Married To The Billionaire I Hate

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be kidding me!" I yelled, pacing back and forth across the hardwood floor, my heels clicking like gunfire. "You expect me to marry Cole Gra

g on the armrests, his hands folded neatly in front of him. He regarded me with the

maddeningly steady. "I mean it. Y

ous?" I demanded, the disbelief clear in my voice. "You want me to marry him? Today

. It's business. A partnership between the Hart Enterprise and Gr

ybe! Have you lost your mind? I'm not ready to get married! I ha

And the marriage won't interfere with your work. O

s I turned sharply to face him. "Dad, I'm already CEO of Hart Enterprise. I'v

st and shallow, and my hands shook as I ran them th

! He's arrogant, insufferable, and so full of himself he doesn't even have room for basic human decency." I stopped paci

his isn't just about you or Cole. This is about securing the future of our company...your company. The alliance

with sarcasm. "You mean convenient. C

ching. "And for you too, if you let go of yo

I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing the emotions back. "You've already discussed this with him, haven't you?

he's agreed. This alliance will solidify both

despair. I stared at him, my vision blurring as the tears I'd been

. Because this is bigger than

st? My father had just casually announced that I was to marry the one man I'd spent y

They brimmed in my eyes, blurring the room around me. My voice cr

lightly. "I care about your future, Emily. And t

for breakfast. My heart pounded against my ribcage, and I couldn't believe the words c

dropped th

s the arrangements," he said, his tone calm and matter-of-factly, like

, and for a moment, I genuinely thought I might

dn't understand why I wasn't on board with his ridiculous pla

t my heart was hammering so hard it felt like it might explode.

irm. "I've never been more serious, Emily. This is ha

d. My breathing quickened, and my stomach twisted into knots. "A week?" I repeated, my voi

ts. "This isn't up for debate. I expect you to be at that meeting tomorrow

mash the pristine vase on the desk into a thousand pieces. Instead, I clenched my

ou can't just decide my life for me like this. I'm not a

he was the one who was exhausted. "Emily, this i

that. I'll never see that. This is insane! How do you exp

readable as ever. "Because you're a Hart," he

lled with anger. "Necessary? This is necessary to

a finger at me. "Enough, Emily. You'll d

nning beneath me, like I might collapse under the weight of everything. My throat ti

evening.

thundered in my ears as I stumbled back a step. "I can'

d with a coldness that made my stoma

nd to open up and