Canary as Arranged Bride

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My husband resented our arranged marriage. For three years, hed never even seen me.

Then, he was drugged, and his secretary asked me to help him out.

After it was done.

He didnt recognize me and offered me half a million dollars as compensation.

My eyes lit up. I felt like Id found the secret to getting rich.

I put all my effort into seducing him.

Until he finally decided to keep me as his trophy girlfriend.

He said:

Never fall in love with me. Its impossible for me to love you, much less marry you.

Then, he pressed down on my hand as I reached for his bathrobe.

Hold on, I need to get a divorce first.

The next second, his call rang on my cell phone.

Due to a small life-saving favor, my father arranged for me to marry Elias Blackwood, a man of immense wealth.

Little did I know, Elias utterly disdained both my father and me. Though he paid my father a hundred million dollars as a dowry, he stipulated that the marriage would be dissolved after three years.

And on the day we registered our marriage, he only sent his secretary, Mr. Jones, with the documents. After that, Elias worked abroad.

I always thought our marriage would be nothing more than a formality.

But just two months before the divorce, Mr. Jones called me to meet Elias at a hotel.

I assumed it was important business.

Upon entering the hotel room, Elias burst out of the bathroom, his breathing ragged, his voice strained and furious.

I didnt order a companion!

Get out of here in five seconds!

I froze on the spot.

First, because of what he said.

Second, because of how he looked.

His handsome face was flushed, his eyes glistening, the narrow corners red as if painted with rouge.

He was drenched, his white shirt clinging tightly to his skin, revealing a faint outline of his muscular abs.

He looked like a dangerously alluring male siren.

With my extensive experience watching dramas, I realized he had been drugged.

I stepped forward and asked,

Can you handle it?

If not, I can take you to the hospital.

Dont do anything reckless.

Elias looked like he was in extreme agony, his breathing growing heavier with each gasp.

I thought about calling Mr. Jones.

But he suddenly changed his mind, pushing me against the wall, gripping my neck, and lowering his head to kiss me forcefully.

My eyes widened instantly. I hit his scorching body with my hands. Calm down, calm down! Dont do this!

He caught my hands, his voice hoarse. Help me. Whatever compensation you want afterward, Ill give it to you.

With that, a torrential kiss descended, forceful and possessive

I woke up the next day, and Elias wasnt in bed.

My entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck, aching so much I couldnt straighten my back.

As I got dressed and walked out, I saw him.

He was wearing a white bathrobe, sitting on the living room sofa, his posture languid and sated.

Our eyes met.

Shameful images from last night flashed through my mind.

My face instantly heated up, even the back of my neck felt scorching.

Just as I was about to say something to break the awkward silence, Elias spoke first, his face emotionless.

I didnt know it was your first time. You can ask for more compensation.

I was stunned.

Compensation for sleeping with my own husband?

Thinking about saving money to buy a house, I held up five fingers, silently indicating fifty thousand.

A flicker of disdain crossed Eliass eyes. He handed me his phone. Enter your card number yourself.

As I typed, I cursed him in my head: Always trying to act generous with money, but when it comes to actually giving it, he looks at me like Im trash.

Later, as he was filling in the name, he asked, Whats your name?

I froze again. You dont know me?

Elias countered, Should I know you?

I was speechless.

On reflection, he hadnt seen me in nearly three years of marriage.

I struggled to suppress a laugh. Jade Parker. Just Jade Parker.

Heres five hundred thousand. Make sure you keep this quiet.

Huh?

Is there a problem?

I hadnt expected him not to recognize me even after I said my name.

And I certainly hadnt expected to get five hundred thousand for sleeping with him!

Staring at the deposit notification on my phone, I thought, If I could sleep with him a few more times, wouldnt I strike it rich?

My mind raced, and I smiled faintly.

No problem.

But if you ever find yourself in this situation again, you can always call me.

Eliass face instantly darkened.

He called Mr. Jones in and instructed him, Take her to a pharmacy. Watch her swallow the morning-after pill.

Then he warned me, Dont ever appear before me again.

Mr. Joness eyes widened like saucers. He hesitated, saying, Boss, you

Fearing Mr. Jones would reveal my identity and disrupt my plan to get rich, I immediately cut him off. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out. Dont say anything. Just take me to buy the medicine.

Outside the hotel, Mr. Jones asked, Did you and the boss have a fight?

Once I confirmed no one was around, I lowered my voice. He didnt recognize me. He thought I was a call girl.

Mr. Jones looked surprised, then quickly understood and tried to comfort me.

I smiled indifferently. Just promise to keep it a secret for me. If he ever needs special services again, you can keep calling me.

Mr. Jones looked mortified. The boss is usually cold and aloof, he never messes around with women. This time, he was drugged at a party. If I hadnt taken the liberty of contacting you, he would have endured it alone.

I was surprised.

Eliass antics with me didnt seem like the actions of an abstinent man.

But hearing that he generally kept to himself made me feel strangely pleased.

And hell eventually find out who you are. Isnt it bad to keep this from him?

Bad? This is great! Its his fault for not recognizing me.

Then I said pitifully,

I was raised in the countryside, unloved by my father, ignored by my mother.

I thought marriage would end my tragic fate, but your boss hasnt given me a single penny. Im worse off with him than without him.

Just pity me, let me make some money off him. When the marriage contract is dissolved in two months, Ill be gone, no strings attached.

Perhaps moved by my tragic story, Mr. Jones sighed. Alright, but if the boss finds out the truth, you have to keep my name out of it.

I patted his shoulder.

Dont worry, I wont get you into trouble. Now, lets go buy the pills.

Are you really going to take them?

Of course. I dont even like him, and were getting divorced soon. It would be a huge hassle if I got pregnant.

From then on, I longed for Elias to be drugged again.

After a week with no results, I even suggested that Mr. Jones drug him.

Mr. Jones refused, saying the person who drugged Elias last time had their tendons severed.

So, I changed my approach.

I got Eliass preferences, schedule, and other details from him.

I was determined to seduce Elias into keeping me as his trophy girlfriend.

As luck would have it.

The day I went to the bar to accidentally run into Elias.

I saw him fighting with several men.

Bystanders said a beautiful woman had taken a fancy to him, and after he rejected her, she got angry and hired people to teach him a lesson.

I guess Im just too kind.

When one of the men pulled out a knife and ambushed him from behind, I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around him.

Watch out!

Elias was unharmed.

But I was stabbed in my left arm.

Elias turned, looking at me in surprise.

When he saw my arm bleeding, a flame ignited in his eyes.

He cursed, Youre asking for it, and kicked the knife-wielding man away.

At that moment, security guards restrained the other troublemakers.

The manager also rushed over, bowing and scraping to Elias, apologizing profusely.

Elias didnt even glance at him, quickly picking me up and carrying me to his car.

After getting stitches at the hospital.

He looked at me, his voice serious. Why were you there?

Huh?

Was he suspecting I was following him?

I was just out having fun.

Why did you shield me?

My mind raced, and I decided to make the most of the situation, my voice shy and demure.

Once a couple, always a kindness. I couldnt bear to see you get hurt.

A vein pulsed in Eliass forehead.

It was a transaction. Theres no such thing as a couples kindness.

But you were my first man. Its hard for me to forget you, you know.

Eliass ears turned slightly red, his voice a little unnatural.

Ill transfer five hundred thousand for your injury. From now on, when we meet, pretend not to know me, and dont interfere in my business.

Oh, okay As if.

After he finished the transfer and put away his phone, I suddenly felt my arm injury was well worth it, and a smile involuntarily curved my lips.

Eliass gaze sharpened. What are you smiling at?

Oh? Just thinking youre handsome and generous, a really, really good person.

Can I add you on social media?

Why?

I got hurt for you, didnt I? When Im better, Ill let you know, so you can rest easy.

In reality, I wanted to showcase my positive and vibrant life, to make my presence known to him.

Elias scoffed, his sharp gaze seemingly seeing through my little scheme.

Dont harbor any fantasies about me. I have no interest in you.

Oh.

If he didnt want to add me, fine. I had Mr. Jones as my informant anyway.

I got up and started to leave.

Elias extended his long arm, holding his phone out to me.

What?

Didnt you want to add me? Take it and do it yourself.

It was quite unexpected.

I took his phone and added my burner account.

I felt like I was one step closer to striking it rich.

I had intended to recover from my injury before approaching Elias again.

But three days later, my father asked me to deliver a business proposal to Elias for his review.

He even offered me fifty thousand dollars as a reward for running the errand.

For the sake of the money, I went.

That evening, after arriving at the restaurant where Elias was conducting business.

I had Mr. Jones deliver the proposal to Elias.

While waiting for Mr. Jones to reply, I sat on a flowerbed downstairs, chewing the gum my father had given me.

My father placed great importance on this meeting between Elias and me.

He had not only hired someone to style me but had even gone as far as to arrange for my oral care.

After about ten minutes, I started to feel increasingly warm and uncomfortable.

I called Mr. Jones, wanting to ask if he was done.

As soon as the call connected, I heard Elias scoff.

Someone like Mr. Smith, who would sell his own daughter for profit, isnt fit to partner with Blackwood Industries.

From now on, if he or his daughter try to contact me, dont let them through.

Lest he think his daughter is some precious treasure to me, to be sold off again and again.

Mr. Jones replied, Understood, before asking me, Whats up?

My throat was dry, my face flushed, my body so hot that my blood felt like it was boiling, as if it would burst through my veins at any moment.

A sudden realization hit me: my father wanted me to consummate the marriage with Elias, and the gum he gave me was actually an aphrodisiac.

Thinking that Elias and I were married and had already slept together, I asked Mr. Jones to hand the phone to Elias.

Ive been drugged with something. Can you help me, like I helped you?