A Marriage of His Convenience

A Marriage of His Convenience

Jacqueline Turner

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Annabelle Winters is thrust into a world unlike any she knew after everything went wrong. Jaxon had not spoken to her since their own surprise engagement was ruined. Powerful families, mysteries, intrigue and murder all try to prevent Anna from discovering the truth about her father's former business dealings, the truth about who ger boyfriend was texting that night, and the truth why her best friend suddenly became her arch nemesis. Anna must survive everything in order to learn anything about her new fiance.

A Marriage of His Convenience Chapter 1 It's a MATCH!

By every measure it was going to be the the most fancy date of Annabelle Winter's life so far! Jaxon had brought Anna's favorite flowers, orchids. He had brought them in a clumsy clay pot, the whole plant. Anna supposed that was part of his charm, little things like that seemed to evade him. Where others got jewelry or vacatuons she had an unusual growing collection of random things Jaxon got her. Jaxon seemed a bit awkward when it came to love, especially with her.

She had always seen her best friend's older brother be smooth and swave when he dated other women. Around her, he would often stumble over his words and end up doing things like bringing a whole pot of orchids instead of a bouquet. Anna supposed it was because she was different. Different from his past girlfriends.

"So, you like them?" Jaxon asked, rubbing his neck.

Anna gave a genuine smile and nodded, sitting the heavy round plant aside at an entryway table, "It is thoughtful. You remembered about the orchids."

"Yeah, Maddie reminded me. They didn't have a boquet so ..."

Anna smiled to herself at this. Even the name Maddie made her smile. Madison Bailey, Jaxon's younger twin sister had been the best friend Anna had ever known.

A quick touch up in the mirror beside the door. Mousy brown hair that fell mid-back in layers. She has swpt it back and pinned it up. Grey-blue eyes from her mother she found plain. She was not a slip of a woman, but by her measure - too curvy. Her glance from the mirror fell from her face to inspect the rest of her reflection. She was healthy, but told herself in that moment she was probably a few burgers short of the plus-size section. Anna could only see this version of herself in the mirror. As she fetched her coat. She missed the light gold highlights her hair. She ignored how thick her lashes were. She didn't even notice that her lips were found resting in beautiful effortless pout. Instead she fussed over how her black dress fit over natural flesh. Pulling her mind from the warping image in mirror she glanced to Jaxon's reflection.

The radiance of her smile returned as she watched him. He was respectably tall, with a lean athletic build. With brown hair that fell just past his full eyebrows and whiskey brown eyes. The entire Bailey family, except their father Brent, looked this way; as if some artist took a particularly careful time sculpting the perfection in their classical features. Sliding her arms into her coat she told him so,

"Angel's are probably jealous of you. You look so handsome. "

Jaxon glanced at the mirror and took his time to admire himself in the mirror before opening the door for them both. Anna saw his first smile of the evening as he looked back to the car awaiting them, "Thanks. I just picked this suit up today."

Anna took his elbow as soon as the door shut behind them and he was finished fussing over his suit. By Anna's estimation it was probably worth more than her family made in a half a year. She glanced at her off-the-rack dress before smoothing his sleeve. She made sure his expensive watch looked just-right. Anna knew appearance was important to the Baileys.

"I wasn't talking about the suit, silly. Jack, you know you're handsome. Attractive people know."

"Yeah, but it's always nice to hear. I don't feel like I'm handsome all the time. Jaxon flashed a winning smile at her as a driver opened the back door to the black luxury car. Annabelle could never tell what they were but the Bailey family seemed to own a fleet of neverending luxury sedans. They always smelled new, looked new. Anna wouldn't be surprised if they bought a new one every time they needed to go anywhere.

As they settled in silence grew between them and Anna couldn't help but wonder if something wasn't wrong. Maybe she was just nervous expecting reporters, cameras. Minutes drew out their distance from another until it was unsettling. Her thumb went to her lips and she reminded herself not to bite her nail. So she straightened out her hem of the dress and glanced to Jaxon once more,

"You havent told me much about the big event tonight." Anna tempted, trying to listen to anything except the silence.

"Yeah, you could say that. It's important." Jaxon responded pecking away at his phone.

Anna tried again. "Thanks for inviting me. I hope the dress is okay?"

Jaxon didn't even bother to look up from his device, and as if the words he spokr had been practiced until they bored him, "You look like a model. The most beautiful woman who will be there tonight. You worry too much."

This was their first public appearance together. Sure, being friends with the Bailey Twins gave her experience with this. Random strangers would approach her to ask about Maddie or Jaxon's dating life. Secret, sordid gossip, even a sneeze could be reported as "evasive tactics to obscure the truth!" Anna had fled from them for years but they still managed to know her relationship with Maddie. Just not Jaxon yet.

Anna frowned down at her dress. Black. A bit sparkly. Simple. It fit well. It seemed to flatter the areas it should. It was by no means extravagant, but had cost her over a thousand dollars. The most expensive garment she ever owned. She checked her jewelry in the reflection. She wore her aunt's diamond stud earrings, and her mother's small cluster diamond necklace sparkled well. Both brought attention to her dimples and decolletage.

Anna usually wasn't this hard on herself, but something about being next to Jaxon always made her feel insecure. She rarely voiced this except to her journal and sometimes Maddie. Anna took a breath and steeled herself throwing on a genuine smile. Enough was enough, this was an important event to Jaxon.

As they slowed, Anna tried to peer out Jaxon's window toward the venue but instead saw the reflection of Jaxon's phone illuminate a reflection there. Inverted names and images bounced to her vision as he casually tapped a photograph of a smiling bikini clad woman. Then another. Anna's breath stopped and before she could even inhale again - and so did the car. The word "MATCHED" dominated the screen in the reflection as Jaxon indiscriminately liked anything with breasts. A figure different from hers. Anna's heart sank.

The phone's reflection tilted away as Jaxon tucked the phone inside his tailored jacket. Anna shook her head and demanded, "Jaxon, what are you doing?"

Jaxon played stupid. Worse. He wasn't stupid, he knew what she must have seen, but played stupid anyway. "What are you talking about Anna-banana-bells?"

The driver dutifully opened the door as Jaxon smiled at her, as if he was genuinely confused by her question, "We're here!" And with that Jaxon exited the car.

Any bravado Anna had vanished when she saw what was awaiting her. Every ounce of confidence drained from her face. Even the shock and confusion that were waving red flags moments before were all stolen under the scene before her. Her emoti9ns went haywire. Every cell in her body told her to hide.

Jaxon waved to flashes and cheers. Anna stayed frozen. A red carpeted column split an aisle between a swarm of people, cameras, and reporters. He adjusted his suit and smiled in particular at a group of young women bouncing near the crowd barriers. Anna felt vertigo, she wasn't told about any of this. She was uncomfortable but now she panicked. After several long seconds of this eventually Jaxon peeked back into the car and held out his hand for her.

She reached for it, against her own self-interst. She slipped her hand into his and stepped from the car. Not only was it brighter but it was suddenly louder. People speaking everywhere. Strangers demanding answers to questions like who designed her shoes. Anna had known what the Bailey family experienced but rarely was exposed to it.

Frozen there as Jaxon moved again, gallant, suave. Just as he had for his girlfriends of the past. Suddenly there were airs. Jaxon put on a show for the onlookers kissing Anna's knuckler. Jaxon was a showman, he knew exactly what to do and say. The sweethearts of the press, the Bailey Twins. The young millionaire heirs to the Bailey Family fortune. They had degrees, looks, money, power, a media reputation as darlings. Anna couldn't have stood out more. As she stood there, expression contorted in horror as Jaxon pulled back his lips.

It dawned on her, maybe she didn't know Jaxon as well as she thought. She had met Maddie in high school. Anna had transferred in the middle of her Freshman Year. After her father had passed away. Anna's mother placed the money into trusts for their children. Anna had used her trust for a private tuition for school to gave her the best shot at a full scholarship. Every last cent was spent at Glennborne Acandemy. Genevieve, Anna's younger sister, was set to graduate from there this year too. That was it. The Winter's secret to life, work until you die and hopefully your family benefits.

Anna met Maddison and at first, Anna felt that it couldn't be real. People like Maddie were fake. And to Maddie's fault, it was as if Maddie had found a charity case to work on, or some poverty glow-up project. But as the years went on the two developed a deep and meanungful relationship. Anna loved Maddie, who had been nothing but generous, lively, and accepting of Anna. Even the Bailey Family, who loved the celebrity that came with wealth, welcomed Anna with open arms. Anna thought of all of this while staring at Jaxon's hand holding hers.

Even with Jaxon's urging and tugging hand, it was difficult for Anna to move from that rooted spot. That was until she saw Maddie waving at her from near the entrance. Maddison looked picturesque in a gown that was colored as if reminiscent of a peacock. Rich blues and greens in a sea of patterns that swirled round her legs and feet. Her petite stature stood on expensive designer heels with countless hand-cut crystals Is catching every move in the light. If Maddie moved, the world would see this glimmer.

Anna felt her senses return to her and she smiled, nearly trampling over Jaxon to her to her friend. She clasped Maddie's hands who returned the gesture and added and enthusiastic smile. Soon all courtesy was dropped as Maddie enveloped Anna in a huge hug. Anna closed her eyes and smiled embracing Maddie. The press, naturally, captured the reception from every angle.

Anna took the opportunity to tell Maddie, "Something just happened in the car. I need to talk to you about it."

Maddie could tell from Anna's tone it was serious, yet maintained that brilliant smile. She managed through her teeth, "Wait until we get inside." Anna didn't argue.

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“Annabelle Winters is thrust into a world unlike any she knew after everything went wrong. Jaxon had not spoken to her since their own surprise engagement was ruined. Powerful families, mysteries, intrigue and murder all try to prevent Anna from discovering the truth about her father's former business dealings, the truth about who ger boyfriend was texting that night, and the truth why her best friend suddenly became her arch nemesis. Anna must survive everything in order to learn anything about her new fiance.”
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Chapter 1 It's a MATCH!

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Chapter 2 The Big Ask

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Chapter 3 Smoke and Mirrors

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Chapter 4 Foggy Reflections

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Chapter 5 Dissolution of Trust

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Chapter 6 The Long Game

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Chapter 7 Hot off the Press

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Chapter 8 Ivory Towers

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Chapter 9 Best Friends

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Chapter 10 Precious Pawns

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Chapter 11 History Lessons

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Chapter 12 Arrows and Slings

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Chapter 13 Ugly ducking

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Chapter 14 Act As If

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