Arthit Rojanapat checks himself once again in the intricately decorated Belgium glass mirror.

Hair backbrushed? Check..
His new Black Armani suit well ironed and tailor fitted.. check,
his lips shining with a hint of pink lip gloss..check..
his skin looking flawless and blemish free..check. 

Is he looking enthusiastically party ready at a billionaires mansion.

check, check ,double check..

His beautiful blue eyes dull and with dark circles..he dabs a bit more of the foundation and put on his tinted fancy Gucci glasses..
.. nothing is visible now externally..

his bleeding heart well hidden...triple check!

He goes down to the awaiting black stretch limo.The two bodyguards gets in at the front seat,  after politely bowing and opening the back door for him as the driver too bows in respectfully to the soon to be their young master of the Sutthilak house.

Arthit doesn't acknowledge anyone as he gets in the car and immediately closes his eyes, reigning all the haywire emotions in..

He knows its all part of the grandeur and the status show, this circus will soon be a part of his day to day life. He braces his heart..

Noone should know the hidden account balance of the Rojanapat industrial empire which is dwindling and falling fast. Noone should know about his father's one after the another failed business venture and how Sutthilak empire one by one engulfed their company like a hungry shark.

At eighteen years of age, how Arthit has urged his father to accept the proposal of their nemesis and is becoming willingly, the last business deal of his father to save everything that is dear to them.

..Arthit sighs as he reads the upteenth message from the same number,

"You don't have to do this Art..let's runaway"

But he doesn't reply, he has stopped replying to him since a week ago, when his father got admitted to the hospital with cardiac arrest, unable to withstand the huge pressure of the failing empire, anymore on his fragile old shoulders..

Arthit, squeezes his eyes, no helpless tears should escape, he wants to be in control tonight, though each and every control he had on his naive life, is slipping away from him, he has to keep all his swirling emotions at bay, tonight he has to be the responsible son of his adoptive parents. They have given him everything, money, education and foremost a good loving home..

The time has come to repay back their  kindness for loving him unconditionally, the orphan him, who was left in the rain in front of the church, abandoned when he was not even a year old..the only mark from his past, a shape of three clove leaves on the left side of his chest, over his beating heart..

He understandably, cannot dwell on his ex(?) boyfriend's messages or cry over his present predicament. He has done with all his musings for his heartbreak, he will act like a man, not a petulent child.

And the truth is, he has accepted his fate .. he switches off his mobile.

He doesn't need more reminding of, how he cannot escape this situation or what he is about to do is  against everything he has ever aspired for in life, becoming a trophy husband for a billionaire business man was never in his bucket list! Atleast not to the notorious Playboy Kongpob Sutthilak!

The black limo stops at the huge door of the mansion, where the guests will be getting down to be escorted with their respective partners inside. He has been here once before on that fateful luncheon with his dad, which changed everything in his life..

But the mansion and the unending rose garden is decorated with multiple twinkling lights and it's looks very festive and more majestic. .

..the guests will soon arrive, noone ignores the invitation of the Sutthilak's. The name means power and position! 

The secretary of the Sutthilak's, Em, is waiting at the entrance of the mansion for him. Arthit knows he has been sent the limo graciously along with two guards to their loan submerged opulent home.

The Sutthilak empire now owns more than eighty percent of the Rojanapat share secretly, bringing the company back from doom of bankruptcy and hopefully his loving father from brink of death.

Arthit misses his parents, his mom couldn't even face him tonight, she refused to leave his father's side who is almost dying in guilt..but Arthit has given her a call in the morning,.he has tried to assure her that he will be fine, he has accepted everything happily.

She has not bought his act even for a second, cried silently and had left the phone with a soft mumbling of "I love you."

That was enough to warm his heart and to make him carry on bravely without wavering or running away like a coward...

" Come in Mr Arthit..the outside guests have still not arrived. Mr Sutthilak is waiting for you."

Secretary Em's voice is soft but firm as he takes long strides towards the private lounge , nestled deep inside the mansion,

Arthit following closely behind, his palms sweaty, spots of cold sweat appearing on his forehead and heart hammering away.

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Krekhai Sutthilak watches his son acknowledging two of his close aunt and uncle's disdainful congratulations.

Both of them are polite to him, afraid of him and they greet him with a tight fake smiles on their lips but one of them, expectantly Mrs Nancy Prachaya Rungroj, krekhai's own sister speaks up..

" Why a man Kongpob? That too that poor Rojanapat boy! Everybody knows the open secret, how their company is doomed. You could have just married anyone of the posh beautiful girls of our elite circle, amassing more wealth. Was Khaofang not good enough in bed? What made you deny her and accept that fag! Will you really stop having woman and bed a man from now on. I know you need to get married to get full control of the company shares according to my father's will, but a gay faggot, isnt it humiliating for the family name?"

Before Krekhai can stop her,  venomous words are already spoken, the words all the others wanted to speak up but didn't dare to..

But Kongpob is unperturbed, he just laughs sarcastically and hugs his favorite aunt..but his voice goes down menancingly low, as he speaks..
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"Aunty. My sweet aunty,you think too much and speak way too much more, disregarding your own well being!  You really don't have to worry about my sex life or why I have chosen a man to be my partner! It's enough for you to know that He just serves my purpose. I am not running away from beautiful woman. But I am marrying him, because it's the most convenient thing to do to get the shares under my name., I don't want the other vultures flocking around the shares anymore, just because of my unmarried status at the deadline age,25. "

And Kong turns away from the surprised and shocked  expression on the face of his dear malicious Aunt, and he sees Arthit with Em standing close behind him.

Arthit must have heard everything!. But Kong's sarcastic smile never falters. Kong, rather than looking apologetic gives an once over with his piercing eyes, the suit and get up of the eighteen year old, who looks totally petrified.
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" Hmm your suit and make up is fine, it is going with the event. You can really wash up to look respectable and presentable..good.. Well, How's your dad."

" Better but still in ICU." Arthit strutters, the man is intimidating, his aura terrifies the young man and his words are always belittling, whenever they have met..

" your father will be sent the video of the engagement."

Arthit knows what these words mean..this means no backing down, no playing any kind of tricks.

" And I don't want a constipated looking partner beside me, smile when we walk to the stage. My business partners and all my relatives  eyes will be on us. Not to forget the journalists."

He whispers in his ear, sending a cold wave down Arthit's spine..he is afraid, extremely afraid of this man.

Behind his dazzling smile and oozing charm lives a dangerous beast. Arthit still doesn't know how painfully literal his assumptions are..

his nighmare is just beginning.

He obediently nods his head
and the takes the cold strong hands of the billionaire business tycoon, Kongpob Sutthilak. They both walk hand in hand, towards the stage, in the vast hall, where the guests have already gathered and party is in full flow.

They will exchange the rings, and will declare to the world tonight, that Kongpob Sutthilak is off the marriage market with a certain Arthit Rojanapat. Their marriage date will be announced too, surprising everyone present including one of the fiance.

It will be within a week, and  Arthit plays the role of docile happy fiance splendidly, as he is introduced to numerous people, one after the another..though in his heart he has already started to dread the impending wedding.

Kongpob smiles, looking at his malleable by his own whim, fiancé, who he knows will dance to his all tunes.. he has definitely chosen right.

krekhai Sutthilak and his wife watches everything from little afar, somehow managing to smile and entertain the guests and media alike and  their endless queries about the two engaged soon to be married men .

But there is dread in their heart as they look at the beautiful innocent man beside their son ..full moon is only fourteen days away..

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A/n .:: This will be angsty with happy ending tale.

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