If marriage really was a game

"Marriage!!!!", my secretary 'Betty' screamed at the top of her voice. She had always adored the idea of couples, children and marriage but this was not how she thought it all happened, by a simple wager made amongst elites.

Basically two elites come togethere and make a wager on the life's of commoners, if the wager is successful than the two people should marry, if the wager in unsuccessful than the two both have to pay a third party 10 000 tiles of Siler.

This game has always been risky especially when the elites parents are involved, but who am I to meddle in their affairs, I have enough to dael with, making sure their sheltered and feed.

But I do find this to be entertertaining, people can be soo gutsy, especially when it comes to choosing life partners.

Don't you just love the foolish and in love? 😁, if any of you can agree than pls note that Betty 100% does not, she'd rather have it be spontaneous and romantic, completely out of the blue.

I've tried my best to explain to her that reality is a whole lot less rainbows and romance than she imagine in her head but she fails to listen🤦‍♀️.

There was a couple who had just moved into the hotel and had made a bet on me, whether or not I accept Mr anterages dance offer, the both of them hated each other so they both agreed to bet that I would not accept his offer. which I did not accept meaning that the wager was successful.

The next morning the new soon to be wed couple came to me and Mr anterage demanding to know if I had a mental illness, one that stopped all reason and sense.

Seeing the situation they're in, I understood their anger. But he certainly did not, he looked almost somewhat annoyed at the two. "is everything alright" , I asked him in a low whisper. " maybe we should tell them what happened after the gala?"he replied with a mischievous grin 😈.

My patience with him was at my limit , I'd rather die then let anyone know what happened between us. It was embarrassing and inappropriate 😳. The urge to slap that grin off his face had nearly taken me over when his sister stepped into the room. She looked like she had been up all night and apparently she was up all night, busy planning the wedding of the angry couple infront of me.

We greeted each other, than she immediately dragged the couple out of the room. Now it was just me and Mr anterage and I couldn't wait to leave but that hot devil caught me in the same grip as he had last night and this time it didn't seem like he was letting go

I told him how improper this is and that he should let me go before I turn him black and blue😠.

But the expression on his face left me speechless, he looked heartbroken😥. He leaned in closer and asked me, if he's ever hurt me. That question stung a great deal. I replied no and kissed his cheek apologizing for my short fuse.

He smiled and kissed me back, but this time on my neck and he kept getting lower and lower, fighting was the last thing on my mind, I was too busy trying not to let anyone outside know what was happening🥵.

How did this happen? How did a total stranger make me feel like this. Both hot and confused, and to think I still didn't know his name.

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