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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and ten
~Fallon~It was already midday. I should have never checked my phone after reading the article that morning.That was my first mistake.The second was thinking I could control this.The screen glowed too bright in the darkness of my room, the notifications coming in so fast they blurred together—messages, alerts, missed calls, emails.My name was everywhere.I felt it before I saw it. That sinking, stomach-dropping sensation of something horribly wrong.I took a breath, steadied my hands, and started scrolling.News articles. Blog posts. Speculation threads.All dissecting my marriage.All questioning if Reid and I were real.At first, it was vague—whispers, theories. A few anonymous sources claiming something was off.But then I saw it.The leak.A direct quote from someone claiming to know the truth.“It’s a contract marriage. A business move. It was never about love.”My stomach flipped.My ears rang.I scrolled faster, my vision blurring as the internet did what it did best—picked
Last Updated : 2025-04-25Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and eleven
~Reid~The moment the news broke, I knew exactly what needed to be done.Control the narrative.Protect Fallon.Find the leak.And make whoever was responsible regret ever breathing.I sat at my desk, phone to my ear, while my laptop screen was flooded with headlines.Reid & Fallon Callahan: Is Their Marriage a Lie?Anonymous Source Alleges Callahan Marriage is a Business ArrangementFairytale or Facade? Inside the Callahans’ ‘Strategic’ UnionMy grip on the phone tightened.“This should never have made it to the press.” My voice was cold.“It wasn’t from anyone in our camp,” my PR rep rushed to say. “The leak came from an outside source. We’re trying to track it down.”I didn’t like trying. I liked results.“I want a name.” My tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. “Now.”There was a pause. “We’re working on it, sir.”Not fast enough.I ended the call without another word.This was exactly why I didn’t trust people. Why I kept my circle tight, my life private. And now, some id
Last Updated : 2025-04-26Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twelve
~Fallon~The silence was the worst part.Not the headlines.Not the messages piling up in my inbox.Not even the notifications I wasn’t supposed to be checking because Reid had taken my phone.It was the silence.Because it left too much room for everything else.Too much room for the voices in my head to repeat every vicious comment, every speculative article, every cruel assumption the world was making about my marriage.Too much room for the doubt to creep in.Maybe they were right.Maybe I was a fraud.Maybe this whole thing was collapsing faster than I could hold it together.I curled tighter into myself, my knees pulled to my chest as I sat in the corner of the massive walk-in closet.The only space in this house that felt small enough to keep the world out.Reid had locked down everything—issued statements, pulled strings, used his power and influence to get the worst of it buried.But the damage was done.The rumors were out.And no amount of PR magic could make them disappear
Last Updated : 2025-04-26Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and thirteen
~Fallon~I should’ve been used to this by now.The cameras. The bright lights. The carefully rehearsed smiles.But as I sat next to Reid on the sleek leather couch of the private studio, my hands clasped too tightly in my lap, I felt like I was balancing on the edge of a knife.The questions would come soon.The speculation.The quiet insinuations that our marriage was a lie.And we had to make them believe otherwise.I exhaled slowly, smoothing the fabric of my dress as the host, a polished woman with a too-bright smile, adjusted her microphone and turned toward us.“Reid. Fallon. Thank you both for being here.”Reid shifted beside me, his posture effortlessly relaxed—like he wasn’t sitting in the middle of a PR crisis, about to convince the world that our marriage wasn’t built on secrets and lies.“Of course,” he said smoothly, his voice calm. “We’re happy to be here.”Happy.Right.The host smiled, but her eyes were sharp, calculating. She wasn’t here to make this easy.“There’s be
Last Updated : 2025-04-27Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and fourteen
~Fallon~A kiss.Right here. Right now.The host’s challenge hung in the air, thick and expectant, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake.I felt Reid’s eyes on me—steady, unreadable. Waiting.The studio had gone silent. Not the usual, buzzing anticipation of an interview, but something sharper. Heavier.The kind of silence that pulls at the edges of a moment, stretching it thin, stretching it tight—Stretching it to the point of breaking.I knew what I was supposed to do.Laugh it off. Play coy. Brush past it like it was nothing.Because it was nothing.Wasn’t it?I forced my lips into something resembling a smile. “Oh?” I tilted my head, feigning amusement. “And that would be enough? A single kiss to silence the speculation?”The host’s smirk didn’t falter. “It would certainly help.”I could feel the audience watching, waiting for the moment that would either confirm or destroy every rumor floating around.And I still didn’t dare look at Reid.Because if I did—If I met
Last Updated : 2025-04-27Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and fifteen
~Fallon~I needed to get out of there.The moment the cameras stopped rolling, I was up, heels clicking against the marble floors of the studio hallway, my body thrumming with restless energy. I didn’t know where I was going—just that I needed to move. Away from the lights. Away from the whispers. Away from him.But Reid wasn’t making it easy.“You’re walking too fast,” he said, his voice smooth and unbothered, footsteps falling in sync with mine. “What, afraid I’ll ask for a real kiss this time?”I spun so quickly he nearly collided with me. “Don’t flatter yourself.”He smirked, the same insufferable expression I had seen a thousand times before. “You sure? Because from where I was sitting, you looked pretty into it.”My face heated. “We sold the story. That’s what matters.”He studied me, too closely, too carefully. “You always do that.”“Do what?”His gaze flicked downward, lingering just long enough for me to realize what he meant.Biting my lip.I forced myself to stop, pressing
Last Updated : 2025-04-28Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and sixteen
~Fallon~I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.The cozy atmosphere, the warm lighting, the way Reid and I had effortlessly slipped into this routine. It was too easy. Too familiar.Too dangerous.Because I knew what would happen if I let myself forget—even for a second—that this was still a game.This was our second interview this week. Another glossy, exclusive sit-down designed to steer the public narrative in our favor. Another carefully controlled conversation meant to prove that our marriage wasn’t built on smoke and mirrors.And yet, as I sat next to Reid on the plush couch of this sleek, modern studio, the bright lights illuminating us in a soft, flattering glow, I realized something unsettling.I wasn’t sure where the performance ended and where reality began.The host, a sharp-eyed woman in a perfectly tailored blazer, leaned forward, smiling like she was in on some inside joke we weren’t yet aware of.“You two have known each other for so long,” she mused. “Long before the
Last Updated : 2025-04-28Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventeen
~Fallon~I should’ve known this would happen.The moment the interview aired, the internet exploded.And I mean exploded.The clip of Reid saying “Sometimes” in response to missing the past was spreading like wildfire, impossible to avoid. It was everywhere—spliced into fan edits, dissected in think pieces, slowed down, zoomed in, paired with heart-wrenching music and captions that made it impossible to ignore.At first, I told myself I wouldn’t look.Then, five minutes later, I was doom scrolling through the wreckage like an addict in withdrawal.Every single post was a fresh disaster.— @fallonandreidupdates: “THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER. THIS MAN IS IN LOVE, AND SHE HAS NO IDEA. Okay many she does. She’s his wife. Lol.”— @popculturetea: “Reid Callahan saying ‘sometimes’ when asked if he misses their past is the most devastatingly romantic thing I’ve ever witnessed.”— @obsessedwithfallon: “No, but the way Fallon looked like she forgot how to breathe when he said it??? Someone check on
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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty four
~Reid~The suitcase sat half-packed on the bed, but my attention wasn’t on it.It was on Fallon.She stood in the doorway of my room, arms crossed, her silk robe loosely tied around her waist, hair still damp from her shower. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue over her skin, and for a moment, it felt too easy to remember the way she’d looked at me that night in the car.The way she’d kissed me.Or maybe I kissed her.It didn’t matter.What mattered was that we hadn’t talked about it since.And judging by the way she was watching me now, we weren’t going to be able to keep avoiding it.She exhaled, stepping inside. Slow, deliberate. The kind of movement that made me think she was choosing her words carefully before she even spoke.“So,” she said, her voice casual. Too casual. “Where this time?”“London.” I folded a dress shirt and placed it neatly in my suitcase. “Just a couple of days.”She hummed, watching me pack. “You’ve been traveling a lot lately.”I glanced at h
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty three
~Reid~Fallon was magnetic tonight.It wasn’t just the way she looked—the deep emerald dress that hugged her in all the right places, the delicate earrings that caught the light whenever she turned her head. It was the way she moved. Effortless. Confident. Like she was born for this world of flashing cameras and murmured intrigue.And maybe she was.I’d seen her in action before, but tonight, something was different.Maybe it was the way she handled the whispers, the way she laughed at the right moments and sidestepped invasive questions with a smile sharp enough to draw blood. Maybe it was the way she threw out a perfectly timed remark that left people either admiring her or wondering if she had just insulted them.Or maybe it was the fact that, for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t just watching her play the role—I was part of it.She stood beside me, poised but relaxed, one hand wrapped lightly around the stem of a champagne flute. She wasn’t drinking it. Just holding it, an
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty two
~Fallon~The moment we stepped into the event, all eyes turned to us.Flashing cameras. Murmurs that rippled through the room like a wave. The weight of a hundred socialites’ gazes assessing, whispering, speculating.I was used to this. The attention. The scrutiny. The carefully curated perfection that was expected at these high-profile events. But tonight, something felt different.Maybe it was because Reid was here with me.His presence altered the balance. He wasn’t just another attendee—he was a force. Tall, sharp, effortlessly commanding in a tailored black suit that looked like it had been crafted just for him. The air shifted around him. People either tried to impress him or feared getting in his way.And yet, despite his usual unshakable demeanor, I could tell he wasn’t entirely comfortable.“You hate these things,” I murmured as we glided through the crowd.Reid’s jaw ticked, but his hand on my lower back didn’t falter. “I tolerate them.”I smirked. “Liar. You despise them.”
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty one
~Fallon~I knew the moment I opened my eyes that today was going to be a whirlwind.Mornings in my world were never slow. There was always something to plan, something to post, someone to respond to. The moment I reached for my phone, notifications flooded my screen—emails from my management team, campaign updates, and an invite to yet another exclusive event that I wasn’t sure I wanted to attend.I exhaled, already feeling the rush of the day creeping in, but this was the life I had built, and I loved it.Still, it was a lot. More than it used to be.A year ago, I could handle everything myself. The emails, the collaborations, the content planning—I thrived on it. But ever since my following had exploded, so had the demands. My campaigns were bigger, my schedule tighter, my inbox never-ending.Which was exactly why I now had Maya.Her hiring hadn’t been my idea.It had been Reid’s.“You can’t do everything yourself anymore,” he had said, watching me juggle three phone calls while rev
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty
~Fallon~I wasn’t sure when I first noticed it. Maybe it was the sharp edge to Reid’s voice when his assistant mentioned Pierce Industries. Or the way his jaw tightened, the muscle there ticking, when his father casually brought up Alexander at the last family dinner.Or maybe it was how, right now, as we sat across from each other in his office, he had barely looked up from his laptop in the last thirty minutes.Something was wrong.Reid wasn’t the type to let emotions cloud his judgment—at least, not in business. He was too methodical for that. But whatever had happened between him and Alexander Pierce, it wasn’t just business.And it was getting under his skin.I closed the folder I had been pretending to read and leaned back in my chair, watching him. His office was sleek, all dark wood and glass, every detail curated for power and precision. Reid himself was no different—clad in a crisp white shirt, sleeves pushed up just enough to hint at ease, though the tightness in his should
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and nineteen
ReidThe office buzzed with its usual efficiency—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, the steady murmur of negotiations happening behind closed doors. I thrived in this chaos. Controlled, predictable, productive. It was a far cry from the staged interviews and socialite dinners that had dominated my life lately.Here, I was in control.Or at least, I had been.Until the moment Ethan, my CFO, stepped into my office with a carefully neutral expression that immediately set me on edge.“We have a situation,” he said, shutting the door behind him.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Go on.”Ethan slid a folder across my desk. “Pierce Holdings just made a bid for the Kingston project.”My fingers tightened around the folder before I even opened it.Kingston was supposed to be ours. It was one of the most sought-after commercial real estate developments of the year, and I’d spent months laying the groundwork to secure it. My team had vetted every risk, anticipated every counteroffer.
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and eighteen
~Fallon~The Callahans knew how to throw a dinner party.The ballroom of the Callahan estate had been transformed into a vision of understated opulence—soft golden lighting, towering floral arrangements, crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of finely dressed guests. It was the kind of gathering where wealth wasn’t flaunted but effortlessly woven into every detail.I was used to these events. I had attended them my entire life.But this time, I was attending after a scandal that almost blew our cover as a couple. And the weight of that title settled heavily on my shoulders.Reid and I entered together, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back—a practiced gesture, perfectly executed for the benefit of the watchful eyes dissecting our every move. He looked as effortlessly put together as ever, clad in a tailored black suit, his sharp features unreadable. I, in contrast, had spent too much time choosing the perfect dress—something elegant but not too soft, somethi
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seventeen
~Fallon~I should’ve known this would happen.The moment the interview aired, the internet exploded.And I mean exploded.The clip of Reid saying “Sometimes” in response to missing the past was spreading like wildfire, impossible to avoid. It was everywhere—spliced into fan edits, dissected in think pieces, slowed down, zoomed in, paired with heart-wrenching music and captions that made it impossible to ignore.At first, I told myself I wouldn’t look.Then, five minutes later, I was doom scrolling through the wreckage like an addict in withdrawal.Every single post was a fresh disaster.— @fallonandreidupdates: “THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER. THIS MAN IS IN LOVE, AND SHE HAS NO IDEA. Okay many she does. She’s his wife. Lol.”— @popculturetea: “Reid Callahan saying ‘sometimes’ when asked if he misses their past is the most devastatingly romantic thing I’ve ever witnessed.”— @obsessedwithfallon: “No, but the way Fallon looked like she forgot how to breathe when he said it??? Someone check on
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and sixteen
~Fallon~I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.The cozy atmosphere, the warm lighting, the way Reid and I had effortlessly slipped into this routine. It was too easy. Too familiar.Too dangerous.Because I knew what would happen if I let myself forget—even for a second—that this was still a game.This was our second interview this week. Another glossy, exclusive sit-down designed to steer the public narrative in our favor. Another carefully controlled conversation meant to prove that our marriage wasn’t built on smoke and mirrors.And yet, as I sat next to Reid on the plush couch of this sleek, modern studio, the bright lights illuminating us in a soft, flattering glow, I realized something unsettling.I wasn’t sure where the performance ended and where reality began.The host, a sharp-eyed woman in a perfectly tailored blazer, leaned forward, smiling like she was in on some inside joke we weren’t yet aware of.“You two have known each other for so long,” she mused. “Long before the
