That... That was bad news. That did not make me happy at all.

I storm into my parent's house after hearing that I am now married. Who gave them the right?!

"Dad, were you part of mom's plan too?" I ask.

"I couldn't escape too, Dawson," he shrugs.

"With who?" I ask.

"You'll love her for sure. Trust me on this, mother knows everything," my mom said.

"That's a fact," my dad supports.

"Pfft," this is ridiculous!

"Dawson, you will see her in the next two days," two days? Why is it so long?

"Did the bride accept this? Does she knows about this?"

"It's between parents," oh geez. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I rest my other hand against the wall.

"I think I need a vacation,"

"You will when you meet your wife," ew, wife. I'm allergic to that word. "Your dad and I figured this is the right choice."

Whoever this person is, I will make their life a living hell.

I choked and needed help to breathe again. My food flew out of my mouth and landed onto my plate. I take big gasps of air.

"You did what?!" I ask for another repeat.

"Your dad and I had married you off to someone," my mom said excitingly. "Your spouse is a rich person, you might know them."

I look between my dad and her. Disgust is written all over my face. "You married me to a stranger who I don't even know because they are rich? Mom, dad, I bring millions into this household. That isn't enough?"

"Sure it is enough baby, but what we really care about is your happiness. We figured that this is the right choice," my dad chimes in.

"When will I see them?" I ask.

"In two days," he answers

This is not fair, but if it has to go down this way, I will make their life a living hell.

My phone interrupts our family conversation, so I had to excuse myself.

"Who is it?" I answer.

"Rylee, great news! We sold your prefect picture for 850,000 dollars!" Who is this?

"Who are you?" I ask

"I'm Zain, one of your photographer," how come I don't know about you. "I just got hired."

"Oh, specifically what picture? I have a lot of pictures."

"You on your toes, wearing the pale turquoise dress," It hits me. That picture is not supposed to be sold! It is suppose to go into my arena!

"WHY? WHO DID YOU SOLD IT TO AND WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION?!" I yell.

"Was I not suppose to?"

"NO!" I continue. "Zain, you better go get it back for me, before I fire you!" Ugh, I can't fire him either. I end the call and return to join my parents.

"Who were you yelling at?" My dad ask. I massage my temples and sigh.

"They sold one of my picture that I specifically told them to not sell," I explain. "I need Advil."

The next day, Zain called back and said he couldn't. The person who bought the picture is refusing to take their money back. The person who bought my picture said that, if I want it back badly then the price that is a thousand times larger than what they have bought for. It's not worth it. We can make better pictures. I'll get over it.

"It must be that they found a bigger deal, it is why they want the picture back," I assume.

"Could possibly be that," said my secretary.

We both look at the picture of the ice skater being hung on the wall right across from my desk. It's just something about her that calms me down, her body language.

"That's perfect," I tell the workers. They left it how it is then clean up before leaving my office. I approach the picture and smile. Hard to believe that a perfect human being exists.

"Ahem, Dawson?" I turn my head to look at my secretary who's beside me. "I think you're crushing on her."

Crushing? No. I shake my head. "I'm admiring," I correct her. My secretary nod then leave my office silently.

The day went by fast and a new day comes. I'm here standing in front of a full length mirror attached to the wall. Here's the outfit check, something presentable to leave a good impression on my wife. Wife. I fix my hair then head out to my parent's house. Best not to be late too, that won't be a good impression.

Once I get out of my car, I throw my keys to the butler to drive it away. The man by the door opens it before me as I walk towards him. I enter and look around. They aren't here yet, but my family are all sitting down.

"Come sit and wait, Dawson," my mom said. I went to sit down and look at my watch.

"I have a deal to sign at noon," I inform my parents. Immediately, I heard groans from my older brother and sister. "What?"

"Can you at least not think about business for once?" My sister, Erin said. Her husband chuckles.

"My time is money," I respond.

"Mr. and Mrs. Pierce, the Garland family are arriving," the butler announce.

"You all stay and behave," my mom hisses before dad and her go outside.

Well, they have a much bigger house than ours. It's a mansion for sake, and they must be well known. We stop the car at the big broad gates that's labeled 'Pierce'. I'm not sure that if Pierce is the family's name or the brand of the gate.

A man appear from nowhere or maybe I just didn't see him. He press something on the gate's pillar then the gates slowly opens. Once it's fully open, my dad drive us to the front of the house. Their service people were quick to open the car doors for us. We all step out and were greet by the homeowners of this mansion: Mr. and Mrs. Pierce.