FORCED TO MARRY THE CEO'S SON

"What were you doing in the men's room?" The man with the jarred body, showing his stomach muscles, made Ayana suddenly silent without moving.

The girl gripped her skirt tightly, she couldn't even look into the eyes of the man in front of her. The gripping aura made it hard for Ayana to breathe.

"You're mute, huh? I'm asking," the man pressed closer to the distance.

Ayana's feet slowly backed away. she didn't feel like she could stand on her feet any longer. While the man in front of her still demanded an explanation from her.

"That... I didn't know this was the men's room. I wasn't paying enough attention. I'm sorry-"

"Are you blind? There's writing on the front," he interrupted sarcastically.

Ayana swallowed her saliva harshly. Her guts shrank instantly.

"Go out!" his command sounded piercing. "You're just wasting my time."

Ayana, who had intended to run away, quickly walked out of the toilet. When she arrived at the front, her face looked up slightly to see the symbol printed on the body of the door.

Ayana suddenly cursed her stupidity. How could she enter the wrong toilet, embarrassing!

***

"Ayana, please come with me," said Mrs. Mira five minutes ago before leading Ayana into the dean's office.

The girl stared in disbelief at the presence of her parents there. Her forehead creased even more when her eyes crossed with the man she met in the toilet this morning.

This time the man's face was twice as terrible as before.

"I think everything is complete. Then I will immediately explain why we have summoned you. Thank you also for taking the time." Mrs. Mira opened her voice after the two parties concerned were present.

"It doesn't matter really, Ma'am. For the sake of my child, I'm willing to spend my time," said Ghani, Ayana's mother.

"You're welcome. To save time, it would be better if we just get to the point, because we also have other business outside." The man in formal attire replied, he looked like the man's assistant.

Mrs. Mira reached for the laptop next to her. She then placed it right in the middle of the table. There was a clear picture of two students in the toilet looking at each other so close. What surprised me was the condition of the man who was not wearing any top.

Ayana's eyes widened at the portrait. One hand raised to cover her mouth because she didn't expect it. While the man in front of her tightened his jaw with a feeling of holding back anger.

"What is the meaning of this? Why are we being treated to such embarrassing photos?" Banu, Ayana's father who felt uncomfortable immediately asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Maybe we can just ask the person directly," said Mrs. Mira, trying to be as calm as possible. "Now can you explain why you did that?" She asked pointing to Ayana and Rayyan, sixth-semester students who will soon be graduating.

Mrs. Mira herself received the news from the students who were increasingly spreading in every corner of the campus. How could you not be excited if that causing trouble is the only child of the owner of a textile company, Rayyan Agam Laksmana. The man is a business major who is predicted to soon succeed in his father's company, Sagasco company.

"Sorry, ma'am. But it was just a photo and the two of us didn't do anything," Rayyan replied.

"Mr. Rayyan, can your answer be trusted? If Mr. Roy knew he could scold you." Reza, Rayyan's assistant, pointed at the picture on the laptop, wanting to make sure.

"I didn't do anything to her, ma'am. She entered the wrong toilet, and I just wanted to warn her. It also happened that I was in a situation when I wanted to change clothes after exercising," explained Rayyan seriously.

"How about it, Ayana? Is what Rayyan said true?" Mrs. Mira turned her gaze to Ayana who already received looks of disbelief from Ghani and Banu.

The girl nodded slowly, then answered, "Yes, ma'am. What he said was indeed the truth. It didn't happen as you imagined. This was purely my negligence because I entered the wrong toilet. And he... just reprimanded me," she explained.

"Then I will believe?" said Mrs. Mira.

"Again. It's just a misunderstanding. There's no way I would do that kind of thing over there." Rayyan replied again. He didn't want this problem to continue any longer.

Mrs. Mira glanced at the student briefly, then looked back at Ayana. "Are you sure about your answer? If one day something happens to you and the man in front of you refuses to take responsibility, what will you do? Beg me?"

"But there isn't anything wrong, Ma'am," whispered Ayana. Cold sweat had soaked the palms of her hands and feet.

She could hear heavy breathing from her side. She was always afraid to face her father, Banu.

"Unfortunately the news that has spread is bad, it's also impossible that they will believe what you say. So do I." Mrs. Mira's serious gaze made it even more difficult for Ayana to breathe.

"Then what, Ma'am? I don't want my child's good name to be bad," insisted Banu, who had tightened his jaw from holding back his anger.

He really couldn't believe he would hear such news. Reza nodded in agreement with Banu's question.

Mrs. Mira answered, "My best advice is that they should get married. But it's back to you. I just want to be on guard. Don't let one party feel disadvantaged because of this incident."

"I agree with Mrs. Mira. I will discuss this with Mr. Roy as soon as possible," said Reza.

"You..." Rayyan glared at him. Rayyan's anger was ignored by Reza. The decision of his father's envoy was unanimous.

"Perhaps that's all I need to say. Sorry if this has surprised you all, but we as their guardians here also feel disappointed because of this incident. Yes, hopefully, it can be a lesson in the future to be more careful in our actions."

Reza got up first, the man's sharp gaze signaled Rayyan to follow him immediately.

Meanwhile, the girl who was still looking down slowly started to raise her face, turning to look at Ghani's face with great disappointment.

"Mom, you believe in me, right? What I said earlier is true, I didn't do anything," said the girl, still insisting on convincing.

"I believe in you, Ayana, but the problem has spread widely. Your father also seems confused about how to react to this," Ghani replied, stroking Ayana's hair slowly.

Banu still ignores his daughter who walks with a limp. His mind was working hard to find a way to prove that she and Rayyan didn't do anything.

Right in front of her, Rayyan's figure instantly crossed Banu's and Ghani's bodies.

"I want to talk," Rayyan said, deftly leading Ayana's body to a corner of an uninhabited room.

Ayana groaned faintly as her back hit hard against the wall. This man is heartless. He looked like he didn't feel the least bit guilty after what he did to her.

"Are you satisfied now, huh? Tell me, you entered the wrong toilet on purpose, didn't you? You foully had an alibi, then secretly ordered someone else to take a picture of it." Ryan pointed at her. Ayana trembled with fear.

"I-I didn't do anything," Ayana squeaked barely audible.

"What did you say? Tch, did you think I would believe it? There are lots of models like you out there, cheap girls," Rayyan said sarcastically.

Rayyan's insults stab Ayana's pride. She who was bowed was trying to hold back the tears so as not to drip from the nest.

The man's hand began to grip Ayana's shoulder tightly. Ayana desperately held back her sobs that could no longer be contained.

"Bury your dream deep to be able to marry me. Don't expect it, even being with me you don't deserve it at all," Rayyan hissed, throwing Ayana's hand away. Without regret, he left.

The girl winced in pain as her wrists left a trail of redness. The clear liquid dripped down her smooth cheeks. In the silence, she moaned full of pain.

"He's a terrible man."

Continued...

"Are you crazy? What if that photo gets spread among the media? The company's reputation will be destroyed. Remember Rayyan, after you graduate all corporate responsibilities will be handed over to you. Do you think the media will just shut up? Your name will be ugly and people will look up to you badly," ordered Roy, Rayyan's father.

It seems that after receiving the astonishing news from Reza, the man immediately chose to go home. His instincts told him that the problem would be bad for the company.

Just one scandal can make people's trust decrease. Indeed, in reality, a thousand goodness will be defeated by just one mistake. No matter how small it is.

"Marry her," Roy's final round.

The man who had chosen to be mute all along suddenly tightened his jaw. His teeth chattered in distaste.

"No," Rayyan hissed. His beady eyes focused on Roy's eyes intensely. "That girl is cunning. She set me up on purpose so I could marry her. After all, it's just a photo. It's just a misunderstanding, the dean's side is just exaggerating things," he sneered.

"My decision is unanimous. You must marry her. Sooner or later your photo will spread to the media. To avoid people's bad assumptions about you, the only way is to marry her. The company name is more important than anything. I worked hard to build the Sagasco Company name, your actions can destroy everything," said Roy loudly.

"I don't want to marry her, Dad!" Rayyan protested furiously. "After all, I already have a lover, how can I just give it up for the sake of that cheap girl!"

"Shut your mouth Rayyan!" Roy's anger with his face was red with anger. "Decide Diana! The girl is only tempted by treasure. Is that what you call love?" he sarcastically.

"We both love each other, you have no right to control our relationship." Rayyan still insists.

Hearing that Roy suddenly laughed sarcastically. "You've been blinded by love, Rayyan. Whatever it is, I know what's best for you. Now you only have two choices," the man said, hanging up his sentence.

Rayyan's eyebrows rose waiting for the continuation of Roy's sentence.

"Marry Ayana, then you continue to inherit the company, or stay with Diana, don't get any heirs, and bear all the consequences. Which one do you choose?" Roy offered a meaningful smile.

Rayyan is made unable to move by his father's offer. For him nothing is profitable. The man's mind was confused, faced with a confusing choice.

"You've been thinking too long, Rayyan," Roy commented while grabbing a file containing all of Ayana's personal identification information.

His lips smiled as he looked at Ayana's photo. There is a painful feeling when he has to be reminded of past events, making someone very meaningful in his life have to leave.

"Silence, I assume you agree with the first choice," Roy decided irrefutably.

"But dad-"

"Reza, please take me to meet Ayana's parents."

***

Ayana sat restlessly next to her mother with a feeling of anxiety. How not, the man in front of her kept looking at her with a terrible look. The girl's guts shrank as the aura around her turned stifling.

"How about tomorrow?" Roy's words surprised both Ghani and Banu.

"Isn't it too soon?" asked Gani. "I mean, we just talked about it today, and suddenly the wedding is tomorrow. Isn't the preparation time too tight to do?"

Roy flashed a smile. "No problem. Everything has been arranged with my confidants. The day after tomorrow I have to return to the United States to continue a business trip. The period is rather long, about five months. So I thought it would be best to hasten the wedding. This is also to avoid slandering people towards Rayyan and Ayana. I think this is for the best."

Ghani and Banu stared at each other for a moment, thinking about Roy's offer, which was indeed very sudden. When Ayana dared to raise her eyes, again and again, her beady eyes met Rayyan's eyes.

Rayyan was indeed watching her. If given the chance, Ayana prefers to enter the room and lock herself up when it's like this. In all his life she had never met someone like Rayyan. Too scary.

"I want to go to the bathroom," said Rayyan, speaking for the first time since he stepped into the house.

"Ayana, let's accompany he to walk the path," Ghani ordered, stroking the girl's back.

With a feeling of doubt, Ayana got up and led Rayyan to the bathroom. Even though she was shrouded in anxiety, she was afraid that Rayyan would do something violent again. Yes, could be. Remembering the look of the man as if to finish her.

"Th-this is the bathroom," Ayana pointed at the small room in front of her.

The girl with one braided hair took a little distance when Rayyan didn't go into the bathroom. He kept watching Ayana's movements with a look that was difficult to decipher.

"What's your name, Alana?" asked Rayyan slowly moving closer to Ayana.

A danger alarm rang in the girl's ear. Her breath caught when Rayyan pressed her body against the corner of the wall.

"I'm asking," Rayyan insisted. Now both of his hands were resting on the wall, locking Ayana in so that she couldn't go anywhere.

"A-Ayana," she replied, swallowing hard saliva. Ayana kept her eyes down, not daring to look at Rayyan's face that closely.

"It seems I'm unlucky to be married to you, Ayana. I wouldn't have married you if it weren't for the company heir. It's forced, you know?" ejection pulled Ayana's chin roughly to look at his face.

Rayyan's grip was tight. Ayana grimaced in pain, while her tongue suddenly complained that it was difficult to make a sound.

"I beg you, stay away from me," pleaded Ayana feeling short of breath in that position.

Rayyan smiled crookedly. The man even brought his face closer, making Rayyan's breath hit Ayana's skin so clearly.

"Why? Isn't this what you like? A slut like you craves touch, doesn't she?"

PLAKK

Rayyan winced at the slap. His jaw tightened as his finger touched the red liquid at the corner of his lips.

Ayana looked at Rayyan's face in disbelief. She was shocked when the man said something that hurt her pride. Even after giving that slap her hands were still trembling with fear.

"Damn girl. You want to die, huh?" Rayyan snapped. A flash of anger was evident from behind his eyes.

"S-sorry. But you are too much," Ayana replied, lowering her gaze, not daring to meet Rayyan's eyes.

"What did you say? Outrageous?" he said, smiling cynically. "Didn't you start all this? Because of you, I have to fall into this marriage, dammit!" he said.

"This is not my fault. This marriage was due to a misunderstanding," Ayana replied, replying to Rayyan's brave eyes.

Rayyan's cynical smile appeared when he saw Ayana who was intensely looking at him.

"You know? I hate it every time I have to see your face. Especially now that you're pretending to be weak with your disgusting act."

Ayana was startled by Rayyan's nonsensical speech. She blinked repeatedly, not accepting the accusations leveled at him.

"Keep up your act," Rayyan whispered in a hoarse voice that escaped from his mouth.

Slowly he began to lower his head, brushing his nose and lips behind Ayana's ear. The woman tried to look away from Rayyan's face.

"Continue like this until I make you suffer with me."

Continued...

"Smile!" Rayyan threatened in a whisper when he saw the look on the face of the girl who had now officially become his wife and kept her head down.

Although forced, the girl chose to review a smile at the camera. Photographers are increasingly arriving and taking pictures of two pairs of people in the aisle.

Ayana gripped her wedding dress tightly when Rayyan grabbed her waist so tenderly. The black suit he wore gave off a dignified impression, fitting perfectly on his well-built body. He brought Ayana to mingle with the guests.

Ayana felt unworthy to be in that crowd. She was like a commoner being surrounded by conglomerates.

"Congratulations on your wedding, Rayyan. Your wife looks beautiful and elegant, finally, your taste has improved." The young man replied with a glass of wine in his hand.

At first glance, it sounded like a joke, but Ayana saw a streak of dislike on Rayyan's face.

"Shut the fucking mouth of yours, Morgan. You think that's funny?" he replied stabbing slowly.

"Oh wow, I didn't mean to offend you. Relax, this is just a joke. I was just shocked when I heard you married a girl other than Diana. Have you broken up with her yet?"

Ayana listened quietly. Rayyan's colleague seemed to be deliberately testing his patience. The proof was that he kept provoking privacy from Rayyan, he didn't like it.

Morgan pulled a faint smile when he realized Rayyan was falling into his trap.

"By the way, I like your picture. Is that the reason you decided to get married soon? Ah, that's for sure, right? Relationships feel better when they're in bed," he said with an annoying look.

She looked down shyly. This man is just talking nonsense. He said without looking at the situation.

Rayyan chuckled sarcastically. "None of your business."

Ayana watched Rayyan's hardened jaw, how patiently he was holding back the anger that had raged so fiercely. Ayana bit her inner lip when she felt Rayyan's hand that was still on her waist squeezing it tightly.

She wanted so badly to calm the man down. But fear still overcame him. For her, Rayyan is a terrible figure.

"I'll be there in a bit."

Ayana stared at Rayyan's back away from the crowd. He walked at a fast tempo as if he was in a hurry to meet someone. Ayana was silent with a question mark mind.

The girl backed away from Rayyan's colleagues who intended to introduce her. She was a little uncomfortable when she saw the look in their eyes staring at her wildly. Honestly, Ayana doesn't understand why there are people like that.

Ayana wanted to catch up with Rayyan, she felt like she was being abandoned. But just a step away, someone suddenly patted her on the back from behind. He is Roy, father-in-law.

"Where's Rayyan, Ayana?" he asked in a soft voice.

Ayana shook her head as her eyes moved to find the figure of the man. "He said he was leaving for a while, it seemed he was meeting someone, Dad," she explained.

"Really? Can you catch up with him soon? He has to host company colleagues," Roy asked.

Ayana nodded obediently. "I'll catch up with him. Daddy just wait."

The girl in the dress that looked elegant walked through the crowd of guests. She released a smile when her gaze met with the invitees. Ayana then turned following the direction Rayyan had gone earlier.

"Come on, I don't love her. Besides, you know this is just a forced marriage."

The voice that sounded unfamiliar succeeded in stopping Ayana's steps. She peeked from behind the wall and saw two human figures at the end of the hotel hall.

The man hugs the woman's body from behind tenderly. Ayana couldn't see her face clearly, what was certain was that the man who was hugging tightly was her husband, Rayyan.

For some reason, seeing that Ayana's soul immediately felt empty. This marriage was indeed carried out by force, then what would she expect?

"But after all, you are already her husband. You betrayed me, Rayyan," said the woman in a disappointed tone.

"You are still the lover that I love, Diana. She means nothing to me. That cheap girl is just a parasite and a source of trouble. Come on, don't keep sulking like this. Sooner or later, when the time comes I will divorce her immediately."

Nyess.

It sucks, my God. Ayana covered her mouth to hold back the sobs that pushed out. Her heart ached when she heard those words come out of Rayyan's mouth.

She didn't even understand. She knows this is just a marriage that doesn't involve feelings of love in it. But why is she crying? Isn't it even better that Rayyan will divorce her soon? But what woman isn't hurt when she hears her husband calling her a parasite? The source of the problem?

How bad is God's destiny for her?

What's even more disgusting is when Ayana gets wet, the two humans do intimate things in front of her own eyes. What a terrible sight on her wedding day.

***

In the bathroom, Ayana sighed in frustration when she couldn't open the dress she was wearing. She was so annoyed that she had intended to cut it off, whatever it was as long as the clothes were detached from her body.

The sound of banging on the door urged Ayana to get out. The girl gulped harshly when she knew who the hell did that.

"How long are you going to be in there? Hurry up, I'm also going to take a shower. You think this bathroom is the only one you can use?" Rayyan was furious.

Inside, Ayana closed her eyes in fear. She turned the bathroom door hinge slowly, slightly showing herself from the gap in the door.

"Sorry, but can you help me?" she asked sounding resigned.

Rayyan only displays a flat expression.

"My dress won't open. Can you help me get the springs down?" added Ayana.

Ayana feels worried when Rayyan never responds. Though she hoped that the man would help her.

"If you can't, I won't eat-"

"Where? Before I change my mind," he interrupted.

She quickly opened the door wide. She turned around so Rayyan could easily move her. It didn't take long, he managed to lower the spring of the dress Ayana was wearing.

"So-"

"You're a bother!" Rayyan hissed.

Ayana's mouth suddenly closed tightly. Reluctant to make a sound, the girl went back inside to finish cleaning. But Rayyan's voice suddenly made her body petrify again.

"Even your body doesn't interest me in the slightest. Your expectations are high, then you try to seduce me with your dress alibi that can't be opened? Come on, no matter what, you're still a slut, Ayana."

God, is it this painful?

Ayana's face dropped. Her fingers squeezed the dress she was wearing tightly. Rayyan's words hit the deepest recesses of her heart.

The man's words were venomous. Every sentence he uttered contains poison that can pierce the chest.

Her life feels sad. Even now she can't move in front of Rayyan. Her mouth seemed to be tightly closed, her tongue felt sore unable to speak.

"Until whenever you are the cause of bad luck coming into my life. The parasite," Rayyan hissed, walking away from Ayana in silence.

Drops of water suddenly rolled down Ayana's cheeks. She wiped it with a hoarse sobbing sound. She closed the bathroom door slowly, her back leaning, but for a moment inched down to the floor.

Ayana was crying silently. She desperately held back the sound of her sobs not being heard until they came out. Her face was full of red and puffy.

"Is this how bad fate is towards me?"

Continued...