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One hundred and ninety two

Author: Ese Gwede
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~Fallon~

The morning light crept in through sheer curtains I hadn’t bothered to close.

I hadn’t meant to sleep in the guest room again. I kept telling myself it was temporary—just a buffer space while I figured things out. But the bed in the master was too big, too cold. Too full of memory.

And I hadn’t meant to stay up until 3 a.m. either, staring at the same ceiling, replaying every second of the family meeting like I could rewrite it in my head. Rewrite the moment Reid saw me. The moment I saw him.

The moment he didn’t say a word.

I rolled out of bed slowly, tugging my robe tighter around me as I padded toward the kitchen. The floors chilled my bare feet. Everything in the house felt just a little too still, like it was waiting for me to claim it—but I hadn’t. Notyet.

No staff here. No fixed schedule. No eggs poached to perfection or a pressed green juice waiting at the counter.

Just space.

Solitude.

I clicked on the kettle, the quiet hum filling the room like a second heartbeat. A
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  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and ninety five

    ~Reid~She was gone.No note. No warning. No trace.Fallon had just… vanished.And I had no one to blame but myself.I had gone to the other house several times and there was no trace.Her phone went straight to voicemail. Her assistants hadn’t heard from her. Her best friend Mia was tight-lipped, and even my own mother — who’d called me yesterday to “check in” with that tone that meant she already knew everything — refused to tell me where Fallon had gone.“She needs space,” Evelyn had said quietly. “You gave it to her, didn’t you?”No. I didn’t give her space.I gave her silence. I gave her fear. I gave her every reason to believe I wasn’t going to fight for her — and now she was halfway across the world, hiding from the fallout I helped create.And I still couldn’t make myself go to her.Coward.That word lived in my throat now, carved into the underside of every breath.⸻The house was too quiet.I didn’t realize how much sound she used to bring — even in silence. A door opening u

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and ninety four

    ~Fallon~I didn’t pack much.Just a suitcase and a duffel, tossed together with zero coordination — swimsuits tangled with sweaters, books I probably wouldn’t read, chargers I’d inevitably forget to use. I didn’t even check the weather.I just needed to get out.Of the mansion. Of the headlines. Of the noise in my own head.The city felt too small lately. Like every streetlight and billboard and paparazzi lens was watching me — waiting for me to crack. Waiting for me to fall apart in public like some tragic ex-wife, even though the contract technically said I wasn’t even that.I didn’t bother telling Mia. She’d try to stop me, or worse — try to come with me. I couldn’t explain why I needed to be alone, not when I barely understood it myself.All I knew was that if I stayed, I’d start performing again.Smiling when I didn’t want to. Posting when I had nothing to say. Turning pain into something palatable. Safe. Sellable.And I was tired of being palatable.So I booked a flight. First-c

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and ninety three

    ~Reid~I hadn’t touched a drink in three days.That might not sound like much, but lately, three days was a milestone. My body still hummed with the remnants of alcohol, my sleep was fractured, and my thoughts—always haunted, always circling Fallon—were starting to feel like a permanent echo chamber.I’d replayed the interview a hundred times in my head.The ringless hand. The calm voice. The finality in her tone when she said she wanted to protect her peace.She hadn’t said my name once.But I knew who she was protecting her peace from.Me.I’d driven to her place twice. Just sat in the car like a goddamn coward. I told myself I didn’t want to cause a scene. That I respected her space. That I was trying to figure things out before I knocked on her door and asked her to let me back in.But the truth was—I was scared.Scared of seeing the same cold resolve on her face that I’d heard in her voice. Scared she’d already started erasing me from her life. Scared that the version of us we’d

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and ninety two

    ~Fallon~The morning light crept in through sheer curtains I hadn’t bothered to close.I hadn’t meant to sleep in the guest room again. I kept telling myself it was temporary—just a buffer space while I figured things out. But the bed in the master was too big, too cold. Too full of memory.And I hadn’t meant to stay up until 3 a.m. either, staring at the same ceiling, replaying every second of the family meeting like I could rewrite it in my head. Rewrite the moment Reid saw me. The moment I saw him.The moment he didn’t say a word.I rolled out of bed slowly, tugging my robe tighter around me as I padded toward the kitchen. The floors chilled my bare feet. Everything in the house felt just a little too still, like it was waiting for me to claim it—but I hadn’t. Notyet.No staff here. No fixed schedule. No eggs poached to perfection or a pressed green juice waiting at the counter.Just space.Solitude.I clicked on the kettle, the quiet hum filling the room like a second heartbeat. A

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and ninety one

    ~Fallon~I didn’t breathe until the doors shut behind me.Even then, the air felt too thin. Too sharp in my chest. I moved like the ground might collapse under me if I hesitated.My heels echoed against the marble floors as I walked down the corridor of my parents’ estate, faster than I needed to. Like if I slowed down for even a second, the weight of seeing him again would catch up and crush me.Reid.He looked the same.But not really.His suit was tailored—of course it was. His jaw clean-shaven, his cuff links gleaming beneath the perfectly pressed sleeves. But it was the rest of him—the part no one else would’ve noticed—that hit me like a punch to the ribs.His shoulders were slumped. His eyes darker. And when they met mine across that cavernous room, there was something in them I hadn’t seen in weeks.Hunger. Regret. Wreckage.The kind of quiet ruin only I would recognize.Because I’d built it with him.And now I was watching him live inside the ashes of it.⸻I didn’t stop walki

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and ninety

    ~Fallon~The grand dining room of the Callahan estate felt like a battleground.The room was set with crisp white tablecloths, the polished wood of the chairs gleaming in the dim lighting. A few staff members lingered at the edges, observing, as if unsure whether they should interfere with what was to come. There was something suffocating in the air, thick with history, secrets, and the kind of tension that could split even the strongest bonds.I couldn’t believe I was back here. After everything that had happened, after the interviews, the betrayal, and the silence, here I was.Back at the Callahan estate.The sight of his father upturned my stomach, I hated my father inlaw more than anything now. The pitiful and apologetic look in the eyes of Evelyn, Reid’s mother, did nothing to ease the hate boiling in the pit of my stomach. And across from me, seated at the head of the table as usual, was Reid. His jaw was tight, his fingers steepled in front of him, eyes scanning over the paper

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