~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 glass. 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.

Yeah, buy it. Since pussy can be bought, I can also pay for a quiet life. There's nothing that money can't buy.

"Mark, I'll see you when I return. wish me luck."

"Where are you going?"

"To buy a wife."

Mark's eyes immediately widened, but I didn't care. I summoned my driver. A black 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.

"Civil Affairs Bureau"

My driver cast a glance 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. Some of them were married and some of them were divorced. Maybe I could find a lost divorced woman.

Suddenly, a strange girl came into my sight. She seemed to be between the ages of 21 and 22.

I say she was strange because her behavior...

"Excuse me, sir. Are you a San Diego resident? Just divorced? Would you like to marry me?"

"Where's that bitch from? Let go of my husband!" It was as if the man's wife had rushed out and almost beaten her.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought he was alone. I'm sorry."

Hearing what she said, I didn't even have to think, she must have been trying to get San Diego resident status to find someone to marry here. Interesting.

I have to say she was really very beautiful, even in the cheapest, corny suits it was hard to hide the beauty that would almost glow. I think the men she asked even wanted to say 'yes'.

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. She seemed to think I was trying to drive her away.

I reached out and grabbed her hand as she was ready to flee.

~Camila's POV~

I went to over 15 interviews in the last four months, I learned yesterday, all because I'm an unmarried, non-resident San Diego woman. They thought I could go back to my hometown and get married and have kids at any time. That's what women face when they are looking for a job.

The internet says that the fastest way to get a job is to marry a San Diego native, which makes me a married San Diego native.

I have no choice but to try to find a man at the Civil Affairs Bureau who is willing to marry me.

I've been looking here all day and everyone thinks I'm insane.

I realized it was almost impossible. Who would marry a woman they just met unsuspectingly like that? When I turned to walk away, a warm and comforting hand brushed against mine. It was way too comforting for some reason, and I felt like I could entrust the hand. When I turned around, I was presented with the million-dollar question.

"Excuse me, I'm local and single. Would you be willing to 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 black, and the design highlighted his slender yet muscular physique. He had a noble and dignified demeanor. Yet he comes 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?"

"You're in a hurry to get married, aren't you? I'm in the same boat, and I think I fit your profile," he inquired.

"Of course," I barely thought. I seemed to hear the exclaims of the people around me.

"Then let's get married," he replied. We went inside the Civil Affairs Bureau and came out with our marriage certificate after an hour and a half.

I was the happiest person on the planet at the time. At the very least, now I can obtain a job and get some money to support myself. I dropped my sight to the photos of my now-husband and me sitting together. He was grinning, and I was grinning as well.

I suppose he felt the same way I did about getting married. I discovered the name of the Adonis I married while staring at our wedding photograph. I burst out laughing because I had just learned my husband's name from a marriage certificate. His name was Christopher Grayston.

"Camila Mendoza?" He whispered my name. The low tone of his voice allowing it to roll effortlessly off his tongue.

Yes, I'm married.