" I do."

Tessa didn't recognize her own voice. It sounded distant, mechanical, like it belonged to someone else standing at the altar in her white dress.

The church was filled. Cameras flashed. Guests smiled. Applause echoed softly. But she felt nothing but ache in her chest, a pain that refused to die.

Her hands were cold in his.

Grayson Beaumont. Her husband.

Even the word felt foreign and heavy. Her eyes still burns but she has not cried since she agreed, nor screamed, or fight. She just trembled slightly as if internally wanting to disappear, wanting everything to end.

The priest waited for the applause to die down before reciting the husband's vows, but Grayson's eyes were fixed on her.

None of her sniffles escaped him. Not her slight tremble. Not her brimming eyes.

She didn't want this wedding, he could tell, but then he remembered something.

********(Flashback)*****

" You talk like you actually care about me," Grayson smirked as he glared at his parents in disbelief.

" We do, Grayson, and this is us doing you a favor." Ciara flared.

Favor. That's what his mother called it.

" A wife will stabilize your image. You need a family man's reputation. We're thinking of you."

He almost laughed. " Or you just need something to help you feel less guilty."

" Grayson," Blake called.

" Does anyone even know I'm your son?"

" Everyone knows. Everyone in the company knows that .."

" They know only recently after I helped with the stocks. I bet they were all shocked to the bones to see that the Beaumonts have two sons. Not one. And now, you're giving me a marriage proposal.. as compensation?"

He smiled bitterly, coldly at his whole life. He had built the cooperation from the inside, while they paraded Tyler as the charming heir.

Tyler, who never attended meetings. Tyler, who partied.

And him?

He was used. When the company began slipping, falling into a critical situation, that's when they made him the CEO.

They called it his responsibility, and the compensation was marriage.

"You never choose me," he told them coldly. "You assign me."

His father's response?

"You don't have anyone else anyway."

That one had landed. Because it was true.

No one. No woman. No fiancée. No emotional attachment. Just work. So they packaged the proposal like a charity.

"We're securing your future. Call it compensation but we're not making up for anything, nor do we feel guilty. We're just doing what's best for you, so you'll be marrying Tessa Monroe."

That name. A name he would never forget.

Tessa Monroe.

He never forgets about her, not for a day. But her? She didn't remember him.

Just like everyone else, she had forgotten about him as if he never existed. Even though everything about her was unforgettable for him, but her? She'd rather choose someone else.

That one act of hers had burned deeper than it should have.

" Sure. I'll marry her."

His parents were shocked to the bone when he accepted. Just like that.

***** ( End of flashback)****

It was his turn. " I do." He said, his voice steady, with no hesitation, but she stood still before him, silent, detached, clearly shattered, not because she was forced to marry him, but because she wasn't marrying his brother.

Something unpleasant stirred inside him.

Resentment.

His jaw ticked.

The priest smiled warmly. "By the power vested in me.."

Grayson didn't wait. He stepped forward, one hand sliding firmly to her waist, pulling her closer before the priest could finish.

A quiet gasp spread through the church as his mouth claimed hers. Not soft, not tender, not cruel either.

It was deep. Claiming. A statement that caused an uproar.

Tessa's eyes widened for a split second before she froze. She didn't respond, resist, or kiss back. She just stood there, cheeks flushed, pulse racing beyond control.

When he pulled away, his gaze held hers. Dark. Unreadable. Possessive.

Shivers ran down her spine, her breath trembled as her lashes fluttered.

Grayson could feel his brother's gaze from the front row, burning, possessive, as if Grayson had stolen something that belonged to him.

But no, he hadn't stolen anything. He had handed it, and this one? He's never giving it back.

His lips curved into a smirk, then he leaned slightly closer towards her.

" You should smile," he murmured for only her to hear. " People are watching."

Her fingers clenched so hard as if she fought the urge to wipe her lips, the lingering feeling of his mouth on hers.

Her jaw tightened, but she forced a small, empty smile.

" Good." He mumbled and leaned back.

Everyone applauded and cheered but the moment she thought no one was watching, she slipped away through the back door.

Away from the noise, away from the moment that snatched everything brutally from her.

That kiss, she was supposed to be sharing it with the man she loved, with Tyler. Not with his brother, not with her boss she despised.

Her breath quivered, panting as her heels clicked hastily across the marble, heading for the restroom.

" Tessy."

She heard Tyler's voice call after her, only then did she stop, breathing heavily. Her ankle hurts from running with heels, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in her chest.

The moment he got to her side, he grabbed her arms and pulled her to himself, hugging her so tight like she was a treasure he's scared would slip away.

His warmth. His presence. His scent only made her burst into tears.

" It's okay. It's okay, Tessy." He pulled away, held her cheeks in his palms. " I'm here, you still have me. You'll always have me."

She cried brokenly. " No." Her lips quivered. " This.. this is wrong. I don't want to.."

" I know, but Tessy, this would never change how I feel about you. You may be married to my brother but you'd always be mine."

She sniffled. " That kiss.. I thought it would be with you." She said, feeling her heart ripping apart in her throat.

Tyler smiled, tilted her face closer to his, and locked eyes with her.

" We can still have it." He said. " Our kiss."

And his gaze dropped to her lips.

Tessa's tears paused. She stared back into his eyes like she wasn't sure of what he just said.

" You. You.." she stuttered.

" Yes." He dropped his hands to her shoulder. " We can still have our kiss, Tessy. I promised you remember?"

He said, his voice so hoarse it made her cheeks burn. " I told you to get your lips ready for me."

Her lips subconsciously pressed together. Her body trembling slightly." You're going to.. kiss me?"

He smiled. " I want to taste you."

Then he began leaning closer.

Her lashes fluttered like it felt so unreal, that Tyler was going to kiss her, finally. Her breath shook as she inhaled, slowly closing her eyes and waiting for his lips to touch hers.

' You're married, Tessa. This is wrong.' her mind screamed, but just then, a deep baritone voice came, sending shivers down their marrow.

" Get your fucking hands off my wife!" He thundered.

Tessa flipped her eyes open to see a heavy punch landing on Tyler's jaw and sending him to the floor.

" Tyler!" She screamed and rushed to his side but before she could get to him, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back so hard she nearly crashed into him.

" Let go of me! How could you hit your own brother?!" She yelled and fought to get out of his hold.

" You touch him and everyone would hear about this promiscuous act of yours." His rigid voice threatened.

She stilled.

The gaze in his eyes, sharp and cold, the most terrifying dark eyes she's ever set eyes on, they sent fear right to her core and she could tell he meant what he said.

" Is this who you are? Adulterous woman." His face twisted in disgust.

" I did nothing wrong." She fired back.

" You didn't? Making out with your husband's brother on your wedding day." He let go of her arm like she was a stain. " I wonder what everyone would think of that."

Fear tangled in her chest. Her breath trembled as she imagined the look of disappointment that would be on her parents' faces, and what that would do to their reputation.

" Hey, back off, Grayson. She did nothing wrong. She was hurting and I was comforting her." Tyler defended, getting up on his feet.

" Is that so?" He arched an irritated brow. " Care to explain why your lips were almost touching hers then?"

No one answered.

" I guess as much."

Then he turned to Tessa, shooting her a dagger glare. " I wonder what the reporters would think of this."

Her head snapped up. " You can't do that!" She nearly shouted, frightened.

" Yes, I can." He said calmly. Then stepped closer, close enough for her breath to stutter as she refused to inhale his cologne. " I heard your parents need this marriage, but too bad, I detest promiscuous beings, so we're ending it, right here, and right now."

" Please don't." She glanced up, her eyes watery.

Grayson's jaw clenched at the sight of it, his fingers curled, his eyes darkened.

" That would ruin my family and I can't bear that."

" Then let this be the last time I see you with my brother."

She nodded, clenching her fist so hard at her sides.

Grayson turned to Tyler, eyes cold and unreadable. " And you? The next time I see you with my wife? You'd doubt if I ever was your brother."

With that, he grabbed her wrist, firm and steady, and began pulling her away.

Tyler stood, watching as their figure slowly faded before a smirk curved at his lips.

" You still couldn't let go of her, can you?" His smirk curved deeper. "Let's see how you'll keep her away from me. She's mine. Always."

Cameras flashed as soon as Grayson and Tess stepped out. When they reached the car waiting outside, he paused before opening the door for her.

" You may have loved my brother," he said quietly, his voice smooth and controlled. " But you are my wife now, and I don't share what's mine."

Her throat tightened, her body trembled as her eyes flickered with pain, anger, and humiliation.

" Get in, Mrs. Beaumont." He opened the door.

With tensed shoulders, she entered the car. Even in the car, she maintained a distance as if he were a disease, said nothing to each other in the gravely silent car till they arrived at the mansion.

He stepped out first.

She followed.

The moment they entered the living room, her defiant voice halted his step mid-way.

" Just because I am your wife doesn't mean I belong to you or I'm yours."

His jaw flexed, and slowly he turned to her.

" I may be your wife, but I would never love you." She added, eyes blazing with fire.

" Love? You're one to say that," He said softly, tone filled with resentment. " You couldn't even recognize the man standing in front of you."

He stepped closer, voice dropping. " Yet you talk about love."

" This marriage is mere business." She asserted fiercely. " I'm not yours so don't expect anything from me, not loyalty, or love, cause I'd never stop loving him, Tyler."

For a brief second, something flashed in his eyes, something that seemed like a betrayal, or amusement.

His lips curved. " Interesting. And he? Does he love you?"

The mockery in his tone, it made her inside twist, but she hated it instantly when she couldn't give him an answer immediately, it was as if her tongue was tied.

She inhaled shakily. " He confessed his love to me today."

" Yet, he didn't choose you."

The word slapped hard. Her breath caught like he'd poured her cold water.

" He had the chance to take your hands and become the groom, but he didn't. Did he?"

Her breath quivered. He could see the resentment and anger in her eyes but that only hardened his voice.

" Hate me or not, you're my wife now, Tess. Don't expect divorce from me, cause I'm not giving, and I will perform my husband duties.." his voice dropped an octave. "..In the morning. In the afternoon. At night. Whenever and however. Till death do us part."

Cold shivers ran down her spine. It wasn't a vow, more like a terrifying promise.

" Now go get ready, wifey, our flight leaves in thirty minutes."

" I'm not going anywhere with you."

He smirked. " Guess, I have to call Mrs. Ciara Beaumont, because her daughter-in-law just refused her honeymoon preparations. You'll have to explain why yourself."

He said already bringing out his phone.

His mother.

Her eyes widened, she quickly stepped in and snatched the phone away, glaring murderously at him.