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I Don't Know

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-07 20:09:02

Eva sat across from him, the silence from his last words — I don't know — still hanging thick in the air between them. Julian eventually stood, as if to end the conversation, to retreat the way he always did when things got too close to the surface.

Instead, he stopped.

For a moment, he remained beside her chair without saying anything. When Eva looked up. He was closer than he'd been since the wedding, close enough that she could see the uncertainty flickering behind his usual composure.

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  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   The Woman In His Office

    Breakfast had turned into a performance of politeness that fooled nobody.With seamless courtesy, Julian picked up the heavy silver coffee pot and refilled grandmother Isabella’s cup. His movements were fluid, but his eyes never fully met hers."The driver will be back by three if you need to go into the city," he said, not looking up.No warmth in his voice.Immediately Eva left the table for her coat, Grandmother Isabella finally spoke. "You're still angry at me.""I'm running this house the way it needs to run." He said not looking up from his tablet."You look at me like a stranger."Julian's voice dropped, flat and cold. "Strangers can't betray you. You had to be family to do that."Grandmother Isabella took it without flinching. Julian folded his napkin, stood, and left for the office. ---Eva walked into his study that night without knocking, file in hand."Your third-quarter numbers look inflated," she said, dropping it on his desk. "Is that the standard the panel's going to

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   What Could Have Happened

    Application submitted successfully.Eva stared at the screen a long moment before closing her laptop. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she'd done something that belonged entirely to her —no favor pulled, just her own qualifications sent into an ordinary HR system to be judged on their own merit.Julian found her a few minutes later. "You look pleased with yourself.""I submitted my application."Something warm softened his expression. "Good."She nodded, already reaching for her tea, and something in her tone came out colder than she intended."Did I do something?" Julian asked."No.""You're sure?""Yes.""You haven't looked at me properly since breakfast.""I'm busy," She said, and left before he could ask anything further, still turning over the memory of that woman's hand on his arm at the investor gathering, unwilling to admit even to herself why it still sat so heavy in her chest.---By afternoon, Julian had noticed enough to be certain something was wrong.

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   What She Wanted

    “Julian, what was my career like before the accident?”He looked up from his coffee, caught off guard by the question.“Where’s this coming from?”“I keep remembering pieces of things, but they never seem to be enough.” She folded her hands around her cup. “I remember places, conversations, sometimes things people said to me, but I don't remember what my life actually looked like. What I did every day. What I wanted.”Julian looked at her for a moment before setting his coffee down.“You used to be interested in business and investment, but you never pursued it seriously.”Eva blinked. “Really?”“Yes.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “You were interested in the Castellan Group's investment division. You used to argue with me about the annual reports.”He shrugged slightly. “I guess the accident happened, and then everything changed.”Eva looked down at her coffee for a moment.“I think I want it back.”“I can arrange a position for you in the company,” he offered.Eva immediately sho

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   The Night She Remembered

    Eva's scream tore Julian out of sleep before he'd even registered moving.He was down the hall and through her door in seconds, chest heaving, finding her upright in bed, drenched in sweat, hands fisted in the sheets like she was trying to hold onto something solid."Eva." He crossed the room fast, dropping onto the edge of the bed. "Eva, look at me."Her eyes found his, wild and unseeing at first, then slowly focusing."Don't let him take me," she gasped."Who?"She didn't answer. She simply reached out and grabbed his shirt, fingers curling tight into the fabric like she needed proof he was real."Julian," she whispered, breath still ragged. "I couldn't see anything. I couldn't see you.""I'm here.""Where were you?"He didn't understand the question, not fully, but he didn't try to correct her. He simply pulled her against his chest and let her breathe there, trembling and shaking, until the worst of it passed.---"Don't go," Eva murmured, some time later, her voice small in the d

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   What They Do With The Truth

    Eva had never seen Julian ignore Grandmother Isabella.He could disagree with her. He could argue with her. Even when she irritated him, there had always been something careful in the way he treated her, a respect that seemed almost instinctive.That morning, there was none of it.Breakfast was quieter than usual. Isabella sat at the head of the table, her tea untouched for several minutes while Julian ate across from her without once looking in her direction.She finally broke the silence."You're not going to ask how I slept?"Julian continued cutting his toast without answering.Grandmother Isabella's fingers tightened slightly around the handle of her cup.Eva looked between them but said nothing.A few moments later, Isabella reached for the teapot."Julian."He looked up.She seemed to search his face for something familiar and found very little."Are you going into the city today?""Yes.""Do you need the driver?""No."He returned to his breakfast.Under any other circumstance

  • Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress   They letter they were never meant to read

    Grandmother Isabella noticed it at breakfast — the way Lucien's eyes lingered on her a beat too long before he answered anything she asked."You've been looking at me differently," she said finally."Have I?""You used to look at me as though you were still trying to understand something." She watched him over her tea. "Now you look as though you've already found the answer."Lucien held her gaze a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe I finally stopped asking the wrong question."He excused himself before she could press further, and Isabella sat alone with her tea growing cold, a quiet apprehension settling beneath her composure that she didn't examine too closely.She found him alone in the library that afternoon."Did your grandfather leave you anything else?” she asked casually.Lucien looked up. "Why would you ask that?""He was fond of leaving things unfinished.""He did." Lucien's expression gave away nothing. "Leave things unfinished, I mean."He walked away before she could a

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