Chapter 1: Contract Marriage

De Vegas intl. Hotel and casino penthouse, New York City.

The long flight from Egypt left Oliver exhausted.

He couldn't help but feel the weariness tripled from the thought of signing a contract with a strong-headed client who preferred doing literally everything with his language.

_Of all languages why the hell did he choose one I freaking don't know?_ he thought as he massage his temples.

He even had to get a translator but everything went astray when the translator's agency decided to cancel it at the very last minute leaving Oliver with less than a day to find a substitute.

He even got his assistant to contact the agency to get a replacement which they promised to send one before 10:00 PM but now is 11:00 PM and still there isn't one.

He couldn't afford to make any tiny mistake with this deal or he would be doomed as it's a multi-billion-dollars deal which will make his company go higher.

Just the stress from a long and tiring flight plus the headache of getting another translator left Oliver tired.

Normally he should be sleeping now or busy scrolling through the internet but tonight was different.

_I gotta take a walk or I definitely won't be able to sleep._ Oliver thought inwardly and picked up his phone. He immediately dialled a number and instantly the other picked up.

"Greetings boss. Do you have any orders?" Said a male voice over the phone.

"Yeah, I will be in the penthouse for a while. Don't look for me for now no matter how important it is." Oliver replies while massaging his neck.

"Okay, boss."

With that, Oliver ended the call and stood up, he then changed into a simple-looking plain white shirt and light blue jeans. Being someone who hates attention he decides to tone down his dressing style for now looking more like an Asian tourist.

_I wonder how crazy nightlife can be in New York._

****

Coming out of his private elevator, he headed straight towards a corner of the bar.

Being someone who loves being in a secluded spot while watching interesting stuff he decides to choose that spot.

"Give me a cup of black desert tea and another cup of 19s Vodka please." He placed his order to which the barman who was busy cleaning the cups hurriedly nodded.

As soon as the drinks were placed in front of him. Oliver instantly gulped down the vodka and used the black desert tea to wash it down.

"Now that's the feeling!" 

He mumbles as he starts feeling tipsy.

Being the type that doesn't drink Oliver could barely remain conscious from one cup and the combination of both drinks are hard and not many can handle the tipiness that comes after taking it.

Jeff looked at those on the dance floor and decided to enjoy the nightlife as usual.

****

Meanwhile in another part of New York right inside a small size apartment.

Two young girls could be seen chatting animatedly, standing before the closet with piles of dresses laid haphazardly on the floor as they tried to make a choice.

Jennifer Jones is a voluptuous blonde-haired lady decked in a glamorous close fitting dress that accentuates her figure.

She was quite a beauty with killer looks which made one drool, a dark contrast to the lady beside her who was still wearing her underwear with her brown wavy hair cascading down her shoulder.

 Slim, tall with a smooth jade like skin Mirabel looked quite innocent yet alluring compared to the bewitching Jenifer. 

Finally, Mirabel settled for a red sweetheart neckline dress, with a little touch of lip rogue she looks so stunning.

"Purffect", Jennifer clapped eyeing Mirabel in admiration as she dropped the makeup kit which Mirabel refused to use on the bed.

"Are you sure this will work", Mirabel asked softly for the hundredth time with her voice filled with uncertainty.

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror she seemed uncomfortable at her exposed cleavages and thighs.

"Yes, I'm sure Mimi. You definitely will get a fake husband with my top-notch plan!" Jennifer reassured.

You heard them right.

They both are planning on how to get Mirabel Leonard a fake husband for reasons known only to the both of them and the most funny case is they both are barely nineteen.

_Sigh, if this will get me a fake husband then I shall do it_ Mirabel mumbled with a determined expression as she gazed at her exposed cleavage with a hint of discomfort.

With both of them done dressing, they head out, towards the biggest club in town, De Vegas intl. Hotel and casino penthouse, New York City in search of a fake husband.

****

The night was still young as young energetic guys and ladies could be seen lining up in anticipation at the front of the casino.

No one dares misbehave as this casino belongs to the Storm's family.

Unlike others who lined up, Jennifer and Mirabel, being the sexy and model-like ladies easily got in after Jennifer bribed the guard with a little flirting.

The others could only watch with anger as the duos cut the lines and overtook them into the casino.

As soon as they enter, some guys approach them with the intention of mingling but Mirabel turned them down.

"I will be heading towards the bartender," Mirabel said to Jennifer who was already flirting with three boys.

"Alright, when you get the fake hubby, call me okie?"

"Sure and better not get drunk because I don't want to be calling only to discover you left your phone in God knows where," Mirabel warned before ignoring Jennifer.

As soon as Mirabel sat down she spotted a tired-looking handsome man in his early twenties but his stern face made him look older.

With a slightly tipsy tone, the man who turns out to be Oliver turns towards her and says in a tone that sounds more like yelling, "Miss, are you happy?! I can fulfill one wish for you so long as its in my power!" 

"I want to marry you," Mirabel replied subconsciously. As soon as she realised what she just uttered with a stuttering voice she wanted to correct herself but what Oliver said left her in a daze.

"Sure, I will gladly marry a beautiful lady like you!"