Marriage Contract [ON HOLD]

"You may not kiss the bride"

Keira Bright is a talented girl. She's a fashion designer and a supermodel. Not only talented, professionalism also courses through her veins. However, one day, she had to face financial problems caused by her father, who is addicted to gambling and eventually fled - leaving her behind to pay back his depths. That's when she met Harry Styles, the head owner of the most well-known resort throughout the whole world, World Resort Hotel. Harry instantly fell in love with her from the moment he saw her but problem is, she doesn't feel the same way. "Here, I'll help you out with your financial problems, only if you become my bride." Out of desperation, she had no other option. In the end, all she needed to say was, "I do."


14. I've Found A Solution

      I couldn’t remember how many times she thanked me. She even insisted for me to accept a huge amount of money but I didn’t really need them. So, I politely declined.

“There must be something I could do to repay you,” she said.

I smiled, “Don’t worry about it. I was happy to help and am truly glad he’s finally home.” She wasn’t convinced and so, she tried persuading me once more, “You’ve taken good care of my son. Surely there’s something you’d want. ”

Her offer was quite tempting. Back to my main problem, I haven’t found the perfect house for our housewarming party yet. Perhaps she could persuade Harry into lending his house for one night? Or rent a house for me instead? Well, that one’s too much. I bite my bottom lip, apparently brainstorming for a perfect solution.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Housewarming party,” I blurted.

“Housewarming party?” she repeated. “You’re having a housewarming party?”

I scratched the back of my head, “I-It’s just that, I was actually thinking of borrowing Harry’s house but..” my words trailed off.

“He’s being stubborn,” she continued.

“Well, yeah. Something like that,” I admitted.

She smiled softly, “I’ll convince him for you.” I looked at her in dumbfounded surprise, “Y-you would actually do that for me?”

She nodded.

If I could prance around the hallways, I totally would. She’s a real lifesaver. Harry would be powerless. He would definitely lend me his house after this, no doubt.

“Thank you so much,” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“No, thank you,” she answered.


      I groped inside my bag for my phone. As soon as I found it, I pulled it out and quickly dialled Kacey’s phone number. I’ve been skipping a lot of photo shoots lately. Hopefully she wasn’t agitated or even worse, enraged beyond galaxy.


Keira? Where’ve you been? I tried calling you for like a hundred times!

“Sorry. I was about to tell you that something has come up and I wasn’t able to show up today,” I answered apologetically.

You should’ve,” she muttered.

“I promise I’ll be at the studio tomorrow,” I said soothingly, hoping it would ease her anger.

You better,” she warned. After that, she hung up. I closed my eyes and groaned. I’ve actually had fun for these past few days, despite not having to show up for work. Times like these, I’d be at work 24 hours a day 7 days a week.

I turned on my heels to scurry my way out. Then, one of the receptionists called out. “Miss Keira! P-Please wait”

Me?” I was only making sure. There could be another Keira, who knows?

“Yes,” she nodded.

I walked towards the desk, “What is it?”

“The President would like to speak with you,” she said professionally, “in his office.”

“Could you tell him that I’m busy at the moment?” I tried reasoning. So, basically it’s a lie but I’m doing whatever it takes to escape.

“He said, it’s very important and he’s aware that you’re currently unoccupied,” she continued.

I didn’t get what he meant by unoccupied. I’ve tons to do. Hold on – the housewarming party. Did the Director actually convince him? A smile rose at the corner of my lips. He must’ve changed his mind.

He must have. He should have.


      I knocked the door. Then, I heard his voice from the inside, “Come in.” I turned the doorknob slowly and pushed the door open. He was sitting at the edge of the table, “Come in and sit,” he insisted. I swiftly made my way and without hesitation, I took a seat in front of him.

“So, what’s this about?”

“Well,” he hung his head and kept his eyes glued to the ground, “me and the Director. We had a talk.”

Really? About what?” I asked, playing innocent. I pretended I had no idea.

“I know that you know,” he tilted his head. His eyes pierced right through me, almost like he could see through my lies.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I glared at him.

“Oh, don’t you?” he grinned. He hopped off the desk and took a stand in front of me. “You know, I dislike being lied to.”

He towered above me, his hands on the armrests.  His finger touched my cheek then traced my jaw down to my chin, tilting my head upward. “Now’s a good time to confess,” he whispered. I narrowed my eyes and remained silent. What was he trying to do? There was nothing he could do to scare me.

He put his knee up on the chair, pinning me even further. The hem of his pants brushed against my leg. He leaned in closer, our noses were practically touching. My heart was racing now, like I’ve finished a marathon.

“Ready for your punishment, Mrs Styles?” his voice seductive and alluring.

“Punishment? I didn’t do anything wrong,” I denied. My cheeks were flushed pure red. So, I twisted away to look at the ceiling over his shoulder. His lips barely brushed mine but I could still feel their heat.

“You’re not aware of your mistake? Then, let me help you realize what it is,” he said. His hair fell over his blazing eyes. He dipped his head and I felt his teeth graze my ear.

Dup dap dup dap dup dap.

      Automatically, I pushed him away.  “Okay,” I gave up. “I asked the Director to convince you into lending me your house,” I confessed. I was breathing heavily and my cheeks were still red.


He pulled away, a satisfied look on his face.

“What was that for?” I exclaimed. I straightened up with a bolt, ready to pound him any time.

“To interrogate you”

“Who would interrogate anyone in that sort of way?” I hissed.

“I would,” he smiled playfully.

I shook my head in disbelief. “So, about the housewarming party –“

“What about it?”

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” I watched him expectantly.

“Hmm..” he kept his gaze locked in mine.

“Oh, come on. It’s just for one whole day,” I persuaded.

“I’m lending you my house,” he declared. “If,” he continued, “you’d promise to keep it clean at all times. Not a single dirt on the floor, carpets, tables or –“

“I get it,” I grunted, “I promise I’ll keep it sparkly clean.”

“Good. Then, see you at the party, my wife

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