Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Doctor‘s appointment

I couldn‘t explain how I felt when Aren admitted that he had almost lost control while kissing me. He

surely indulged my vanity, making me feel attractive and desirable, but his words also scared me

because I wanted at least one of us to be sane and rational, and I know I wasn‘t. It was time to face it:

the physical attraction between us was mutual.

After drinking ten glasses of cold enough to freeze my brain water, I decided to take a cool shower.

Aren‘s words kept spinning inside my head. My heart hammered against my chest no matter how badly I

tried to regain my composure. This was pure insanity. I had never wanted anyone as much asıl wanted

this man. Each time he was around, I became overpowered by my primal, most basic instincts. Perhaps

it would have been easier to cope with this craving if I wasn‘t so mentally damaged...

I would love to be able to keep my emotions and physical pleasure separate. I knew many women that

found it so natural. They could meet someone, sleep with him, and then decide whether or not they want

to be involved with him romantically. I was their opposite. I wasn‘t raised in a conservative family, and my

theoretical sexual education began quite early. Nonetheless, I created this perfect image inside my head

that I would lose my virginity to someone I loved... This idealistic vision blinded me and lost me. I had

mistaken physical attraction for actual feelings and ended up in a relationship that was nothing but toxic.

It cost me my dignity, self–esteem, and confidence. The broken heart was a harmless bonus that Callan

added to the list of damages.

Perhaps it was fortunate that I had no time to suffer from heartache. I put a hundred percent of my

energy into finding the best possible treatment for Grandma. However, because I hadn‘t got time to cry

and feel miserable, my wounds had never truly healed...

Normal people in my situation look for professional help and spend thousands of dollars on hours and

hours of therapy. The problem was that I had neither money nor time for therapy. I had to find a way to

process my problems myself and learn to live with them.

‘I was more than aware that I had trust issues. It was a self–defense mechanism that should have

protected me from the danger of being irreversibly broken. Yet, for some reason, that mechanism didn‘t

work with Aren. My hormones happily paraded with “Screw trust!” written on their T–shirts every time I

could sense him near me. It surely didn‘t help to see him shirtless before going back to bed. I could

almost be certain that even if I managed to fall asleep, Aren would forcefully invade every image I dared

to dream…

***

At 8 AM, I received a text from Neil reminding me that I had a medical appointment that day. I was

supposed to go through a series of tests concerning my health. Thankfully, my examination had nothing

to do with starting a sexual relationship with Aren. I needed to get examined for much more mundane

reasons...

As I was told, it was one of the conditions that the Lan family set. Aren couldn’t marry a woman who was

infertile or terminally ill. It sounded reasonable, but, truthfully, it was the first time that I cared whether I

could have children or not. I had never considered myself a mother material.

Printment

Benjamin took me to Lan‘s private clinic. From the outside, it resembled a top–secret facility with a highly

guarded gate and vast territory surrounding the modern, about twenty–story high, steel and glass

building, I could see that the security cameras were everywhere. As I walked inside, I felt as if I was

entering a biotech laboratory rather than going to see a doctor. I sighed in relief to see Neil standing by

the reception desk.

“I thought that you would be with Aren at the company today,” I said slightly suspiciously. “He told me to

take care of you,” Neil explained, grinning before he gestured for me to follow him down the hall.

“But... what about the company crisis?” I inquired. “It‘s been handled.” A mischievous smirk flashed on

Neil‘s face, making me even more curious.

“How?” I narrowed my eyes at him, certain that there was a story behind it.

“Well... let‘s just say that you‘ve come just in time to help in the process.” He chuckled and pulled me to

the side of the hallway, giving us more privacy, before continuing, “Mr. Lan needed to renegotiate a

contract with one of our crucial suppliers. The new conditions they were giving us were impossible to

accept. The supplier thought that there was no one else qualified to fulfill our demand, and they were

right. It seemed like a lost cause, but then Mr. Lan walked in fiercely and told them that our deal was off

because we‘ve found another company to handle our order.”

I glanced at him, confused. “So… you found someone else?”

“No.” Neil snorted. “It was a bluff, but this guy from the supplier‘s company almost shit his pants. In the

end, we signed the deal on our terms... better than before.”

I gasped. Was it strange to be proud of my contractual husband–to–be? I was certain of one thing:

playing cards with Aren equaled suicide. “But wait... how did I help in any of this?” I smiled nervously just

before the realization hit –me. “It was that 1:30 appointment...”

Neil nodded, a wicked grin painting his face. “Whatever you fed him with, it helped.”

The embarrassment flooded me, covering my cheeks with a thick blush. I was quite sure that Neil

assumed that his boss and I had a quickie in the office just before the meeting. What was even worse, I

couldn‘t deny it since telling him that we had “only” kissed wouldn‘t change much in his perception. I

lowered my head and stayed silent the rest of the way through the hall.

“Doctor Corbyn will guide you from here,” Neil said, stopping in front of one of the doors. A sudden

restlessness filled me, yet I was unable to explain why. I‘d never been scared of needles or other medical

procedures, and strangely I found this appointment terrifying. Neil left me by that door, saying that he

would come back later, and I hesitantly knocked on the door.

“Come in!” I heard a female voice calling out from behind the door. I took a deep breath and entered.

Inside the medical room, I saw an attractive brunette in a

white doctor‘s coat sitting by the desk and staring at the computer screen. As I closed the door, her eyes

shifted to me. As she looked me up and down, a subtle smirk appeared on her face.

“Hello, Cora.” She stood up from her chair and walked over to me. “You don‘t mind if I call you by your

first name, do you?”

Her straightforwardness startled me. The serious tone of her voice made it impossible to judge whether

she was friendly toward me or hostile. A nervous smile flashed on my face as I replied, “By all means, go

ahead.” “Great!” she exclaimed, excitedly clapping her hands. “I‘m Miranda, by the way, Doctor Miranda

Corbyn. Aren told me to examine you.”

I didn‘t miss the hint of intimacy she added to her voice while saying my contracted fiancé‘s name. That

raised many questions about Miranda‘s identity. She called Aren by name, and her directness toward me

caught me off guard. She knew my name and didn‘t bother with formalities. She worked in Aren‘s private

medical facility, and yet she didn‘t seem to be an ordinary employee. How well did she know Aren?

“All right, let‘s get started with the boring procedures,” Miranda said, grabbing a stethoscope from her

desk. “Cora, I need you to take off your shirt.”

I suddenly felt awkward. She was a doctor, and yet the way she scanned my body made me feel

uncomfortable. Nonetheless, I exhaled and put a thin smile on my face, taking my shirt off. As I stood in

front of her in my white lace bra, I caught her intensively staring at my boobs.

“Now I bet that Aren loves to play with these...” she muttered, widening her eyes.

An awkward snort escaped my throat. I wanted to say something, but my mind clearly needed to reboot

after her words.

“I am so lacking in that department.” She giggled, pointing at the tiny curves on top of her ribcage. Then

she stepped closer, placing the stethoscope‘s bell onto my chest with a bright, humorous sigh. “I can tell

you a secret about Aren...” She let out a high–pitched snicker. “A.... secret about Aren?” I repeated,

hysteric laughter surfacing in my voice. She leaned over my ear with a mysterious grin and whispered,

“He‘s got extremely sensitive ears. He‘ll go crazy if you bite his earlobe.”

My jaw dropped open. I wasn‘t sure how to react to her words. A wave of heat covered my entire body,

and I was certain that my cheeks lit up in fiery red.

“I‘m sorry... but may I ask... how do you know Aren?” I choked out.

Miranda raised her eyebrows at me, surprised. “Oh, my bad. I thought that Aren told you.” She winked at

me as her lips curled into a demonic smile. “I’m Aren‘s ex fiancée.”