Chapter 3

Flash Marriage

Adrian's POV

"Who's that lady running on the highway? Doesn't she know she could get hit? Thankfully, the traffic light turned red" My driver and personal assistant blabbered on and on as we waited for other vehicles to move.

I exhaled heavily, fed up with hearing his voice. If it wasn't for my main driver who took a sick leave, the blabbermouth wouldn't be here disrupting my peace of mind.

"Shut up, Miguel" I ordered, adjusting the business magazine in my hands. "Eyes on the road."

"I'm sorry, Sir, but she looks like a damsel in distress" Miguel continued.

I decided to see the lady that got him running his mouth, only to be astonished by the sight. She was indeed a damsel in distress. Compared to those ladies who looked ugly when they cried, she seemed prettier.

"Park the car, Miguel" I demanded, feeling the need to help her.

"Huh... Why?" Miguel questioned, his face etched with confusion.

I snorted. "You don't want her dying, do you?"

"No, I don't" He shook his head.

"Good. Park the car" I stated, and added after a second thought. "Postpone the meeting with Cielo Azul Enterprises."

Immediately, he obeyed. I alighted from the car and strolled along the sideways. I was certain she was going to bump into me and she did, screaming out in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked, extending my hands.

Initially, she seemed lost in thoughts until she swatted my hands away.

"Don't come close to me" She yelled, and she frowned in displeasure.

No one had ever spoken to me in such a manner. They didn't dare unless they wanted their life and entire properties razed to the ground. I decided to remain patient with her.

"I'm just trying to help" I scoffed, and folded my arms. "You were running on the highway like a mentally derailed woman, so I felt you needed help."

"Insult me all you want" She grumbled, drawing her legs to her chest. You men are all the same; liars and cheats. I won't let any of you fool me ever again."

It took every ounce of resolve in me to stop the laughter in my belly from erupting. Yes, she sounded funny, but her words held a deeper meaning.

"I'm guessing a heartbreak" I hinted, and she looked away.

"It's none of your business" She snarled, her voice hoarse. "Go your way and stop pestering me."

She got up on her feet and turned to walk away. Only God knew what came over me at that moment. I grabbed her hands and pulled her towards me.

"Let me help you" I pleaded, my voice laced with desperation.

She abruptly turned and grabbed my hand, forcing something hard on my finger. It was a ring.

"If you're so bent on helping me, you can marry me instead" She shouted, dragging me to an unknown destination.

I was rendered speechless by her actions. As a business magnate in charge of large and reputable Industries, a man who ruled the business world, I've never been approached in such a wild manner before.

I could only agree on one thing - she was undeniably insane.

I kept my gaze fixed on her back, staring at her long brown hair and curvy figure and didn't realize we had walked a long distance until we reached a building that looked so unfamiliar.

"Where's this place?" I was forced to voice out. "Where are we going?"

"To get married" She replied, and I was taken by surprise.

A moment passed before the whole thing registered in my brain. By the time my senses came alive, we were standing before an old man in a suit.

"There's no need for the vows. Just help us with a marriage certificate" the insane woman declared without seeking my opinion.

Before I could blink twice, a book and a certificate were given to me with my name written on it.

"Shavens be damned" I cursed, as the realization dawned on me. I was now married to a stranger. I was tied down to a crazy woman.

"Take me home" She demanded, pulling me towards the exit door.

She was daring; the type I liked. Since she was so out of her mind to get married to a stranger, I might as well sit back and watch how things go.

I was about to tell her that my car wasn't with me, but I swallowed my words back when I saw the familiar Maybach parked in front of us.

I smirked, realizing that Miguel must have followed me here. He was dumb sometimes, but I couldn't deny the fact that he was undoubtedly competent.

Suddenly, she paused. "Is that car yours?"

"Yes" I replied, disappointed that I couldn't see her expression.

Miguel came down to open the car for us, his suspicious gaze following the lady's movement.

"Who is.....?"

"Don't ask" I interrupted.

We got into the car, and I asked. "Where do you live?"

"Crescent rolls estate" She replied coldly, her eyes devoid of emotions.

"You heard her, Miguel," I said, my eyes not leaving her figure.

Within 30 minutes, Miguel announced our arrival.

I tapped her shoulder to get her attention, and she flinched.

"I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning" I whispered into her ears, but she didn't respond.

She hurriedly opened the car and jumped out, running into her apartment. I couldn't help but chuckle amusingly.

"Sir, what have you done this time? What were you doing in that courthouse and with a woman?" Miguel interrogated.

"We got married" I dropped the bombshell.

"What?!" Miguel spat, swallowing hard. I guessed he was left speechless by my actions, but I didn't care. I grabbed the certificate and checked the name written on it.

Luisa Fernanda

"Let's head back to the company, Miguel" I ordered, resting my back on the seat and looking out the window. "We're coming here first thing tomorrow morning to pick up Miss. Fernanda or rather, Mrs. Gonzalez."

"Boss, is this a joke or what?" Miguel queried, and I frowned.

"Do I look like a clown to you?" I asked, my tone laced with a hint of warning.

Miguel shook his head vigorously. "No, sir. Pardon me."

"Good. Now, drive" I demanded.