THE D DAY 1

LIAM'S POV

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. My assistant, Maxwell, had laid out my suit and shirt earlier that morning, but I'd insisted on tying my own tie. It was a habit I'd developed over the years, a small ritual that helped me clear my head before a big meeting.

But today wasn't just any meeting. Today was the day I was getting married.

I walked over to my desk and picked up the file Maxwell had prepared for me. It was a comprehensive background check on Cherry, my soon-to-be wife.

As I flipped through the pages, I learned that Cherry was a 22-year-old student with big plans to become a model. She'd grown up in a tough environment, with her mother running away when she was just a child. Her father had passed away, leaving her and her brother in the care of their housekeeper, ma'am rossy

I raised an eyebrow as I read on. Ma'am Rossy had been a constant presence in Cherry's life, but it seemed that things had been tough for her too. Cherry worked at a bar to make ends meet.

I felt a pang of sympathy for Cherry and her family. They'd been through a lot, and it was clear that Cherry was determined to make a better life for herself.

I closed the file, feeling a sense of curiosity about the woman I was about to marry. What was she like, really? What drove her? What were her passions and fears?

I looked at my watch and saw that it was time to leave. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with anticipation. What lay ahead for us?

Here's the continuation:

As I walked out of my office, Maxwell fell into step beside me. "Liam, I have to ask, are you sure about this?" she said, his voice low and concerned.

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination. "Yes, Rachel, I'm sure. This is a business arrangement, and I'm confident that it will benefit both parties."

Maxwell nodded, but I could tell he wasn't convinced. "Just be careful, Liam," he said. "Marriage is a big commitment, even if it is just a business arrangement."

I smiled wryly. "I'll be fine, Maxwell. I can take care of myself."

We arrived at the ceremony venue, and I could see Cherry waiting for me at the altar. She looked beautiful in a simple white dress, her hair pulled back in a neat bun.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. This was it. This was the moment I had been preparing for.

I walked up to the altar, Cherry's eyes meeting mine. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable.

Then, the ceremony began, and we exchanged our vows in a quiet, formal tone. It was all very businesslike, but as I looked into Cherry's eyes, I felt a spark of connection that I couldn't ignore.i admired her simplicity my greatest joy is that I was the first man that went into her it's really a thing of joy although I stated everything to her as a contracted marriage but I want everything real