The young miss of the Burton family was no one special. She came from a wealthy family, but it was not a very well-known family. They weren't actively invited to parties and they certainly didn't have the news on them with every step they made. So, when a marriage proposal came from the only son of the Wilson family, they were shaken to the core. The two of them had never met, but he claimed nothing would make him happier than having her as his wife. As a result, they agreed immediately, both families meeting to discuss the terms of the engagement.

And though Alfred hadn't attended the meeting, busy with something or other, again, his excitement about her becoming his wife was repeated again and again. In the end, everything was settled. In two months, she would be officially married to him and they would live together in a brand new mansion. It was like a dream come true; a Cinderella-like dream. As if to somehow earn the amazing fortune that came her way, she swore that she would do the utmost of her abilities to make her married life a success.

As she rode to the new mansion to finally meet the blonde heir, she was fascinated at the size and appearance of the stunning building. In gawking at it, she remembered that it was just standard for his family. After all, the boy's family was a long-standing one, having made their fortune from entertainment. Though, recently, they had been making it big in film, they'd always been wealthy from things such as talent agencies. A long, long time ago, their start began with opera. As a result, the family was well-known across the world, their fame nothing to scoff at.

As the orange-haired girl rang the doorbell, she nervously began twiddling her thumbs. To prepare herself, she had looked at countless pictures of him, but his good looks were too much for her to handle. As a result, she continued to be nervous, even straightening up reflexively as she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. However, instead of the young man she was supposed to be married to, a woman stood there.

For a moment, Ellie panicked. The woman was even more stunning than Alfred, rending her speechless. She had a mature disposition to her, as well, almost a complete foil to Ellie. The woman opened her mouth, a thick accent coating her words as she spoke. It took Ellie quite a bit to understand she was speaking another language. Thankfully, it was one she had learned. Though she was a bit rusty, she picked up on it a bit more quickly than she expected.

"Your pronunciation is immaculate," the woman chuckled, enamored with the tiny thing in front of her, "You must be Ellie. Please, come in."

"Yes? Yes!"

The orange-haired girl followed closely behind the woman. Her eyes for a moment betrayed her, trailing down to the incredible hips the woman had. She gave a small squeak before covering her eyes and focusing. She was there for her future husband. That was what she had to remind herself of, especially as they sat down in the living room. Ellie tried to distract herself with the interior decoration instead of gawking at the sensual way the woman sat. It was so natural, too. She was very much jealous of the confidence.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you!" the woman chuckled, reaching out to hold the girl's hands, "You have no idea how long we've been looking, so it means a lot. Is there anything I can get for - "

The woman's words were cut off as a familiar blonde came up from behind the couch and pressed his lips on hers. He gave no warning, no indication that he was even there, but the first thing he did was kiss her. The male seemed very passionate about it, too, both hands on her neck to pull her back to him. Ellie averted her eyes shyly as he began to groan. Luckily, she didn't see him move one of his hands down to grope at the woman's breasts. However, she did feel the woman move her hands before she heard the sound of a slap, looking back to see the blonde pushed back to the wall.

"I was in the middle of talking," the (h/c) haired woman snapped, the male giving an exaggerated pout before moving to sit down on the floor in front of her.

"My bad," he responded enthusiastically, beginning to kiss at her bare feet.

"Enough. I told you, didn't I? We have to take it slow. Just because we're used to it doesn't mean that she is."

The woman moved her foot away from the male, much to his chagrin. However, he was not without a smile for long. She deemed to punish him by pushing his head away with her foot, but, instead, he began shivering out of absolute pleasure. The blonde loved the power imbalance, after all, and there was nothing more degrading than being treated as mud underneath a beautiful, wealthy woman's foot. Of course, it was made all the better by the fact that they were a couple. This, however, came as a massive shock to Ellie, who began to tear up.

"Are you alright?" the woman stuttered, quick to get up and inspect the younger girl, "He's a massive pervert, but I swear he will never do anything like that to you! I'll make sure of that, okay?!"

Contrary to what the (h/c) haired woman thought would happen, Ellie began bursting into tears. She had never expected that her future husband would have had a lover. Worst still, the woman was promising to make her life a living hell and separate the two with everything she had. It wasn't a dream at all! It was like a nightmare! As she began bawling, Alfred suddenly flinched and attempted to crawl away. Of course, the woman caught him, digging her heel into the male's hand with great irritation.

"I know that look," she mumbled lowly, raising a brow, "And I hope I'm wrong, but...you did properly explain everything...didn't you?"

"Explain?" Ellie peeped up in-between tears, her pathetic expression making (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat.

"Alfie."

The look on the woman's face became filled with animosity. She didn't even wait for the blonde to explain himself. Rather, she assumed the worst and began cursing loudly in her native language, walking away. The two of them could still hear her cursing upstairs, but they remained sitting upright, fearful that they would be the next one yelled at. When the woman returned, she had a suitcase packed, alerting "Alfie". He tripped over his own feet to stop her, pulling on her arm and apologizing again and again. However, she had none of it.

"Watch and see if I come back!" she finally yelled, slamming the door behind her.

Ellie was then subject to the blonde falling on his knees and bawling his eyes out like a child. He kept repeating the woman's name, saying how much he loved her, etc. That being said, it wasn't as if she could hear it. He made no attempts to call her, knowing she would have just blocked his number. As a result, a very confused and fearful Ellie was led to her room by one of the maids. When the orange-haired girl had come downstairs every now and then, she still saw the blonde kneeling at the door with heartbroken eyes. He was like a puppy.

Even if she tried to tap on his shoulder to offer him some food to eat or in an attempt to figure out what was going on, he would just sob more. When she brought up her concerns to the housekeeper, they simply shook their heads and told her he could stay there for a week, if need be. It all depended on when, or if, the woman would return.

Luckily, it only took a day for her to come back, at which point Alfie practically pounced on her high heels, pretending to bark and whine. She kicked him a bit, forcing him to roll over on his back. At that point, she brought down her stilettos hard on his stomach, an audible yelp echoing throughout the first floor. Ellie trembled as the woman approached her, fearful she would do the same to her. However, (Y/n) only smiled amiably and offered to sit down in the living room with her. Scared to reject the offer, she trailed along obediently.

"This is the most comfortable seat," the older of the two informed the younger one, sitting her down gently before taking her seat across from her.

"T-Thank you?"

"I don't think so," the woman then snapped, directing the tone to the blonde who attempted to sit himself next to her, "Dogs don't get to sit on the furniture, Alfie. You can enjoy the floor until further notice."

The blonde began sniffling but followed her instructions nonetheless. He sadly slumped on the floor, making sure to look back up at her pitifully every now and then. It was in vain, considering the fact that she was far more focused on Ellie than she was on him. Such a thought made him glare at the girl, only for his ear to be pulled painfully. To elicit sympathy, he began yelping and making puppy dog eyes again, but she didn't care.

"Explain everything."

Clever as always for things that benefit him, Alfie began to bark. After all, in her eyes, at that time, he was merely a dog. As a result, he thought barking would fulfill her designated role for him. However, far from it, she was fed up with his smart-ass attitude. Realizing that she might leave again with no warning, he flinched and hugged her legs. The male then looked shiftily over to the orange-haired girl and pouted, receiving a flick to the head.

"Fine. I'll do it," the woman huffed, turning to the younger girl with a gentle smile, "Alfie was supposed to tell you about this and list it all in the contract, but he's a fucking idiot. He and I are in a relationship, but his father is insanely overprotective, and he doesn't like me. So, all the while we've been together, it's been a secret. But lately, he's been pushing marriage on Alfie and threatened to blacklist him in the film industry. As a result, we've been looking for someone to play the role of a legal wife."

"I-Is that me?" Ellie trembled.

"Yes. I'm sorry, dear. I wrote out an entire contract detailing every little thing," A flinch. "I even made the effort to list out rules for both sides of the party," Another flinch. "And I put everything right in Alfie's hands before he was supposed to go meet you. But, apparently, he never went."

At that point, the blonde was knocked out onto the floor, K.O.'d from her words. It was reasonable for her to be upset, and entirely reasonable for her to break off her relationship with him as well. It was always her intention for the three of them to be aware of every little thing. She wanted everything to be as fair as possible. However, Alfie had gone and screwed everything up despite her efforts. He began sobbing on the floor, hugging her leg possessively.

"Was there a reason it had to be me?" the orange-haired girl questioned, trying to ignore the pitiful sight.

"We wanted someone that had a good enough family to get his father's permission, but not someone that was influential enough to leak information if things went south. I also requested someone cute. I have to say that you've met that expectation very well."

Ellie flushed red, beginning to panic at the statement. It was only a compliment, she knew, but she so badly wanted her to mean it. Little did she know, the woman was being sincere. Alfie recognized it as well, lifting himself off from the floor to whimper and grovel. He did anything to get the (h/c) haired woman's attention, begging her not to fall for anyone else. After all, her type was someone sweet, submissive, and, above all, as cute as a daisy. He might have looked the part and fulfilled the first two requirements, but he definitely was not as cute as Ellie. Unfortunately, the woman was beginning to think so, too.

"You've already signed the agreement to be engaged, so I've come up with two solutions in my sulking yesterday," (Y/n) sighed, holding up two different folders with their own respective contracts, "The first is that I leave this relationship with Alfie and you two can have a normal married life. It isn't fair to have to share your husband just because he was a fucking idiot."

"It was a mistake, love!" the blonde sobbed, resting his head on her lap and gripping onto her dress, "I didn't mean it! You told me you wouldn't leave me! Stay here and love me?!"

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me. It was her you screwed over."

"She should've known what she was getting into! Why the hell would someone like me want someone like - "

Within an instant, the (h/c) haired woman slapped him before aggressively shoving him off of her. He took a moment to process what had happened before glaring with complete malice at the orange-haired girl. She should have played along, but she must have wanted to spite him. Of course, the older girl didn't seem to think that, making sure that Ellie was well taken care of. She began walking her through the results of the first option, doing so slowly and thoroughly to leave no room for misunderstandings.

"But...it doesn't seem fair that you have to break up because of what he did," the orange-haired girl flushed, almost uncomfortable with the proximity of the stunning woman.

"Oh, dear. You really are cute. You must not know who I am."

The woman tucked a stray strand of hair behind the younger girl's ear, causing her to tense and fluster. The reaction made her want to tease her more, Ellie beginning to stutter meaninglessly. As the woman began to admire the uncommon hair color, she blushed, wondering if she would ever see her again. After all, if the first option was chosen, the woman would have nothing to do with Alfie again. Similarly, judging from her foreign accent, the (h/c) haired woman might have gone back to her home country halfway across the world.

Alfie, furious at the flirting, grabbed at the woman's leg, only to be ignored. She didn't seem to care about his input after his massive screw-up. And while he knew that, he couldn't help but get livid at it. He wanted her attention and he wanted all of it. The male gripped at her leg with no success. Then he grabbed at her dress and tore it, staring up at her from his knees with teary and angry eyes. She looked down at him in the same manner, prompting him to cling to her leg and curse Ellie under his breath again and again.

"You can call me (Y/n), but my last name is Acacio. We might not be as big overseas, but my family pretty much owns the entire western side of the world. I've got loads of cuties just waiting for me back home."

"Y-You said it was just me!" the blonde cried angrily, clinging tighter to her as if it would make her realize he was her one and only, "That you ditched all those assholes! Aren't I the cutest?! Aren't I the most obedient?! Don't you like me the most?!"

"Go sit down, Alfie."

"No! I won't let go! Not until you promise it's just me! And that you won't leave! And that - "

"I told you to sit your ass down. Or do I have to find someone that can do that better for me?"

The blonde, typically, would rather have died than caved in. Yet, in the end, he listened, if only to keep her with him for a little longer. It felt like hell separating himself from her. Really, he couldn't help but cry as he retreated, especially when she was so close to someone else. He used to think she was only interested in guys, but her recent inclinations showed anything but. So he had to listen. Her threat wasn't made of empty words. She was fully prepared to find a better puppy, if need be, though it might be a bit of a loss for her, too. After all, she did love Alfie.

"My point was not to worry, Ellie. It's your needs that matters most, okay?"

"May I ask for the second option?"

"Of course. Though, I admit, this one works the best for me. Alfie will have to take a loss, but it's all his fault anyway, so he can eat his just desserts. If you're fine with it, we could have an abnormal relationship. In writing, you would be his wife, and, in public, you would act like it. But, here, you could have a secret relationship of your own. That is, Alfie won't be the only one with a lover."

"I...would prefer that one as well, but...are there any limits on who my...lover...will be?"

"It wouldn't be very fair if that was the case. Why? Are you interested in taking me as your lover, too, Ellie?" the woman purred, teasing the girl by caressing her cheek and moving in closer.

The orange-haired girl began to freak out at the implication. Though it wasn't as if she wasn't interested in the proposition. In fact, she very much liked the woman in front of her, particularly because of her overwhelming presence. Her confidence was also very attractive, as well as her attentiveness. It was almost too much for the very innocent Ellie to handle, the girl freezing as soon as (Y/n) gave her a small kiss on the hand. It was incredibly effective to her, the charm beyond her capabilities of understanding. All she knew was that the woman was someone she didn't want to be away from.

Though, of course, in his rampant jealousy, Alfie moved to push the older girl away, glaring with great hatred at her. It wasn't a first for her to experience being the subject of his rage, but it was always very button-pressing. The blonde began sobbing out of anger, clenching his fists in seeping envy before he ran out of the room. Under her breath, the woman said something in her native language that Ellie couldn't decipher. However, it sounded as though it was intended for Alfie, perhaps some kind of words of comfort, not that he could hear them.

"Actually, I would like that very much!" the orange-haired girl shouted out with great embarrassment, "To be with you every day would be incredible! But...I don't think that he seems to like that idea."

"He's indulged me in more, trust me. I'll just have to talk with him. He might be pouty for a bit, but I'll make sure he fully understands what the relationship will entail. But, regardless, if you need my help, here's my number. I'd be happy to hear anything from you, Ellie. Really, if you even send me a 'good morning', I'd spoil you rotten."

That next morning, Ellie stayed up all night just to fulfill that wish. She worried she would oversleep and be unable to send the message, leading to her very tiring day. Either way, as the week progressed, she continued to text the woman, her heart fluttering with every message she received back. She thought having the (h/c) haired woman as a close confidant (or even more) was better than having a husband. That being said, Alfie was regretting ever having chosen such a witch of a woman to be his contracted wife. Though, it wouldn't be a problem anymore if she just happened to disappear.