Chapter 1


    ~Christopher’s POV~


    It was my poison, looking out my office window over San Diego’s gorgeous streets while drinking


    Dalmore Decades. I’ve been thinking about my grandfather, who is constantly nagging me to remarry.


    The strain and headache that had been looming over me for years suddenly arrived, throbbing down in


    the foundation of my brain. My grandfather’s remarks make me shake my head. While admiring the


    magnificent streets, I kept my sight fixed on the ss. Mark, my closest buddy, entered. He got himself


    a drink and came over to stand with me.


    “You know, the old guy is right. You can’t pay for pussy forever.” That’s my friend Mark. The man has


    no filter, not that I have one myself. While Mark and I were conversing, an idea immediately sprung to


    mind.


    “Mark, I’ll see you when I return. Wish me luck.”


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    “Can you tell me where you’re going?”


    “I’m getting married.”


    Mark’s eyes immediately widened, but I didn’t care. I summoned my driver. A ck Rolls-Royce


    Phantom VII came to a stop in front of Grayston Group.


    I proceeded to the rear once the valet unlocked the door, loosening the two buttons on my shirt over my


    chest and reclining against the leather seat.


    ” To the Civil Affairs Bureau, please.”


    My driver cast a nce my way, with a puzzled expression, he knew not to ask questions, so he simply


    drove.


    Upon arrival at the Civil Affairs Bureau, I scrutinized all the females around me, my gazended on a


    pensive, terrified girl. She seemed to be between the ages of 21 and 22, quite young, she’s a beauty.


    Even if it’s only a wife to get my grandpa off my back, she needs to be stunning, and that girl fits the bill


    perfectly.


    As I approached the girl. I watched as she paled considerably, beads of perspiration appeared on her


    forehead, and her whole body started to quiver violently. I reached out and grabbed her hand as she


    was ready to flee.


    ~Cam’s POV~


    I went to over 15 interviews in thest four months and had no sess since I wasn’t a resident of San


    Diego. To be a resident in San Diego, you must marry a San Diego native. I didn’t know until the


    security guard from myst interview informed me, and after some considerable research and


    investigation into the matter, I discovered that it was in fact true. Me not being a resident is why I have


    been unable to get employment. I was afraid when I arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau. What type of


    spouse would I have? I just brushed it off and waited. The waiting had begun to take its toll on me. I


    was shivering and sweating profusely. I nced at my hands and realized I wouldn’t be able to stand


    here for another minute. When I turned to walk away, a warm andforting hand brushed against


    mine. It was way tooforting for some reason, and I felt like I could entrust the hand. When I turned


    around, I was presented with the million-dor question.


    “Excuse me, will you please marry me?”


    I was dragged out of my anguish by a clear voice. I lifted my head in surprise at what I saw, a towering


    guy with features that might absorb a single soul. His brows were well-defined, and he had a chiseled


    face. His visage seemed to have been captured on a Sunday morning when God was not in a rush to


    do anything. He was just stunning. He seemed to be a faultless masterpiece. He looked incredible in all


    ck, and the design highlighted his slender yet muscr physique. He had a noble and dignified


    demeanor. Yet hees across as distant and unapproachable. I didn’t wake up until the guy asked


    the same question again.


    “I’m sorry. What exactly did you say?”