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Grief
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2025-11-07 04:22:17
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Arranged To Be His Come rain, Come sun
“Not because you're trying to pay me to tell a lie,” those words still echo in Dante's ears.Heira had grown smarter and wary of him. He had to give her the credit. He hadn’t expected her to double down on him like that. The soft and kind woman he knew was gone. He had thought he could bribe his way into her soft heart, little did he expect it to take an unyielding turn.Even though he was convinced he could handle it all by himself. There's no doubt having Heira there, as his loving and dutiful partner would make things a lot easier. Especially now that his friend had decided not to show up after he dropped him on their way to the airport.He was supposed to find his way to the hotel but it's been two days and he still hasn’t shown up. Yet no calls, no texts. Dante took a heavy gulp of his wine, the bitter vintage matching his mood.He hoped for some sort of inspiration since he couldn’t get any in his clear mind. He’s swayed he can't proceed with the meeting bound to take place the
Arranged To Be His There's no need to play a part
As Heira laid out her oils and accessories, the question she had been pushing managed to once again drift to her subconsciousness: Why am I even here? She hadn't asked for this trip to Milan, and Dante certainly hadn’t explained it. He had simply commanded it, on the pretense of keeping her close.Heira suspected it was more than that. It wasn’t just a move to protect his ego, nor was it a simple act of possessiveness.Dante was, above all things, a man of absolute authority. He was a master of control who could get whatever he wanted with a click of two fingers. If he truly wanted her in check, he had a dozen more efficient ways to go on about it.A literal house arrest could have been one, guarded by the quiet men of his security team that hardly smiled.As she reached for a gold capped bottle of cleansing balm, she caught a reflection of Dante in the mirror. His face turned to her. His gaze, heavy, charged with a familiar, magnetic current.She turned around, expecting him to look
Arranged To Be His A GranCabrio
It’s early morning, and Heira couldn’t keep her eyes off the man lying next to her. The feelings she felt are the same as the ones she had when she was newly married to him.Growing up, Heira had held on to the stubborn, perhaps naive, belief that marriage should be a bed of roses. It was a dream she had cultivated to debunk the reality of her parents’. She had watched them for years, witnessed the fights and arguments, the traits of a union that was more about endurance than affection. She watched them hold on to the bond until the thread snapped.To escape that, she had turned to silver-screen romances that painted love as the ultimate masterpiece—a beautiful, effortless synchronicity. She had watched those stories and said to herself, ‘mine will be different’.But reality had been a harsh teacher. Their beginning was anything but a fairytale. And now, after what feels like a decade, she felt like her marriage was finally getting there.Her head rested on the pillows, her eyes traci
Arranged To Be His I See You
Dante stared at the glowing screen, the text from Sylvia reflecting in his retina.“Fuck,” he hissed. The word, low and audible only to himself, fighting back a scream.What he left unattended later caught on. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He had changed the travel plans at the very last second, but forgetting to inform Sylvia hadn't been an accident. It had been a choice. A subconscious attempt to buy himself a few hours of peace from the chaos the woman whose text keeps buzzing his phone brings.His phone vibrated against his palm.Sylvia: “Are you seriously ignoring my text? I’m at the private terminal. The attendant says your flight cleared an hour ago. Dante, where are you?”He typed back, his thumbs striking the keypad forcefully. “Sorry, babe. Something came up, and I had to change plans.” He hoped the lie would buy him silence, but it didn't.The phone lets out a rhythm that echoes against the silent walls of the suite. It was a call from Sylvia, and Dante didn’t pic
Arranged To Be His A Sharp-witted Woman
Dante set his coat on the valet stand. His hands ran through his hair as he walked towards the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. The cool air brushed against his skin from a height that made everything below feel distant and unreal.The view from the hotel room was serene as the city of Porta Nuova stretched out in rooftops and streets, with softlight blending into a living painting. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let out a long, heavy sigh.The business card he’d been trying to ignore rested in his palm.Andrea ValeEmotional Well-being ConsultantSlap. He flicked the card on the console table, skidding once before settling.That very card had been handed to him by a passenger seated right behind him on the flight, one which he took after so much persistence. Apparently, getting unnoticed by people was one he couldn’t avoid.“You could use my help in sorting out whatever that is,” she’d said from behind him.“Excuse me?” Dante tilted his head towards her, wanting to put a face t
Arranged To Be His A Pretty Chill Woman
What kind of man takes his wife on a trip with his side chick tagging along?Heira’s stomach turned as she stared out the window. Of course, it would be him. Of all men, Dante Moretti would be the one to turn humiliation into a traveling companion.Sylvia clearly hadn’t learned her lesson from that night. If anything, she had grown bolder, shameless. Fine. If Sylvia wanted to play games, Heira would stop pretending she didn’t know the rules. The calm, collected wife had limits, and this time, she promised herself, she would reveal to Sylvia the part of her that had stayed buried beneath politeness. The part that didn’t tolerate disrespect.The door of the Mercedes-Benz swung open, breaking her thoughts.Her breath paused when she got a view of the man who was sliding in. The last person she expected to see. The stranger from the club the night before. The one with deep-set dimples and eyes that stayed glued. The same one who kidnapped her. Well, not technically because she had woken u
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