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Helena’s POVI woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of heels clicking against tile.For a split second, I forgot where I was. Then slowly, the unfamiliar ceiling came into view.And followed by the bed beneath me, then everything from last night came rushing back in a painful wave.I groaned and rolled onto my side.“Tessy?” I croaked out.“In the kitchen!” She called back cheerfully. Way too cheerfully for someone who had watched me fall apart barely hours ago if I may add.I pushed myself upright slowly as my head pounded lightly, then made my way carefully to the kitchen.I shuffled into the kitchen and found her already dressed in tailored black pants and a cream blouse.Her hair looked sleek and pulled back while she had her laptop bag by the door and car keys in hand.I blinked at her. “Why are you all dressed by this time?”She grinned. “Because I have work.”I frowned. “You don’t usually leave this early.”“That’s because today is special,” she said, sliding a mug of

Helena’s POVI froze at the cold piercing voice of the man I had dreaded all day.My fingers behind my back tightened instinctively around the folded paper.The document suddenly felt so heavy in between my hands, like it could slip out and betray me if I wasn’t careful.I turned slowly to face him fully and shield the document.He was sitting exactly where he always did with one arm resting on the armrest and the other on the light switch. “I asked you a question, Helena. Where are you coming from?” He repeated.“I went for a walk,” I replied slowly.His eyes narrowed at me. “A walk?” He repeated after me, clearly unimpressed. “A walk for how many hours?”I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral even though my pulse was racing. “I needed some air,” I replied.“You need discipline!” He snapped. “You stormed out of this house without my permission and now you think you can walk in anytime you want?” He blasted out.That word again.“Sorry papa, I didn’t know I needed permission to br

Barron's POV“Hello. I suppose this makes us officially married.”Those were the first few words I shared with my new wife. Someone I hadn't seen or even know.It wasn't long before her reply came back. “I suppose it does.”And with that, I was left asking myself what I had just done.I rarely let emotions dictate my decisions.In my world, emotion was noise, something that clouded judgment and led to very bad investments. I built my company on logic, discipline, and control with every move being well calculated and every risk measured.And that was exactly why agreeing to marry a woman I’d never met should have bothered me more than it did.I wasn't able to get a hold of my thoughts before the car slowed down to a stop.I looked out through the window and realized that we had already made it to the front of my front porch.I flicked off my phone and took a deep breath before stepping out like nothing ever happened.I made the short trek over to the front door where the stewards were

Helena's POV What could she be referring to? I wasn't in the mood for more stress.I frowned. “A solution?” I finally asked.She nodded. “Yes, if you’re willing to listen,” she replied.My heart skipped a beat. A part of me jumped with hope, while another part was more skeptical than anything else.My thoughts dangled between both sides. “What kind of solution?” I asked carefully.That only made her smile wider. “One that might give you exactly what you’re looking for,” she replied.And for the first time since I’d walked out of that house, I didn’t feel quite so alone.But I knew I should have walked away.I knew that was the sensible thing to do, just thank the strange woman for listening, laugh politely at whatever ridiculous advice she was about to offer, and leave. People didn’t just hand out solutions to problems like mine. I mean, it's not everyday people go about telling their problems to strangers, especially ones that involve arranged marriages and controlling grandfather

Helena's POV“You are getting married to him tomorrow, and that's final.”For a moment, I honestly thought I’d misheard my grandfather. The words sounded too absurd, too unrealistic, like something that shouldn't belong to the same conversation I’d been having just seconds ago. I stood up abruptly, frozen in the middle of the living room with my fingers curled around my phone tightly.My heartbeat thundered loudly in my ears, blocking out every other sound for what felt like a minute.“What did you just say?” I asked slowly.My grandfather, Arthur Hale was still sitting in his leather armchair like some sort of king on his throne.He looked composed and unbothered by my change in mood.His silver hair was neatly combed while his posture remained straight despite his age. He looked at me the way he always did when he’d already made up his mind. “I said you are going to marry him tomorrow, Helena,” he replied firmly.“No.” The word burst out of me before I could stop it. “Absolutely