After Being Cheated On, I Had No Choice But to Marry the Richest Man Chapter 1

Justin’s Oscar-winning "dream girl" was sobbing uncontrollably, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come between you two. I’m the one who should leave.”

Justin pointed at me, accusing me of being too much.

Then he turned and chased after her.

Wow, and this woman’s supposed to be an Oscar-winner with that performance?

I immediately called America’s Billionaire Tycoon, “Didn’t you say you wanted to marry me? Let’s get the marriage license tomorrow.”

By the afternoon, Logan had already dragged me to the marriage license office.

When we walked out, I, Samantha Harper, was officially a married woman.

Logan waved the marriage certificate in his hand, smirking like a mischievous kid, completely masking his good looks. “Didn’t you once say you’d rather marry anyone but me? Said if you ever married me, I’d be a dog?”

I nodded. “Yup, so now that I’ve married you, you’re officially a dog.”

“You…” Logan gritted his teeth. “Samantha, your mouth is really—”

“What? Deserving of a slap?” I tilted my head slightly, probably looking a little too cocky. “What? Wanna hit me?”

Logan suddenly burst out laughing, taking slow steps toward me, clearly up to no good.

Then he said one word: “Kiss.” He reached out, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me.

“!!”

I shoved him away, wiping my mouth furiously. “Logan, what the hell are you doing?”

Logan looked annoyed. “We’re married now. What’s wrong with kissing you? And tonight, you’re gonna spend our first night together as my wife.”

“…”

“Finally, the day has come. Just you wait, Samantha. Tonight’s going to be interesting.” Logan swaggered to his car, rolled down the window, and waved at me with that smug look of his.

What a jerk.

How did he ever manage to become America’s Billionaire Tycoon?

I tucked the marriage certificate away and got ready to head back to work.

That’s when Justin called. “Samantha, we should officially break up.”

Haven’t we already broken up?

He seriously called just to tell me that?

When he yelled at me and ran after his precious "dream girl," we were already done.

I sighed impatiently, “You people sure have a lot of drama.”

Justin: “…”

I hung up and suddenly remembered something...

Damn it, Logan drove me here and left. How am I supposed to get back?

That jerk!

I called an Uber and went back to Harper Industries.

When my dad saw me, he looked me up and down. “Who are you? I don’t recognize you. Who are you looking for?”

“…Dad, I broke up with Justin. Also, Logan and I got married today.”

My dad’s face instantly lit up, a warm, fatherly smile spreading across his face. “There’s my precious daughter!”

“…”

Look at that, even my dad’s acting skills are better than Justin’s "dream girl." He can change eight hundred expressions in a second.

Then Dad suddenly huffed, “Why’d you two break up? Weren’t you all lovey-dovey with him? I told you not to date him, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“Well, isn’t that because you kept pushing me to marry Logan?”

If my parents hadn’t pressured me so much about marriage, I wouldn’t have rebelled and started dating someone just to spite them—only to get cheated on.

And Logan’s no angel either. He’s got plenty of women on the side; don’t think I don’t know about them.

I only married him to spite everyone. But now that I think about it, I kind of regret it.

I need to have a serious talk with him.

“So, you’re back to take over the company? Great! Your mom and I are finally free.” Dad jumped up, heading for the door with surprising agility.

I quickly grabbed his arm. “Where are you going, Dad?”

“To your mom. She’s been nagging me to take her on a vacation to the islands for two days. Now that you’re back, I can finally spend time with her.”

Realizing how his words sounded, Dad cleared his throat and corrected himself, “I mean, it’s your fault for never being around. I barely have time to spend with her.”

“…”