PROLOGUE

"Logan, this can't possibly be the girl you want us to accept as our future daughter in-law."

I wince at that. My eyes stray to my left where Logan sat still, looking every bit as cold as the day I met him.

"She is the girl I will be marrying, Mother." He met her eyes and held them as he spoke.

My heart continued to beat furiously inside of my chest. This is it, this was the time they would call us out on our bullshit and then i would go back to being plain old me. If only I was not so clumsy then maybe Mr. Eugene Hart-- that's right, you heard me right, I am in the mansion of THE Mr. Eugene Hart, the richest man on the planet, the one with the most chain of companies ever. And right now his hateful gaze is on me. I would not blame the man at all, after all it was my mistake. Let me take you back to the beginning, before the richest man on the planet hated me.

I was dressed in what was more expensive than ten years worth of my current salary. I sighed wistfully. This was my dream life. And it felt like a dream. I was living my dream life. I could not care less about the origin of the lilac colored silk dress-- the attendant would not shut up about it. The jewellery that adorned my neck were even much more expensive than the dress.

"Is this not to your liking ma'am?" The attendant asked me after clicking the necklace-- it feels like I am bringing down the value by calling it a necklace, but for lack of better words, i have no choice really-- in place.

My hand caressed it gingerly, in fear that it was truly a dream and i would wake up sooner than later.

"No dear, I love it." I tell the store attendant while beaming at my reflection. She gave me a smile I know too well, having worn it myself too many times, a smile of relief.

Even with my blonde hair in a very elegant up-do, dressed in dresses and shoes imported from Italy upon Logan's request, and neck full of jewellery I only ever saw on the store's Instagram page, I was still a nervous mess. Who would not be? Especially when they were going to meet the richest man on the planet, lie to his face and potentially be his grand daughter in-law.

I gaped at the mansion when the limousine that brought both Logan and I, pulled in to the driveway. It was exactly as I always dreamt about as a kid, even when my friends told me no house could be that huge.

"Do not mess this up." Logan hissed into my ear before linking our arms together.

After making sure that my smile was not a huge, creepy grin, I follow him. I was not going to mess this up, it was too important that every thing went smoothly, I simply could not afford to mess it up.

Except, I started to mess it up, really badly.

First, I did not expect that Logan's mom would be at the door waiting for us. And I accidentally swung the door in her face. Logan looked up at me in shock while his mom hissed in pain. I panicked instantly.

"Oh my god, I am so so sorry. I did not see you there." I was horrified. I truly didn't see her, it was a giant oak door, not see through or anything like that. If only I waited for Logan to swing open the door.

She chuckled under her breath. Her teeth gritted, in pain or in irritation from my clumsy? I bet in irritation.

"It's okay. I have my nurses on standby. Give me a minute." She said while signalling for one of the uniformed maids to help her.

After they were out of earshot, Logan turned to me in fury.

"What part of do not mess this up did you not understand?" He hissed again.

I don't answer. I don't have an answer. I did mess up.

"If this goes south, you know you won't have another shot at getting married to a rich guy." He was wearing that evil smirk that I have come to hate so much.

"I will make sure of that." He hissed again before walking away.

My hands had grown clammy in all that altercation. My heart furiously thrashed around my chest, threatening to jump out of my mouth. My nerves were getting the best of me now. But I decided that this is the kind of house I want to live in for the rest of my life. This is It for me. Not any other rich dude. I wanted these kinds of dresses flown in from Italy, this house too, I wanted everything.

When I turn around to follow Logan, I bump into THE richest man on the planet.

"I am so so sorry." I apologize immediately. It seems that is all I'm good at.

Eugene Hart's eyes were even colder than the heart of his grand son. He glared at me like I was the dirt that managed to follow his shoes.

"I take it that you are Sally Hans? My grand son's..." he eyes me up and down as if sizing me for the proper term.

"Bride to be?"

I nod. My tongue won't work. After practicing my lines again and again in my bath room at home, I was a mess right now. I wanted to go for charming, sophisticated and intelligent. Now I was no different than a fish out of water.

He looked at me with even more distaste. He was just about to say something when Logan saved me, I bet he was just about to call on our bullshit and then chase me out.

"There you are. I see you have met my bride to be." He placed his hand on the small of my back. A tiny gesture with big rippling effect. The area his hand touched tingled in excitement, something I don't fully understand. Since the first day we met, and we shook our hands I felt literal sparks fly, he must have felt it too as he dropped my hand immediately. And each time I felt the spark, I'm ashamed to say I wanted him to touch me. Even now, in the presence of his father.

"Logan, do you even know this lady?" His grand father's voice brought me back to the present. The one in which they had enough of me. That very one was caused by the plate accident. I did manage to break a couple of expensive dishware, in my defense the food there was so great I reached for more from the middle of the table, without knowing the plate i was using was at the edge of the table. It tipped to the ground the same time I finally got the plate of fish I was reaching for.

"She is nervous because if you two. You are breathing down hard on her neck, how did you expect her to react?"

He managed to dodge the question. But I shall tell you the answer. Not his grand father and mother, i shall not tell them, just you.

We do infact know each other. Only thing is.. Not in the way you would expect. It all happened one bright and not so beautiful day...