The Best Soldier Husband

Author: Roselani

Chapter 1: Marriage Proposal

Words : 2114 Updated : Feb 19th, 2024

"Marty Jauncy! This is a company, not a place for your nonsense!" In the chairman's office of Allure Group, Eileen Letherdale was livid as she scolded Marty, her voice sharp with frustration. Marty, just 23, was a driver in the logistics department of Allure Group. Eileen, at 25, was the chairman of the entire company. What had pushed Eileen to her breaking point? Well, Marty had nearly driven her mad with his antics. This guy had been giving female employees *massages* right in the office! And not just a couple of women—all the women on the same floor had lined up for one! He was practically ruining the company's atmosphere! "You've misunderstood me," Marty replied casually. "I'm just helping them. It's all about balancing their hormones with my massages. If I were up to no good, do you think they'd be lining up?" Eileen's face grew colder. "I see. So, your massage skills are quite something then?" "Exactly!" Marty nodded seriously. "Ms. Eileen, you don't look well. Stress from overwork, I'd bet. How about a full-body massage? I promise, you'll feel brand new." As he said this, he shamelessly looked her up and down. Eileen Letherdale was widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in River Chamber City's business world. With her perfect face and figure, she was always impeccably dressed. Today, she wore a sharp, waist-cinching blazer and a sleek black pencil skirt that hugged her every curve. She stood with her arms crossed, exuding an aura of cold elegance. Marty's words, combined with his obvious ogling, filled Eileen with both shame and fury. "You're shameless! I'm warning you, show some respect!" she snapped. "And remember—this is a company, not some massage parlor. I don't care how good your so-called skills are. You are *not* flaunting them here!" "If you break any more rules, I'll make sure you pack your bags and leave. Now, get out!" Eileen wanted nothing more than to fire him right then and there. But the problem was, all the massages had been consensual. The female employees had willingly let him give them massages. If she fired Marty, would she have to fire all those women too? Eileen was always fair and didn't want to penalize the women for something like this. Unfortunately, it meant she didn't have much of a case to fire Marty either. Marty, feeling wronged, let out a sigh. After all, his massages had left the women energized and more productive at work. Wasn't he, in a way, helping the company? *Women are so short-sighted,* he thought to himself. Still, he figured he wouldn't be able to keep this up forever. Eileen might fire him eventually. Soon, he might not even have a job as a driver. *Unless...* he mused, *unless I become the boss. And there are only two ways to do that—either marry or sleep with Ms. Eileen.* Marty returned to the drivers' office, where the other drivers had already been dispatched, leaving him alone. Just then, his phone rang. "Hey, kid, have you thought about it? Join our War Dragon Unit, and I'll make you the deputy commander!" an elderly voice chirped on the other end. "I don't believe you for a second, you sly old fox. I checked—there's no such thing as a deputy commander in the War Dragon Unit!" Marty was exasperated. Karol had been trying to recruit him into the special forces, using every trick in the book. Karol cleared his throat. "Well… you could be my assistant then. And hey, I've got a granddaughter—she's twenty, single, and looking for a boyfriend. What do you say?" "Your real granddaughter?" "Yes, my real one!" "No thanks!" Marty hung up immediately. Karol was already an eyesore; his granddaughter was probably from the Jurassic era. Soon after, Marty received a new assignment: he had to drive Ms. Eileen home. Earlier, Eileen had received a call from her father, telling her to come home for an urgent family matter. Though she had a driver's license, Eileen wasn't confident in her driving skills yet, so she typically relied on a driver. Since Marty was the only driver on duty, she had no choice but to call him. As soon as she sat in the backseat, she gave him a brisk command. "Drive." Marty, eager to make conversation, said, "Ms. Eileen, I really appreciate that you didn't fire me." Eileen didn't want to entertain him, but out of politeness, she replied, "Just work hard from now on." "Of course!" Marty grinned. "These days, it's harder to find a job than a girlfriend. I'll treat this job like it's my girlfriend from now on." Eileen nearly rolled her eyes. *This guy really has no ambition.* It was just a driver's job, and here he was, acting like it was the opportunity of a lifetime. Deciding he wasn't worth her energy, Eileen closed her eyes to rest for the remainder of the drive. When they finally arrived at the Letherdale family villa, Eileen, out of courtesy, invited Marty inside and offered him a cup of tea before heading upstairs. Upstairs, Eileen found her father, Paddy Letherdale, sitting on the couch with a concerned expression on his face. "Dad, what's this all about?" she asked. Paddy sighed. "Your great-uncle wants to marry you off to Gregory Santee, the heir of the Santee family. He's already spoken with their family and contacted me, insisting that you agree to the marriage." Eileen's face remained calm. She had expected this. In their world, business marriages were often tied to family interests. "I don't agree," she said coldly. "Neither do I," Paddy replied, his voice heavy. "Gregory is a scumbag. I wouldn't want you to marry him. But you know your great-uncle's temper. If we refuse outright, he'll make a scene. And the Santee family is more powerful than ours. If we reject them, we risk creating a lot of bad blood." Paddy hesitated before continuing. "So, I've thought of a plan. I'll tell them you're already engaged—that you have a boyfriend and are about to get married." Eileen blinked, finally losing her composure. "What? I have to marry someone just to get out of this?" Paddy nodded solemnly. "It's not ideal, but it's better than being forced into a marriage with Gregory. You're beautiful, accomplished. There are plenty of men who would want to marry you. Just choose a decent guy from the people you know. It's not perfect, but it's better than being stuck with that scumbag." Eileen sank onto the sofa, stunned. She'd never even been in a relationship, and now she was supposed to get married? "Ms. Eileen, I have an idea," Marty suddenly chimed in from the staircase. Eileen snapped her head toward him, her frustration boiling over. "Who let you upstairs? Get down!" she barked. She was already upset, and now her irritating driver was adding to the chaos. She'd definitely fire him when she got back. Marty ignored her anger and continued, "Your father wants you to marry someone great, but I think you should marry someone broke, unambitious, and with no real skills." "What are you talking about?" Eileen snapped, annoyed. "Think about it," Marty said, smiling. "First, someone like that won't be after your family's money. Second, they'll be obedient. You won't suffer, and you can push him around for fun when you're bored. Third, a guy like that won't have any connections, so once the situation blows over, you can easily dump him, and he won't dare fight back. Then, you'll be free to pursue real love." "Ridiculous!" Paddy glared at Marty. "Eileen, fire him when we get back. The idea of you marrying someone worthless would be a joke!" But to Paddy's surprise, Eileen's eyes lit up. "That's not a bad idea," she said. Paddy was stunned. "What? If you marry someone like that, you'll become the laughingstock of the city. Your mother and I would be humiliated!" Eileen crossed her arms and gave her father a piercing look. "So, you'd sacrifice my happiness just to protect your reputation?" Paddy hesitated, guilt flashing across his face. Sighing, he said, "If that's what you want, I won't stop you. But do you even know someone who's broke, unambitious, and talentless?" Eileen's gaze shifted to Marty. "Hey, do you want to marry me?"

The Best Soldier Husband

Chapter 1: Marriage Proposal

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