Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

"You will be compensated." Olivier had said this to Fleur before they got on the car.

She didn't know where they were going, but it didn't matter. 

The car pulled up at the Civil Affairs Bureau. It was two-thirty in the morning, yet the Bureau was still brightly lit. Fleur guessed Olivier was responsible for that.

He got out of the car without a word. His cold, indifferent demeanour never changed.

Fleur followed him into the Bureau. Olivier then sat down by the signature desk.

Fleur did not sit. A blank sheet of paper was pushed in front of her. "Write down your terms."

Fleur scrutinised the room before finally resting her gaze on Oliver's face. "You're compensating me by marrying me?"

"I'm not marrying you. We're just getting a marriage certificate."

These were different. Marriage comes with love. Getting a marriage certificate is different.

"Sir." Fleur then sat down. Olivier caught a whiff of her perfume. His eyes flitted to her lips for a moment.

"Your way of compensating me is truly a marvel. But you giving me a blank piece of paper for me to write whatever terms I want in this 'marriage' after dragging me here in the middle of the night makes me wonder if I'll be able to handle the consequences of this 'marriage'."

"You can handle it." Olivier stretched out his hand, in which some documents were immediately placed on his palm by his driver. He singled out his cheque book. "If you don't wish to proceed, just tell me. Don't waste my time."

"..."

made it seem like he really had to be in licensed wedlock by tonight. Fleur wondered what would happen if she did not

other random

easier to convince

d*mned confidence

chose me because I just so happened to

else are you thinking about

if I didn't hook my claws into you then, seeing as you clearly have what it takes to compensate me if you

His gaze was frosty

now,

Olivier's voice stayed

......

the certificate. Fleur felt an indescribable

had risen through

Olivier was already one

was certain that an ominous path laid before her now that she had registered as married to Olivier.

fine with having anyone

felt like she was just beginning to step into unknown territory, knowing threat loomed near yet she could not see where it was coming

dangerous, and challenging, all

......

...

brought a sense of spring cheer to the autumnal weather. This was a place where people officiated their marriages, after all. It

Fleur's high heels clicking on the concrete ground was the loudest noise for miles. Her

instinctively reached out to Olivier to steady herself, and Olivier reacted without thinking, grabbing her hand so she did not fall flat onto the