Sam's POV

A deal's a deal. So, even though I'd rather jump off the cliff than meet that freakin' bastard, I had practically no choice but to be his slave for three days in his enormous mansion.

*FLASHBACK*

"Okay, so what do I have to do first?" I asked him hastily. I was suppose to have a movie marathon with Alex, Clover, and Britney, but perhaps I won't be able to go because I will be doing my slavery work for three days.

Martin suddenly dumped a big, thick red and yellow folder into my hands. Gosh, he even has his signature flames on his things. It's creepy.

"What is this?"

"Your list of things to do," he answered me nonchalantly.

I opened the folder and saw writings filling up the papers from top to bottom, side to side, back to back. It was a whole endless torture of chores for me to do. And trust me, ¾ of them weren't easy.

"Uhh…these are all chores? Not homeworks or something?"

"Yeah. Chores. My dad asked me to do them all, but since now you're my slave, there should be no problem, right?" Martin said in fake enthusiasm.

"You're disgusting," I spat the words at him. At least I still have some dignity left in me.

"Why, thank you for the compliment. Now get to work!"

So, I worked the whole morning until my hands were worn out and I was undoubtedly exhausted. I opened the fridge to sneak some drinks that hot afternoon, and I saw a glass of apple cider. As I tried to open the lid, I mindlessly walked on the wet floors I just mopped and slipped a little. The apple cider came squirting out of the glass and it spilt on someone wearing a red and yellow shirt.

*Oh darn!*

For the second consecutive time, I had spilt beverage on him. I was in sooo much trouble now.

"You Klutz! WHAT THE HELL IS WITH YOU AND DRINKS?" Martin exploded in so much rage. I had stained his favorite shirt.

That's it! That was my last dangling nerve! He was in it for me now.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you enjoy seeing me suffer while doing your dirty work?" I screamed at him.

"Did you just talk back at me?" Martin asked, shocked.

"Yeah, so? I can talk to you in any way I want to! And I can kick your face if you don't shut up either."

"That means triple work for you," he threatened.

"You know what, I don't even care anymore if I have to pay you $10,000 as long as I never see your face ever again! I told you I was sorry when I accidentally dumped the lattes over your laptop. But this next thing is NOT an accident and I will NEVER apologize either.

The next thing I know, I opened up a can of grape juice and poured it on his head, the liquid dripping over his face and styled hair. "Now that was on purpose."

I threw the can on the floor of front of him and stormed out of the mansion in rage.

*End of Flashback*

It has been three days since I last saw his freakin' gorgeous but hellish face, and I hope I'll never see it again.

It was 7 p.m., and I was reading Shakespeare's Sonnets, while listening to the songs in my iPod when suddenly, my mother arrived in our dorm, fancily dressed as if going on a party. A formal party.

"Mom? You're here!"

"Get dressed Sam, we're going on a party," she said.

"On a school night?" I was a bit surprised. I never really hung out at parties except those Friday school dance nights.

"Yes. We're seeing an old friend of your father and I's. So, just let Clover and Alex dress you up. You have to look your very best this evening."

I didn't know what was going on. But I just followed my mother. Clover chose a velvet fitting evening gown for me, which really emphasized my small waist. Alex styled my hair, curling it up and letting my orange locks flow freely. They did light make-up. Not too much, but just enough to emphasize my facial features. And that was it. I was all set for God-knows-where.

"Perfect! You look very beautiful. Now, let's go. We don't want to be late for this splendid dinner," my mom said enthusiastically. It must be something very exciting since my mother couldn't stop talking about it on our way to the most expensive restaurant at Malibu, "Edelweiss Restaurant."

There was a long line outside of the restaurant but the three of us just cut it, gave the person at the podium our names, and went in right through. Inside the lights weren't as dim as what you see in movies but red velvet curtains draped the windows and bright luminescent chandeliers hung above the low ceilings. Each table was decorated beautifully and symmetrically.

"Oh, there they are!" my mother pointed at the far edge in the free way, where there was a table. At first, I was actually excited to meet up with my parents' old acquaintance. There were three people sitting on the chair. A middle-aged man with graying hair who looked like a scientist, a brunette with purple clips on her hair, and a blonde boy who weirdly looks a lot like…

*NO WAY! It can't be…*

"Samantha! You're here. A pleasure meeting you," the old man greeted me with a genuine smile.

"Nice to finally meet you. You are beautiful, and I heard you are equally intelligent as well," the brunette said. "By the way, my name is Diana." I returned their greetings.

But then, I stood and caught the eye of an ever-familiar face I will never forget for the rest of my life.

"Jerk?" I asked, the statement directly aiming at him.

"Klutz?" he backfired at me. "Why the hell are you here?"

"Well, I must ask the same thing to you too."

Without another word, we took our seats and ate dinner. Actually, the food was very delicious, but the sight of Martin nearly made me lose my appetite.

My mother and Martin and Diana's father were happily talking and chatting, while the three of us were bored to death.

"You must really be happy about what our parents are planning, right?" Diana suddenly spoke up, but then realized neither of us knew what she meant. "Oh right. Both of you didn't know. But just for the record Sam, I really wish you good luck. I don't know how you're going to face this for your entire life, but I know somehow you'll manage. I did for the last fourteen years of my life. "

"Umm…thanks," I was unsure of what to say.

Suddenly, our parents faced us, their faces beaming with unexplainable happiness.

"Well, there's no easy way to say this. And I don't want to extend much of the excitement we hid for the last eighteen years. You guys…" Martin's father started then briefly paused. "…are getting married!"

"M-M-M-MARRIED?" we both shrieked in unison. No way was this happening. No way was that jerk airhead going to be my fiancé.

"Dad, please tell me you're joking!" Martin laughed in disbelief.

"Of course I'm not joking, son. I know it will take a while for things to settle in. But when you were born, your mother's last wish was for you to have an arranged marriage. We both figured out that it would be good for setting your foundation as the next inheritor of the hotel chains we own. Plus, Diana also said it would be a wise thing to do to get your head off material things and girls ."

With that, Martin glared at Diana, who just calmly smiled and freed herself from any guilt.

"Mom! I'm marrying this person for his own benefit? Am I like an add-on or something?" I asked.

"No, Sam. We both planned this eighteen years ago. We knew you two would be soul mates so, we made a pact and made a move ahead of destiny. We lost contact of each other, but then, we were reminded of the promise we made. Your father wanted this too," my mom happily told me.

*Oh crud! This is going to be hell*

"So, my marriage is already set? And my fiancée is this person?" Martin tried to argue.

"And I have to marry this conceited jerk?" I pointed to him.

"Isn't that great, Martin? Your fiancée is extremely beautiful and has the highest IQ in Malibu University?" Diana nagged him.

"Great? Marrying a nerd is…great?" Martin asked sarcastically, angry at everything.

"Well, say that in front of someone who's marrying a jerkface! And FYI, I'm no nerd!" I hissed at him, outraged.

"Tell me about it! I've practically spent years living with this guy who's suffocating me with his big ego!" Diana told me. "But Sam, please please change him or whatever. But, I just wish you luck. Living with Martin is like hell on earth, believe me. Been there, done that."

"The hardest part was telling you guys. But since that's over, you both are now officially engaged to be wed!" my mother said joyously, which bothered me a lot. Can't they all see that there's no way in heaven or hell that Martin and I are ever going to get along? We're just too different.

Martin turned over and glared at me. I glared at him back, trying to figure out which expression would look more threatening.

*This is going to be a nightmare…*

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