the same repulsive group you talk about." he glanced at his watch,"It's not that I don't want to discuss this further but might I suggest that we plan the wedding?" Kyouya changed the subject.
"I don't care, plan it yourself. I will just appear." "What I want to know is what are the arrangements of this marriage."
"Simple, we marry, stay and try to act happy for one year, after which, we file for divorce citing irreconcilable differences as grounds then we part ways." "Don't worry, after 1 year, your debt is paid in full and everything you received during the duration of our matrimony remain yours." "However, while we are married, I demand that you act the way I expect you to act, I will not accept pettiness or tantrums from you. That means we play a part whenever we are in front of those people, act as if you love me."
"Don't disappoint me." He told her softly, but the meaning was clear. "Don't give me trouble or else."
"As you wish."
"I'm impressed, you already know how to follow like a dutiful wife."
"I have my terms."
"By all means."
"I don't want anyone to know about our marriage, let them find out for themselves."
"Alright."
She stared at him. He smiled.
"I want to live my life the way I'm used to unless it involves your so called reason for getting married.
"Hmm."
"I'm going to practice my profession."
"I wouldn't dream of preventing you."
"I will not share your bed." She said wrathfully, her eyes burning with disgust for him.
"Tsk, Haruhi, what made you think I even want to?" He smirked.
"I really really hate you."
Kyouya stood from his chair and opened the door to her apartment.
"Well, I really really love you." He said before leaving her, enraged.
She threw the pillow at the door the brunette just closed.
"Damn you Kyouya Ohtori, don't include me in your games."
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A/N: It can only get worse.
