Marrying The Arrogant Billionaire

TEASER

"Prince… Percival… Pierre… Cario…” I rea d the long string of names out loud, squinting at the elegant calligraphy on the front of the massive photo album. I let out a laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “Come on, Dad. How am I supposed to handle four guys at once?”

Dad chuckled. “Kitty... "That’s just one guy. That’s the full name of Boss Valerion’s son.”

I stared at the album again.

Oh. Well, I’d just read it off the cover without thinking. The name sounded like it belonged to a royal bloodline, not some random guy being lined up to be my future husband.

Dad nudged the album closer. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Open it.... Let’s take a look at Boss Pierre’s face.”

I sighed then I slowly opened the album’s cover, flipping past the initial page until I was staring at several printed photographs. They were clearly taken by a professional because of the clean backgrounds, expensive clothes, and lighting meant to make him look appealing.

And there he was.

They called my... future husband.

I studied his face in silence.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” Dad asked eagerly, watching my face like I was supposed to fall in love at first sight.

I turned to him with the most unimpressed expression I could manage, letting my silence say it all before flashing him a sarcastic little grin.

Then I shook my head slowly.

“That face…” I said flatly, pointing to the picture. "Is an absolute disaster. He’s horribly ugly.”

"Kitty..." my father muttered, his breath coming out in a heavy sigh, a grunt of frustration. "You're only saying that because you just don’t want to get married... Haven’t we already talked about this? I’ve been telling you the same thing for over a month now... trying to make you understand."

I dropped my weight against the back of the chair, letting out a groan as I crossed my arms and scowled.

"From the moment Boss Valerion saw you... He chose you. He picked you to marry his eldest son. Their heir, Kitty. Can you believe that?"

I rolled my eyes.

Honestly, I was starting to regret ever tagging along to my dad’s workplace.

It belonged to a famous, ridiculously wealthy family, people so used to getting their way that even real-life decisions felt like business deals to them.

Ever since that day, my life had started to spiral out of control. Things got messy. And apparently, Boss Valerion decided that I was good enough to become the wife of their heir.

"And that’s why I’m asking you... Kitty, my daughter…" His voice softened as he looked at me, pleading. "Please, stop making yourself look unpresentable... Fix your clothes and your face..."

“I said no."

“My goodness, child! You look like someone living on the streets! Stop stealing my clothes… and for heaven’s sake, would you please comb your hair?!”

Yes, I was doing it on purpose. I wanted to look as horrible as I possibly could. I wore