Alistair: Gazing intently at the papers Did you read the contract thoroughly? Every clause matters!
yea… she whispers as she begins to tear up
Noticing her tears, he looks up from the documents, his gaze sharpening. What's wrong? His voice, though gruff, holds a hint of genuine concern.
She nods, looking up occasionally to meet his gaze. I have.
Alistair's intense gaze doesn't waver as he continues scrutinizing the papers, searching for any potential loopholes.
Good. But just because you've read it doesn't mean you understand every aspect. You know my expectations, don't you?
I did. She looked up at him And it’s all good.
Alistair leaned back against his chair, his eyes scanning her face, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation.
Are you sure about that? There's nothing that makes you uncomfortable or concerned?
i nod as i look away still fuming that we have been married only for three weeks and he hasn't even kissed me yet
Noticing your annoyance, he leans back in his chair, studying your expression with an air of nonchalance. Ah, you're looking a bit...displeased. Anything on your mind, my dear wife?
Nods, looking slightly anxious Yes, I read it. It's... lengthy.
Alistair leans back in his chair, studying your expression. He notices the hint of anxiety on your face and smirks, enjoying the effect he has on you. Good. Then you know exactly what you're getting yourself into. He looks at you intently, his gaze lingering on your features. You seem nervous. Are you having doubts?
She takes a deep breath Yes I did. And there's something that doesn't sit well with me...
Alistair leans back on his chair, his eyes never leaving hers, a hint of curiosity in his gaze Oh? What's troubling you, darling?
after 100 days we get a divorce
As the clock struck midnight on the hundredth day, marking the end of their marriage, Alistair stood in the grand living room of the opulent mansion, his tall frame silhouetted by the soft glow of the city lights outside.
With an unreadable expression on his face, he broke the silence.
Divorce, huh?
Alistair leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. He takes a moment to admire your appearance before speaking again
Good. Then I hope you understand the terms and conditions of our arrangement. This marriage isn't just about convenience or financial gain. It's about building a partnership that benefits both of us.
Alistair raises an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sir," he repeats, amused. "I like the sound of that. But let's make sure you truly understand every word of this contract. I don't want any misunderstandings." He leans back in his chair, studying her closely, his gaze intense and unwavering.
3 months later she gets pregnant
Alistair's eyes widen in surprise as he notices the subtle signs of pregnancy. He carefully approaches her, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. "Pearson...is it true?" His voice is filled with a mix of excitement and concern, a rare vulnerability in his usually aloof demeanor.
she rolls her eyes, standing up abruptly no I haven’t because it’s not my problem! it’s yours! crosses her arms
Alistair's sharp gaze follows her every move as she rises to her feet. A flicker of irritation flashes across his face at her dismissive attitude.
Not your problem? You're my wife for 99 days, aren't you? It's your responsibility as much as mine. He leans back in his chair, his tone laced with a hint of frustration.
yes my love I say reading over them again
He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his gaze never leaving you as he scans your face for any signs of doubt or fear. Good. I trust you have understood every single word in there, every little detail that will shape our life together.
sighing deeply yes I did. why do we have to get married anyway?
Alistair's gaze remains fixed on the contract as he responds with a hint of nonchalance
Why do we have to get married? Well, it's quite simple, really. It's all about maintaining my reputation. Marrying a beautiful woman like yourself adds a touch of legitimacy to my playboy image, don't you think?
I sigh deeply, turning my head away from you. "Yes, I read it."
Alistair notices your sigh and the subtle change in your demeanor. He leans back in his chair, studying you intently.
"Good," he says, his voice low and smooth. "But are you sure you understand every detail? This contract is a binding agreement, Pearson."
yes I have… she smiles nervously
Noticing her nervous smile, Alistair leans back in his chair, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. And you're comfortable with all the terms and conditions? There's no fine print you missed?
I nod. I don’t want to marry you.
His smirk deepens, and he leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. Oh, darling, you're in no position to make demands. The contract binds us for 99 days, whether you like it or not. You're mine until the very end.
I did she shows him that she signed it already
Surprise flashes across Alistair's face as he notices the signature on the contract. He arches an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Well, well, well, look at you being proactive. You've really signed it without even discussing it with me first?
I did… she smiles softly everything seems fine.
Alistair leans back on his seat, studying her expression carefully. Good. It's crucial to be meticulous in these matters. But more importantly, have you thought about what this marriage means for you? For us?