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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eight
~Fallon~ My phone buzzed incessantly, vibrating against the marble countertop. I sighed, setting down the cup of coffee I hadn’t touched and glancing at the screen. Reid Calling. I had no idea why he was calling again, especially after the whole car situation. He’d already sent a mechanic without my consent, fixed my car, and filled my gas tank—whether I wanted his help or not. The least he could do was let it go. Reluctantly, I answered. “Hello, Fallon,” he greeted smoothly, as if he hadn’t pulled a power move that morning. “Hi, Reid,” I replied, my voice neutral. “I assume Theo returned your car in perfect condition?” “Yes. Thanks for that, but I didn’t need—” “You’re welcome,” he cut me off, clearly uninterested in hearing my refusal of his assistance. My jaw clenched. This man was impossible. “Anything else?” I asked curtly. “Actually, yes. There’s a dinner at my parents’ place this weekend. Our families want us to attend together.” I pinched the bridge of
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Nine
~Reid~The Callahan estate was buzzing with energy. The clink of champagne glasses, the hum of polite conversations, and the occasional bursts of laughter filled the grand hall. Every high-society socialite worth mentioning had shown up for tonight’s engagement party, eager to witness the spectacle of a “perfect” match between Fallon Prescott and me.Perfect. What a joke.I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored suit and scanned the room. My parents thrived in this environment, smiling and schmoozing with guests as if orchestrating this merger—because that’s what this marriage was—was the greatest achievement of their lives.Fallon stood across the room, talking to some socialite who seemed captivated by whatever nonsense she was saying. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, the slit up one side revealing just enough to stir a reaction. Her hair was pulled back in some elegant twist, exposing the graceful curve of her neck.She looked stunning.And completely out of place.T
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ten
~Fallon~I had seen internet trolls tear people apart before. I had witnessed viral scandals ruin reputations overnight. But nothing prepared me for being the target of it.It started as a few snarky comments under my engagement post—harmless at first, the kind of thing I could brush off.“Damn, she really secured the bag, huh?”“From influencer to billionaire’s wife. Must be nice.”“And here I thought she was all about hard work. Turns out Daddy’s money and a rich fiancé do the trick.”“Nepo baby pretending to be relatable online? That’s embarrassing.”I scrolled, my stomach twisting with every cruel remark.The worst part? They weren’t entirely wrong.I was from a wealthy family, even if my father had cut me off a year ago. I was engaged to a billionaire, even if it wasn’t out of love. And no matter how hard I worked to build my own name, people would always see me as the privileged girl who had everything handed to her.I forced my fingers to stop scrolling.Why was I even reading
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eleven
~Fallon~I had a bad feeling about this.When Reid said he’d “handle it,” I should have pressed for details. Should have demanded to know exactly what he planned to do. But instead, I let my exhaustion win and trusted that he—out of all people—wouldn’t make things worse.That was my first mistake.The next morning, I woke up to a storm.Not from the trolls this time, but from Reid himself.“Billionaire CEO Reid Callahan Defends Fiancée Fallon Prescott Against Gold Digger Accusations!”“Reid Callahan Claps Back at Critics: ‘Fallon Doesn’t Need My Money’”“Inside the Callahan-Prescott Engagement: Love or Business Deal?”My fingers trembled as I clicked on one of the articles, my heart sinking with every word.Reid had given a statement to the press.And not just any statement.He had claimed that I was an independent woman who had built her career from scratch, that I never once relied on my father’s wealth, that our love story was private but real.Real.The word made me feel sick.Thr
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Twelve
~Fallon~If I had known what today had in store for me, I would have faked an emergency and stayed home.Instead, I was sitting in the backseat of a chauffeur-driven car, on my way to meet Reid’s mother for an afternoon of shopping.I liked Mrs. Callahan. She was warm, elegant, and effortlessly charming—the kind of woman who made you feel at ease in her presence. Unlike my own mother, who was all about appearances and reputation, Mrs. Callahan actually seemed genuinely excited about this wedding.That was the problem.Because I was about to spend the next few hours pretending to be a blushing bride-to-be while knowing full well this wedding was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated business deal.The car pulled up in front of an upscale designer boutique, and the moment I stepped out, I spotted Mrs. Callahan waiting by the entrance, her eyes lighting up when she saw me.“Fallon, darling!” she beamed, pulling me into a hug. “You look stunning, as always.”“Mrs. Callahan,” I greete
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Thirteen
~Reid~The Callahan family estate had always been a symbol of power and legacy—a constant reminder of the expectations placed on me since birth.Walking into my father’s office, I was met with the familiar scent of expensive cigars and aged bourbon. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, not for reading but for display. A statement of wealth, influence, and control.My father sat behind his massive mahogany desk, sifting through paperwork, his expression unreadable.“Reid,” he greeted without looking up. “I assume you’re here to discuss the merger?”I lowered myself into the chair across from him, my fingers tapping against the armrest. “The engagement announcement did its job. The media’s eating it up, and Prescott Enterprises’ stock has stabilized for now.”He nodded, finally setting down his papers to look at me. His sharp, calculating gaze was the same as it had always been—measuring, assessing.“Good. Then we move forward with finalizing the contracts.”I exhaled
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fourteen
~Fallon~I scrolled through my comment section, my fingers tightening around my phone with each new message.“Omg, show us the ring again!”“How’s wedding planning going?!”“What’s the theme of the wedding?”“Can we get a fiancé reveal???”“Girl, you really bagged a billionaire. Goals!”I groaned, tossing my phone onto the couch before dragging my hands down my face.This was getting ridiculous.Ever since the engagement announcement, my entire brand had shifted without my permission. I used to post lifestyle content, beauty tutorials, and vlogs about everyday things. But now? My followers only wanted wedding updates. They didn’t care about my latest skincare routine or the hard work I put into my content.They only cared about him.And the wedding.And the fairytale fantasy they’d created in their minds.I was supposed to be running my own platform, building my brand, controlling my own narrative. But suddenly, I wasn’t Fallon Prescott, content creator and entrepreneur—I was Reid Cal
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifteen
~Fallon~The dining room table was drowning in wedding plans. Fabric swatches, floral arrangement samples, and endless seating charts covered every inch of the polished wood surface.And Reid?Nowhere to be found.I stared at the chaos before me, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. For weeks, I had been the one juggling meetings with the planner, answering endless emails, and making every single decision about this wedding.Our wedding.Except Reid had barely lifted a finger.The sound of the front door clicking shut broke my train of thought.“Finally,” I muttered under my breath.Reid’s heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, and moments later, he appeared, looking entirely too composed for a man walking into a battlefield. He loosened his tie and glanced at the table, his brows lifting slightly.“Busy day?” he asked casually.I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. “You think?”He ignored my tone and strolled over, picking up a seating chart. “Who’s this… Lillian St.
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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
Fallon’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
Fallon’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
Fallon’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
Fallon’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
