Forever Loved, Like Day One

"Mom... please tell Grandpa that I agree to the arranged marriage.""Really?!" My mother sounded delighted, then caught herself. "Wait, what about that boyfriend you've been with for years? Yes, we hoped you'd find someone from a suitable background, but if...""It's over. Please arrange the marriage."My mother didn't rush to ask why. "Think it over for a few more days. Your grandfather carefully chose this match - he's managing some investment company under their family name. But marriage is a big decision, and I don't want you to be hasty.""Mom, I'm not being hasty. I've thought it through."Yesterday, during a call with my brother, he accidentally let slip that our family's finances were on the verge of collapse.An arranged marriage was the best solution.Of course, someone like me—a girl who once broke ties with her entire family for love—would never have considered this before. But things had changed.The only explanation was that my hopelessly romantic lovesick self ha

I hesitated for a moment before walking into Nathan’s office. Not because I was uncertain, but because I hadn’t figured out how to get him to sign the papers without any fuss.After the company implemented stricter HR policies, even I had to sign an updated contract.Considering the sensitivity of my role as the design director—and the fact that my family’s business was loosely tied to this industry—I needed to ensure my resignation paperwork was complete before returning to Eastbrook. Otherwise, it could cause unnecessary trouble later.I pushed the door open, ready to speak, but stopped short when I saw Nina sitting across from Nathan.No wonder her desk outside was empty. She had clearly moved her workspace in here.Nina noticed me first. She playfully tapped Nathan on the head and said in a sweet, teasing voice, “Nathan!”Nathan’s tone was indulgent. “Alright, stop messing around. I need to finish this agreement.”“I’m not messing around…” Nina glanced at me provocatively

"Hannah, no matter how desperate you are to get married, you can’t resort to forcing it.""Do you think buying a wedding dress will make Nathan marry you?""He promised long ago that he’d only ever marry me. Stop dreaming."On the drive, I glanced at the texts from Nina. Her words left me feeling drained. I circled Brookshire for hours, driving aimlessly. By the time I got home, it was past midnight, and the chilly autumn air had seeped into my bones.To my surprise, the house was brightly lit when I opened the door.Nathan was sitting on the couch. He stood and walked toward me. “Why are you back so late?”“I went for a drive.”I was leaving soon. I wanted one last look at the city where I’d spent so many years of my life.He nodded, reaching out to pull me into his arms, but I instinctively stepped back.His brows furrowed slightly. “Still upset?”“I might’ve been too harsh earlier. If you don’t want to work, you don’t have to, okay?” He softened his tone. “As long as you’r

Linda continued, "He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Our IPO depends on LD Venture’s approval, but I heard LD Venture was just a small company his family gave him to practice with."Eastbrook. The Hendersons. Investment company.Everything clicked into place.Linda noticed my silence. "Hannah? Are you listening?""Yes, yes." I pressed my lips together. "I'll tell Nathan everything you said."Linda relaxed. "Good. By the way, have you set a wedding date? I want a proper paper invitation, not some digital thing!"I smiled softly. "It's next week actually. And don't worry about the invitation."A family like the Hendersons would only use traditional paper invitations.My mother had asked about my guest list a few days ago, and I'd included Linda's name.The Hendersons would handle the rest.After hanging up, I fought through the pain to message Nathan. No response.I tried calling again.Surprisingly, he answered this time.His voice was cold. "Why do you keep ca

When the plane landed in Eastbrook, I was surprised to find Davis Henderson waiting for me.The man I was meant to spend my life with.A prominent figure in the financial world who'd done many interviews.With his striking looks, his was a face hard to forget.He stood by his car wearing a black cashmere coat, tall and distinguished, his gentle demeanor masking a subtle sharpness.The aura of someone born to lead.Before I could react, he strode over and took my suitcase, his voice deep and smooth. "Traveling light?""Yes."A cold wind blew past, making me sniff. I found myself explaining, "I left behind anything I didn't need."People and things alike.Sometimes you need to let go.Davis nodded, handed my luggage to his driver, and opened the back door for me. "Let's get you home.""Thank you."I climbed in.The warmth inside gradually chased away the cold.Glancing at the man beside me, I felt an unexpected sense of calm.As I relaxed, exhaustion took over.“Why the s