Fake Marriage With My CEO

Kate's POV"Oh, yes. Max! Harder! That's right!"I froze in my steps when I heard a very familiar voice moaning Maxwell's name. Maxwell was my fiance, the one with whom I was getting married today. "Ahh!"Heart pounding, I walked in the direction of the moans as they became louder and more passionate. They led me to the door of a room. The one that should have been ours for the night. Gently, I opened the door and my eyes almost popped out of their socket. On the same bed we were supposed to consummate our wedding night, my husband to be was fucking my cousin sister passionately! "You're so good, Max," Arya moaned. "I envy Kate that's she's got you,"Since childhood, Arya had made it her hobby to acquire whatever I had. I never thought she would extend that attitude even to my own fiance. "Don't worry," Maxwell replied, kissing her forehead. "I will love you the same even after marriage. You're so sweet,"I couldn't believe my eyes and ears, and I had to press a fist into my mout

Kate's POVIt was the pain that woke me up. It felt like a stubborn chef was pounding inside my head, making sure I didn't roll over to go back to sleep. Groaning, I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy. Very heavy. When I finally managed to open them, the fluorescent hurt and I had to close them and open them again, slowly this time. I sat up from the bed and looked around. The room looked strange, like a….I gasped. A hotel room? What was I doing in one? Just then, wind from somewhere caressed my body and I realised I was naked. My panic intensified. I looked around frantically, and that was when I saw the body beside me, sleeping peacefully. It's back was turned to me, so I couldn't see the face properly. I felt the blood drain from my face as I pieced the clues together. I couldn't remember getting to this room, but I can remember every other thing that happened before. The wedding preparations, Max cheating, escaping the altar, drinking at the bar. Oh God, did I just

Kate's POVMy mind went blank, the reeled with shock as it finally processed what I just heard. His wife? What was he thinking. “No way!” I blurted out. It wasn't a conscious thought, just words that fell off my lips. But I regretted them the instant they fell, because the look in Mr Benedetto's face could have frozen all seven oceans. For some reason, I shivered and avoided meeting his gaze. “Look at me!” he commanded. Like a puppet, I slowly raised my head to meet his eyes. The exasperation and mockery I saw made me angry. I held his gaze stubbornly. The war of stares raged for almost a full minutes before I finally gave him. But I refused to look down once more. I simply focused on his face, rather than looking directly into his eyes. Once again, I wondered how anyone could be so handsome.“What do you mean no way?” Mr Benedetto asked, his voice clearly reflecting his exasperation. “The press already thinks we're married. You saw the news.”I swallowed. Ordinarily, the though

Kate's POVMy face paled as I took in my CEO's gorgeous form. Slowly, I gave him a once over….Wait…did I just admire the asshole? Nah. Must be the excitement from tangling with Maxwell. I glared at Mr Benedetto, trying to hide the flutter in my chest. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound calm. I knew full well what he was here for. The reception party for our wedding that never happened. The same party for which he had asked me to be ready by four in the evening. I cast a quick look at the wall clock hanging on the opposite wall. It showed a few minutes after three in the evening. Did I sleep that long? “I said I was coming to pick you, didn't I? I also said you're to be ready and waiting by then,” Mr Benedetto said, his gaze fixed on my face as though daring me to refute him. I felt a surge of annoyance at his tone. But despite myself, I wondered what it would be like to sit beside him at a table of high society, acting as his wife. I hated myself for the though

Kate's POVUngraceful? Yep. But did I care? Nope! I sure as hell wasn't going to give an evil woman like that some face, public or not. Plus…I still wasn't ready to face her after the stunt I pulled. “Katherine!” I heard my uncle call, flabbergastment obvious in his voice. I felt guilt wash over me. He was the only one that truly cared for me after all. I deliberated whether to stop and go greet them properly after all. In the moment of hesitation, I wasn't completely focused on the door ahead. As I burst through it, I crashed into someone. The next instant, flutes, glasses and bottles of assorted wines crashed on me. I quicky rolled away to avoid more of them, then stood up in dismay. My clothes were ruined. The very next instant however, my dismay was replaced by shock and surprise. “Arya!” I gasped. What was she doing here? She smiled wickedly and before I could react, emptied the one bottle that survived our collision on my head. Furious, I raised my hand as high as I cou