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As she was still processing what was about to happen in her life, the door was opened. Florence looked at the door and there stood Tristan Black, her nightmare. 

The man was dressed in black dress shirt and slim fitted black pants. His hair was styled elegantly. His sharp brows were furrowed as he looked Florence. 

Florence hated how hot the man looked. She didn't like him but she wasn't blind to not notice that the man was actually quite beautiful. It was sad that he was just a pretty face with a trash like personality. 

The male had his brows furrowed together as he glared at his soon-to-be wife. Florence badly wanted to squirm under his gaze but she didn't want to give him any kind of satisfaction. His gaze was intense and it felt as if he was digging a hole in her body. He looked at her as if she was something that got stuck on the heels of his shoes.

"Oh! Tristan! Come in please!" Violet exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she looked at her soon-to-be son-in-law. 

Florence , however, rolled her eyes. Violet was just Two years older than Tristan and she was fifteen years younger than Florence's father. Violet was a beauty but she was someone who was obsessed with money.

Her dad was too blind and Violet was too greedy. But surprisingly she took great care of her father so Florence never interfered in between. 

" It's Mr. Black for you, Mrs. Kline. I don't think that we are close enough for you to call me by my first name." Tristan said void of any emotion , his gaze still fixed on Florence as if Violet was not even present in the room.

The scene was almost satisfying. Florence wanted to laugh just by looking at the face of her stepmother, Violet was as red as tomato. It was a sight to behold. It was rare to see her embarrassed. 

"Of course, Mr. Black. My apologies. " She said with an awkward laugh at the end that sounded way too high pitched. Her voice was still as sweet as ever. Florence wanted to gag at that.

"If you don't mind , I want to talk with this girl." Tristan said as he gestured towards Florence. Florence narrowed her gaze at the man.

" Yeah! Of course. You can talk with her." Violet said as she walked a little further away from the duo and sat on the vacant chair. She was still subtly looking at them.

" Alone. " Tristan said as he finally looked away from Florence and towards Violet he had his eyebrow raised. It was clear that he was frustrated with Violet. 

" Oh. Sorry." Was all she said as she immediately stood up and made her way out of the room, leaving Florence with the jerk.

Tristan walked closer to Florence and Florence fought the urge to walk backwards. The guy was tall, very tall in comparison to Florence. He was towering over her but Florence stood her ground. She will not give this man the satisfaction that he had some kind of effect on her. She had to stand on her grounds. 

" For someone who lost her potential husband you don't look sad at all." Tristan said, jaw clenched as he spoke those words. He was too close to Florence, his expensive scent was making Florence dizzy.

Florence raised her brow at him with a not so impressed look on her face.

" Want me to fake some tears? I could do that if you want but I have makeup on. Don't want to mess it up. " Florence said as she tilted her head to the side and smiled at the older man a little. Even though her heart was pounding inside her chest, she tried to not to show any kind of emotion on her face.

Tristan closed his eyes for a few seconds, it looked as if he was trying to control his anger.

" What did you do to my brother?" He asked instead, voice not more than a whisper and Florence frowned at him openly. Was he doubting her? 

" I have no idea about what happened to Edwin. We were not very close as you may know and besides I was with my mother for the last few days. " Florence said, her voice neutral as she watched Tristan clench his jaw again. He walked a little closer to Florence until their feet were touching.

"Don't think that I will let you off this topic. I still think that you have something to do with his disappearance. " Tristan said and Florence remained calm. She was not at all interested in communicating with this stupid person. 

" Whatever helps you to sleep at night. I won't be wasting my time trying to prove myself to someone who is hell bent over his beliefs. " Florence said and watched Tristan glare at her with hatred in his gaze.

" Let's get married then." Tristan said as he walked out the room without waiting for Florence. 

Well, if this is what is needed then it's okay, Florence tried to console herself. It was not as if she was happy marrying Edwin but now she thinks that marrying Edwin was thousand times better than marrying Tristan.

"Are you not coming?" Tristan's voice echoed from outside and Florence rolled her eyes before walking out of the room.

….

If Florence wasn't upset with the man she was marrying then maybe she would have the ability to fawn over the wedding decorations. It was a dream wedding. 

Flowers lined over the aisle as she walked with her father. At the end of the aisle stood the priest and Tristan. The jerk still managed to look handsome as ever.

Violin played at the background as she glanced at her soon to be husband who was looking at her with disinterest. Regardless, Florence was not blind to not notice that Tristan looked amazing, devastatingly beautiful. It should be a crime that he is totally an eye candy with trash like personality. 

Violet was looking at her with a smile filled with joy, she was finally gonna get all that money. Her father however had a guilty look plastered all over his face.

Soon she was standing right beside Tristan who was looking at her with intense gaze.

His black eyes were filled with hatred and Florence struck him with her stoic expression. She didn't like marrying him either . Her father handed her hand into the much larger hand of Tristan as her father walked back towards his seat. Florence turned to look at Tristan as the priest began to speak.

"Mr. Tristan Black, do you take Ms. Florence Kline as your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked.

"I do." Tristan replied, his gaze still on Florence. 

Florence heart thumped in her chest. She was going to marry a jerk .

" Ms. Florence Kline, do you take Mr. Tristan Black as your lawfully wedded husband?"

Her tongue felt dry like a sand paper, it weighted ten pounds and she could hear her own heart beats drumming in her chest.

" I do." She replied nonetheless as she stared at Tristan with blank gaze. 

" I pronounce you married. May your union be strong and last for eternal. " She heard the priest Saud and she could practically feel her body go numb.

She was a married woman now.