It was evening. Song Min Ho sat in his desk. He was still in his office, his jawline gently leaning on his arm.
It was minutes to ten and he was still working. In spite being a candidate for the presidential seat, he was also a business man who was feared inside the business empire.
He rose slowly,taking his phone from his pocket. He scrolled through Mi Rae's pictures on Instagram and he couldn't help but be amazed by her beauty. Her brown hair and black eyes brought out the innocence in her but what caught his eyes was the figure in the background.
Mi Rae's younger sister.
Gia Lee, stood, her jet black hair and emerald green eyes bringing out the aura in her. She stood unbothered, as if everything around her didn't matter. A sense of freedom surrounding her. A smile crept up his lips. He switched off the phone and left the office,his bag in his hand.
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The car screeched to a halt inside his mansion, bodyguards surrounding the place. He got out of his car. His long legs taking powerful steps as the people around him slightly bowed, showing their respect.
He entered his mansion. It was beautifully built but it was lonely inside. He rarely spends time inside his house. Though it's vibrant architecture didn't bring the life to the house,either.
He looked around and his battler, Mr.Park came forward.
"Welcome sir, your grandfather came and seeing that you were absent,he left. He only left a few words" the fifty-five years old man said, his hand extending to take the bag from Min Ho but he didn't give in instead asked.
"What did he say?"
"He wanted to say his final blessings on your wedding, tomorrow".
Min Ho stayed quite and headed straight to his room. He stripped off his work suit and got into the bathtub.
He was agitated to the core. Nobody cared that he is getting married to a woman he never loved, doesn't love and surely will never love . All they cared was for the Song family name to be raised higher by him once he wins the elections.
After minutes of staying inside the tub,he got out and changed into casual clothes.
He headed to the dining, his food was there but it was cold. He sat down as he ate his food in silence.
Meanwhile on the gate of Min Ho's mansion, Gia Lee kept honking her car as she shouted.
"You asshole's, let me in this instant ".
"Sorry ma'am, we can not let you in".
One scary looking bodyguard ,was the one that declined. His gaze piercing into her emerald green eyes.
"Can not let me in? Do you know who I am? I am the sister of the wife your boss is about to marry, Han Gia Lee",the guard said nothing and Gia Lee grunted in annoyance.
"You wanna go the hard way? Fine! I will give you the hard way" she declared, reversing her car before driving it forward at a high speed into the gate . The bodyguard ducked away from the gate as he used a remote to open the gate before Gia Lee could cause any damage. The car passed right through and once inside, Gia Lee got out of her car and waved a middle figure at the bodyguard who was panting and cursing her under his breath.
She walked majestically into the house, swaying her hips. The house' low vibe sent some chills to her spine. It was like a haunted house ;cold ,dark and unlively.
Gia Lee looked around and saw light from the dining room, she headed there. She hoped it was Min ho because even if it wasn't and he was asleep, she search for his room, hump on his sleeping bed till she woke him up.
She walked into the dining table and Min ho didn't react when he noticed her presence. She was expecting a surprised expression or a scared one but no! She got none.
"You know, it's a crime to break into someone's house" he said cooly, his masculine voice calm and deep. His gaze slowly rising to her.
"I wouldn't call it breaking in. The guard was there, he did a bad job at keeping me away" Gia Lee answered. She walked and sat down on a chair opposite his.
"That guard is a skilled South Korean special soldier, he could have killed you if you weren't from the Han family and a little cray cray", Min Ho remarked ,he pushed the plate of food aside, making crear space for him and her.
"Now. What do I owe the pleasure from young mistress Han?"
"I will get to the point. I hate beating about the bush".
Min Ho raised his eyebrow, staying calm and quite, waiting for her to continue.
"I know what you need and I can give it to you,"
"And what's that?" He asked, interestingly curious.
She smirked, crawling into the table. She squat on the table on all fours and leaned in to his ears. Her voice soft and melodic,as she whispered.
"A bride".
"I already have one", Min Ho answered nonchalantly.
"You mean my sister. You don't love her but she is obsessed with you . Won't you feel bad if she falls too hard and fails to fall out."
"Come to think of it " She jumped down to his lap, her slender fingers blushing against his delicate facial structure. Her butt pressing down on his load ,making it hard for him resist her sweet temptation.
"If you, Song min ho . Get married to me, Han Gia Lee, instead of my clichè sister. Not only would we make the perfect couple but also boost your votes for next year's elections. No one will know my identity as your wife except the Han and Song family members " she added then got up from his lap.
He held his breath as she came behind him and seductively said; " A candidate whose bride's identity is hidden will rise interest among the people and will give you the attention you need to win. Not to worry, a year after you win as South Korea's President, we will divorce".
"What makes you think I would marry you?"
"Because I know you need this"
"What do you gain from this?" he inquired.
"Freedom. My grandfather arranged a husband for me and I don't want to.We both need this and trust me you wouldn't want to marry my sister who will be on your neck 24/7".
Min Ho stayed quite not saying anything,his mind racing with thoughts.
"Think fast baby, tomorrow is your wedding ", Gia Lee smirked.
After a moment of silence he said.
"You've got yourself a deal".
"Good! All you need is to reject Mi Rae on the alter and leave the rest to me. Don't forget to play along",she remarked and left the place.