Second Choice: Wife by contract
Solene Wilkins agreed to a marriage she never thought she’d feel, bound not by love but by obligation. Ethan Cole, heir to a vast family empire, married her to satisfy familial alliances, but his heart still belongs to the woman who once walked away—Celeste.
From the start, Solene knew she was stepping into a life shadowed by someone else’s love. Yet, despite knowing the truth, she falls for his quiet moments, his unguarded gestures, the man he shows her in fleeting glimpses. A husband who doesn’t yet realize that she is more than a placeholder.
When Celeste unexpectedly returns, Solene is forced to confront a reality she’s been silently surviving: Ethan is torn between the past and the present, and she might never be more than the wife he agreed to marry. But as cracks in their marriage deepen, and secrets and desires intertwine, Solene must decide whether she will fight for a love that might never fully be hers or protect her heart from being shattered all over again.
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Chapter: EpilogueSix months later:“Ethan, don’t touch that.”“I’m not touching it.”“You’re about to.”“I’m standing.”I turn from the counter and look at him.He’s standing exactly where he shouldn’t be. Too close to the stove. Too interested in something that does not concern him.“Move,” I say.“I live here.”“That doesn’t mean you supervise.”He smiles, but he moves anyway.Good.The kitchen is warm. Not from anything special. Just… used. Lived in. The scent of garlic and herbs lingers in the air, mixing with the faint salt breeze drifting in from the open patio doors. There’s something on the stove, something in the oven, and something I’m probably forgetting.Sunny runs past us, nails clicking against the floor, then slides slightly and keeps going like nothing happened.Ethan watches him.“That dog has no balance.”“He has confidence,” I say.“That’s worse.”I check the pot, stir once, then step back.“Set the table,” I tell him.He doesn’t argue.That’s how I know we’ve grown.A few minutes l
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Chapter: Chapter 140I wake up before anyone calls my name.Not because I’m anxious. Not because something is pulling me out of sleep.Just… awake.The room is quiet in that early kind of way where the day hasn’t fully started yet. No movement outside the door. No voices. No rushing. Just stillness.I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.Today.The word feels simple. It should feel heavier. Bigger. Like something I need to prepare for.It doesn’t.It just settles.I sit up slowly, letting my feet touch the floor. The air feels cool against my skin. Grounding. Real.For a second, I don’t move.I just sit there and let myself feel it.Not excitement. Not nerves.Something steadier.The dress is exactly where it was left last night.I walk over to it, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric. It feels softer than I expected. Less intimidating.This is not my first wedding.That thought comes, and for a brief moment, I pause.Not in discomfort. Not in regret.Just acknowledgment.The first time was
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Chapter: Chapter 139The first thing my mother does when she sees my hand is grab it.Not gently. Not carefully. She just takes it like she has every right to, like she has been waiting for this moment and is done pretending she hasn’t.“Let me see.”I laugh, but it comes out softer than I expect.She turns my hand toward the light, angling it slightly, her thumb brushing over my fingers as she studies the ring like she is trying to understand something beyond what it looks like.“It’s beautiful,” she says.“It is.”I’m not even looking at the ring anymore. I’m looking at her.Her face. The way her expression shifts slowly. Pride first. Then something quieter. Something that looks a lot like relief.“You look different,” she says.I tilt my head slightly. “Different how?”“Happier,” she replies.She says it like she is still testing it. Like she wants to believe it fully but is giving herself a second to be sure.I don’t rush to answer.I just nod.Because I am.Not in a loud, overwhelming way. Not in a w
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Chapter: Chapter 138Mara’s voice is still in my head the next day.Not loud. Just… there.Are we getting an actual wedding this time?She said it like a joke. Like something to laugh about over drinks and forget on the drive home. But it stayed. Followed me into sleep. Sat with me while I opened the café in the morning. Slipped into quiet moments when I wasn’t doing anything important.An actual wedding.I don’t know why that feels different now.Maybe because this time, it wouldn’t be about fixing anything. Not proving a point. Not surviving something.Just choosing.My phone lights up while I’m wiping down the counter.Ethan.I don’t open it immediately.I finish what I’m doing. Rinse my hands. Dry them. Then I pick up the phone.Ethan: Are you free?I stare at it for a second longer than necessary.Me: Depends.The reply comes quickly.Ethan: On what?I lean against the counter.Me: Where you’re taking me.There’s a pause. Not long. Just enough for me to picture him reading it.Ethan: You’ll like it.
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Chapter: Chapter 137The house won’t leave my head.Not in a dramatic way. It’s not consuming me or anything like that. It just keeps showing up in small flashes. The kitchen mostly. The light in that space. The way it didn’t feel like a display, like something waiting to be admired and left alone. It felt… usable.Which is a strange thing to fixate on.But I do.“Okay, I’m about to drag it out of you.”Mara drops into the chair across from me like she’s been rehearsing this moment all day.I blink, coming back properly.“Drag what out of me?”She leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes sharp.“What happened.”“Nothing happened.”She stares at me.Long enough that I feel like I should add something.“We saw the house,” I say.“And?”“It’s nice.”She freezes.Actually freezes.Then slowly leans back like she needs space from me.“Nice.”I nod.“Yes.”⸻lMara presses her lips together like she’s trying not to say something offensive.“You disappeared for hours. Came back looking like you’ve just… I don’t e
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Chapter: Chapter 136It starts with my phone refusing to be quiet.Not one notification. Not two. It keeps going like something is trying to get my attention and won’t take no for an answer.I’m at the counter, pretending to focus on something small and unnecessary, wiping a spot that doesn’t exist anymore. My hands are busy, which usually helps. Keeps my thoughts from wandering too far.The phone buzzes again.Then again.I ignore it.Mara doesn’t.“You’re not going to check that?”“I will.”“You’ve said that three times.”“I mean it this time.”She doesn’t respond, which usually means she’s watching me instead.The phone buzzes again.I exhale, drop the cloth, and reach for it.The screen lights up with stacked notifications. Too many for something normal. Too many for something small.I open one.A headline.I don’t react immediately. I just read it.Then I read it again, slower this time.“Ethan Cole Expands to Miami, Establishing Independent Venture Beyond Family Holdings.”I blink.Scroll.Another h
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What We Pretended To Be
Maria Walker has spent her entire life under the weight of expectations in a world where reputation trumps happiness. As the daughter of the respected Walker family, every choice—including her relationship with kind, loyal Noah Bennett—is judged by high society, who see him as far beneath her standing.
Daniel Rothfield faces a different pressure. The powerful, emotionally guarded CEO of Rothfield Holdings has avoided relationships since a devastating breakup left him unwilling to risk love again. Yet his parents and business partners insist a man of his status needs to project stability—and a serious relationship is the perfect image.
When Maria and Daniel unexpectedly arrive together at a prestigious charity auction, a fleeting moment ignites rampant speculation. Within hours, social media explodes with rumors that the billionaire CEO and the Walker heiress are secretly dating.
Rather than deny it, Daniel proposes a solution: pretend the rumors are true.
A fake relationship solves both dilemmas. Maria’s parents would stop pressuring her about Noah, while Daniel’s family and associates would see him finally settling down. It’s meant to be simple, temporary, and strictly controlled.
Rules are set:
No real feelings.
No crossing boundaries.
No forgetting it’s just an act.
But pretending to be in love proves far more complicated than planned.
As they appear together at events, family gatherings, and public functions, undeniable chemistry emerges—shifting from performance to something dangerously authentic.
Meanwhile, Noah grapples with quiet jealousy fueled by headlines and photos, Daniel’s past resurfaces to threaten the facade, and their carefully built lie begins to crumble.
In a society that measures love by status and appearances, Maria and Daniel face an undeniable truth: the relationship they pretended to have may be the most real thing either of them has ever felt.
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Chapter: Chapter 86Maria: Three days after the engagement, I learned two things very quickly. The first was that people became deeply invested in your personal life the second a ring appeared on your finger. The second was that half of them would absolutely use a sick pet as an excuse to ask invasive questions with a straight face. By Wednesday the clinic had become unbearable. A woman brought in a perfectly healthy golden retriever, let me examine him for ten full minutes, then asked if Daniel Rothfield was as attractive in person as he looked in photographs. A man with a cat who very clearly just needed less food spent more time congratulating me than listening to anything I said about his pet’s diet. One woman came in, looked at my hand before she looked at my face, and asked if the wedding would be before summer. By noon I had handed my schedule to Ada and given up entirely. She took the file from me, scanned the afternoon bookings, and looked at me over the top of it. “Congratulations. You’re of
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Chapter: Chapter 85Maria: By the time Noah sent the location, I already knew agreeing had been a bad idea. That did not stop me from going. It was the park, which felt pointed in the way only familiar places can when you return to them under the wrong circumstances. The same one we used to end up in when neither of us wanted to go home yet, when everything between us was still easy enough to leave unnamed and still be understood. I got there early, which should have told me something. I was late to almost everything, not disastrously, just enough to be consistent and faintly annoying. Noah used to account for it without complaint. Lily called it a personality defect. My mother called it poor upbringing. I called it manageable. And yet there I was, sitting on a bench we had claimed through nothing but repetition, ten minutes before I needed to be, waiting for a man I had already said goodbye to. That was how I knew this was costing me more than I wanted to admit. The park hadn’t changed. Same path, s
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Chapter: Chapter 84Maria: By the time Noah sent the second text, Daniel was already watching me. Not obviously, that was never his style. He didn’t reach or lean or ask too quickly. He just noticed, and somehow that was always worse than anything more obvious would have been. My phone lit up again. Noah: Can we meet? I stared at the screen a second too long, and Daniel set his coffee down. “You’ve gone quiet.” I slipped the phone face down on the table. “Noah texted. He wants to meet.” That got his attention in the smallest possible way. Nothing dramatic, just stillness, the kind that always meant he was thinking too much and saying too little. He nodded once, like I had confirmed something inconvenient, then stood and reached for his coat. “Don’t.” “That wasn’t a suggestion.” “It was advice.” “You have a very strange way of giving it.” “And you have a very consistent habit of ignoring useful things.” He held my chair out for me anyway, calm as ever, and I stood slowly, already irritat
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Chapter: Chapter 83Maria: Noah’s name sits on my screen long enough to make everything else in the room feel briefly irrelevant. “You’re marrying Daniel Rothfield?” I read the message once, then again, slower this time, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something easier to answer if I give them enough time. They do not. Same sentence. Same disbelief. No accusation, which somehow feels worse. Morning light filters through the windows, catching on the new ring and throwing tiny lavender reflections across the table. Lily is still talking. Something about coffee. Something about not letting Daniel parade me around the city before I have had enough caffeine to survive it. I hear maybe half of it. The rich, bitter scent of her espresso drifts between us. I am still staring at Noah’s name. Because this, somehow, feels more consequential than the headlines. More than the photographs. More than the ring still sitting on my hand like evidence. The metal feels cool and foreign against my skin,
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Chapter: Chapter 82Maria: The first thing Lily sends me the next morning is a photograph of my own public embarrassment. Daniel is on one knee. I am staring down at him like I have forgotten every useful thought I have ever had. The ring is caught in the light. His hand is wrapped around mine. It looks intimate. It looks sincere. It looks, to my great personal irritation, like I believed him. The headline underneath it is worse. “DANIEL ROTHFIELD PROPOSES TO MARIA WALKEK AFTER YEARS OF PRIVATE HISTORY.” I read it once. Then again, slower. After years of private history. Not sudden engagement. Not society alliance. Not strategic merger in couture. History. I sit up straighter, phone in hand, and feel something cold and precise settle into place. Morning sunlight spills across my bed, warm on the sheets but doing nothing to ease the chill crawling up my arms. That was what he sold them. Not an engagement. Not a convenient arrangement. A history. Something soft enough to romanticize. Something o
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Chapter: Chapter 81Maria: By the time my mother told me to change because dinner apparently required “more effort than that,” I should have known something was off. Not wrong exactly. Just off in that specific way rich families perfected. Too much calm. Too much coordination. Too many people acting normal while very obviously hiding something. I was halfway down the stairs when she stopped me, looked me over once, and made a face. “No.” I paused. “No what?” “No to whatever this is.” She waved a hand at my dress like it had personally insulted her. “Go back upstairs and wear something better.” I stared at her. “We’re having dinner with the Rothfields, not attending my coronation.” “That is not the point.” “Then what is the point?” She smiled, which was immediately suspicious. “Just go upstairs, Maria.” That was the first warning. The second was Lily. She had texted me twenty minutes earlier telling me to wear something nice, keep my mouth shut, and for once in my life let things happen withou
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