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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy eight
~Fallon~ For weeks, we’d been living separate lives. We passed each other like strangers in this massive house — polite, distant, and pretending the kiss that changed everything never happened. He worked late. I buried myself in content creation. And the silence stretched so long, I almost started to believe this was how it was always going to be. There were moments — brief, fleeting — when the distance slipped. The brush of his hand when we reached for the same thing. The way his eyes would linger a second too long when he thought I wasn’t looking. The tension that built every time we were in the same room, thick and electric, even when we weren’t speaking. But neither of us crossed the line. And the space between us kept growing. Work kept me busy. Campaigns rolled in, brand deals lined up, and my schedule was packed with photo shoots, product launches, and back-to-back editing sessions. My days blurred into a steady rhythm of content and deadlines — and I was gratefu
Last Updated : 2025-04-06Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy nine
~Fallon~I knew this trip was going to be a disaster the second my mom sent the itinerary.Not because of the early morning hikes or the “bonding activities” she’d planned.But because of the guest list.My older brother, Oliver, was flying in from Singapore with his wife — Elise — a woman I’d spoken to maybe three times since their wedding five years ago. Elise had the warmth of a marble statue and the personality to match, and the last time we’d been in the same room, she’d spent the entire dinner correcting my mom’s French.My half-sister, Bianca, was coming too. Of course she was. And she was bringing her husband, because why not make things as awkward as possible?Neither of them had come to my wedding.But sure. Let’s play happy families on a weekend getaway.I paced the bedroom while Reid packed, the sound of the zipper sliding shut making my nerves spike.“You know they didn’t even call?” I said, arms crossed tight. “Not a single message when we got married. But suddenly, they
Last Updated : 2025-04-06Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty
~Fallon~I knew the dinner was doomed before the first course even hit the table.The air was thick — too many forced smiles, too much wine poured too fast. My mom was already on edge, flitting around the dining room like her life depended on keeping everything light. The crystal gleamed, the candles flickered, and the estate’s chef served courses that looked like art.But none of it mattered.Not with the people seated around the table.Bianca, with her too-sweet smile and sharper tongue. Oliver, already half-checked out and scrolling through his phone. Elise, his perfectly poised wife, watching everything with cold calculation.And my father.He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence enough to make my throat tight.He didn’t have to say much. He rarely did when the family gathered.But when he did speak?Everyone listened.“So, Fallon,” Bianca began, her voice light and casual — which was exactly how I knew she was about to go for blood. “You’ve been busy, h
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty one
~Fallon~I should’ve seen this coming.The second my mom handed out the room keys with that too-bright smile, I knew something was up. And when she passed me one key — just one — I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach.“Wait,” I said slowly, holding the single key between my fingers. “One?”“Oh, don’t be silly, Fallon.” My mom waved a hand like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re married. You don’t need separate rooms.”I blinked. My brain short-circuited. I looked down at the key like it had personally betrayed me.When I finally managed to find my voice, it was strained. “Mom —”But before I could get another word out, Reid swooped in like the traitor he was.“Of course,” he said smoothly, sliding the key out of my hand with that practiced charm that fooled everyone but me. “Thank you, Vivian.”My mother beamed.I plotted his murder.The room was beautiful.Of course it was. My mom didn’t do modest. The suite was huge — high ceilings, a private balcony overlookin
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty two
~Fallon~I should’ve known breakfast would be a battlefield.The dining room was already buzzing when we walked in — my mom’s voice pitched too high, the clink of silverware against porcelain, the quiet hum of tension just beneath the surface.Oliver and Elise sat at one end of the table, their heads bent together in low conversation. Bianca scrolled on her phone, perfectly manicured fingers tapping the screen like she was already over this entire gathering.And my dad? He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence a gravity that pulled everyone’s moods down with it.Reid’s hand brushed the small of my back as we found our seats — a light, familiar touch that shouldn’t have made my pulse jump the way it did. But I was still trying to shake off the memory of waking up wrapped in him — his warmth, his scent, the slow, steady weight of his arm around my waist.The space between us felt smaller than it had in a long time. And I didn’t know what to do with that.“Well,
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty three
~Fallon~The study smelled like leather and scotch.It was a room built for power — dark wood, sleek lines, shelves lined with books that no one had touched in years. My father’s domain. His throne.The door clicked shut behind me, and just like that, the air grew heavier.He moved to his desk, slow and deliberate, every step calculated. The glass of scotch he lifted met the light with a quiet clink, and the sound of his silence was louder than any raised voice could’ve been.“Sit,” he said finally.I stayed standing.“I hope you’re taking this seriously, Fallon.”My pulse kicked up, but I kept my face carefully neutral. I knew better than to show weakness in this room.“This?” I asked, arms crossed tight. “What exactly are we talking about?”His eyes lifted to mine — cool and unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Your marriage.”Of course.I forced a steady breath. “I think I’ve done a pretty convincing job so far.”“Convincing,” he repeated slowly. “Isn’t good enough.”He set his gl
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty four
~Fallon~I didn’t go back inside right away.The sun was warm on my skin, but I still felt cold — the kind of cold that starts in your chest and spreads, making every breath feel heavy.My father’s words echoed in my head, relentless and sharp.Keep him happy. Or this entire family pays the price.The sheer unfairness of it made my stomach churn. I’d given them everything. I’d married a man I barely knew for this family’s sake, played the role they needed me to play. And still — still — it wasn’t enough.I wanted to scream.But Prescott women didn’t scream.We smiled through the bitterness. We kept our voices soft and steady. We held our heads high, no matter how heavy the crown got.So I stood there until my breathing slowed and my face didn’t betray a thing.And when I finally walked back into the house, I wore my mask so well even I almost believed it.⸻But Reid saw through it anyway. He noticed.Of course he did.Reid Callahan was far too sharp not to pick up on the shift — the
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty five
~Fallon~The room went silent.Bianca’s eyes went wide, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn’t quite believe what she’d just heard.And honestly? Neither could I.Reid stood in the doorway, his face calm and unreadable — but there was a sharpness in his voice I’d never heard before. A quiet, controlled anger that sent a shiver down my spine.“Is there a problem?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Bianca.She recovered fast. “We were just talking.”“Funny,” Reid said, his tone ice. “It didn’t sound like that from where I was standing.”I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.I hated this — the attention, the confrontation, the fact that my husband had to step in because I couldn’t seem to fight my own battles.But at the same time, I couldn’t look away from him.Reid wasn’t just defending me. He was staking a claim.And it left me breathless.Bianca’s smile turned brittle. “You’re awfully protective, Reid. But I’m sure Fallon doesn’t need you fighting her battles.”“You’re rig
Last Updated : 2025-04-09
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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
