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Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seven
~Fallon~The day had already been chaotic enough without Reid Callahan deciding to meddle in my life. My filming schedule was packed, and I had spent most of the morning reviewing brand partnership contracts. My car troubles were the least of my concerns until, of course, my mother had to go and spill that information to Reid.I should’ve known something was up when he called out of the blue.“Hello, Reid,” I said, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense he was about to spew.“Hey. Your mom mentioned that your car needs some work done.”I scowled, gripping the phone tightly. “Why would she tell you that?”“And why are you calling me about it?” I added sharply, my annoyance bubbling to the surface.“Let me have your address so I can send my mechanic to pick it up,” he said, completely ignoring my irritation.“No thanks,” I snapped, my pride refusing to let him swoop in and fix things.“That wasn’t a request,” he stated flatly before hanging up.I stared at the phone in disbelief,
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Fallon’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
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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One Hundred and twenty eight
~Fallon~I wasn’t thinking about it.Not really.I had laughed when I brought it up to Reid, brushing it off as just another absurd expectation from my parents. The idea of them pushing for grandkids when Reid and I hadn’t even so much as—I stopped myself before the thought could fully form.Ridiculous.It wasn’t worth thinking about.Except, hours later, curled up on the couch with my laptop open and a reality show playing in the background, I was still thinking about it.And not in the way I should have been.I closed my laptop, sighing as I leaned my head back against the cushions. My eyes traced the familiar details of the ceiling, the shadows shifting as the glow from the TV flickered across the room. I knew why this conversation had stuck with me more than it should have.Reid and I had been growing… closer.Not in the way newlyweds typically did, but in a way that unsettled me more than I liked to admit. We had been pushing boundaries, slipping into something dangerous.I coul
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty seven
~Reid~The call came in while I was going over reports in my hotel room. I hadn’t expected Fallon to reach out tonight—especially since we’d both been busy in our own worlds lately—but as soon as I saw her name flash across the screen, I answered.“You finally missed me,” I teased, leaning back against the headboard.Fallon scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just had the most ridiculous conversation with my parents, and I needed someone to roll my eyes at.”I smirked. “Lucky me.”She made a sound of agreement, then sighed. “They want grandkids.”That got my attention. I lowered the papers in my hand. “Grandkids?”“Mmhmm. My dad was going on about how it’s expected. My mom not-so-subtly reminded me that I’m not getting any younger.” Her voice was dry. “As if I’m ancient.”I huffed a laugh. “That’s ambitious of them.”“Right?” Fallon sighed. “I told them it was crazy. Like, how do they expect grandkids when we haven’t even had sex?”Silence.A beat too long.I should have responded imm
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty six
~Fallon~I should have known this was coming.The moment I stepped into my parents’ estate, greeted by the scent of freshly polished wood and the ever-present murmur of classical music playing from the speakers, I felt it in my bones.A setup.It wasn’t unusual for my mother to summon me for an impromptu lunch—an elegant spread prepared by the chef, white wine poured into delicate crystal glasses, the kind of gathering that was meant to feel casual but was anything but.And my father? He rarely joined these midday affairs, too busy running his empire. But today, he was here, seated at the head of the long dining table, his expression unreadable as he watched me and my mother with quiet intensity.Something was up.I just didn’t expect it to be this.“You and Reid have been married for some time now,” my mother said, her voice light, too light, as she delicately sliced into her poached salmon.I took a sip of wine, feigning disinterest. “So I’ve noticed.”Vivian Prescott shot me a look
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty five
~Fallon~Mia’s apartment was a stark contrast to mine—smaller, cozier, and filled with personality. A mix of colorful throw pillows, scented candles, and an ever-growing collection of coffee mugs took up space in her living room. It was the kind of place that felt warm, lived-in, unapologetically her.I had barely stepped through the door before she pulled me into a tight hug.“Finally,” she groaned. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about me.”I laughed, letting her squeeze me for a second longer before pulling back. “I’ve been busy.”“I know,” she said knowingly, her eyes flickering with curiosity. “Too busy to even text back sometimes.”I rolled my eyes, toeing off my heels as I made my way to the couch. “Oh, please. We literally talked two days ago.”“Yeah, but that was just a check-in. This—” She plopped down beside me, pulling her legs up onto the couch. “—is long overdue.”She wasn’t wrong. Between my work, the interviews, and navigating whatever was happening betwe
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
