เข้าสู่ระบบLILA’S POVAs soon as we stepped inside the house, the argument exploded.“This is all your fault!” Aunt Maggie shrieked, throwing her clutch onto the floor. “First this girl goes and sleeps with the wrong man, and we lose the island development Edward was giving us. And now Martin won’t renew our contract and has decided to sell his soul to some tech company!”Uncle Andrew rubbed his temples. “Maggie, this is not the time.”“Oh, really?” she snapped. “When is the time then? When we’re bankrupt?”Chloe sniffed loudly. “Everyone was staring at us,” she cried. “Do you know how embarrassing that was? Are we really behind on our payments to Martin?”“You two need to fix this,” Aunt Maggie said, jabbing a finger between Uncle Andrew and me. “We can’t have people talking.” Uncle Andrew straightened, his face tight. “Shouting won’t fix things,” he said. “We need to get our ducks in a row. Think.”He paced, muttering. “Things will be fine once Chloe marries Jason, but until then, we need cas
LILA’S POVI forced a small smile. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly. “I tripped.”His eyes lifted to mine. I felt the weight of that look all the way to my spine.“You tripped,” he repeated.“Yes.” I nodded, trying to sound casual. “I can be pretty clumsy sometimes,” I laughed, hoping to ease the tension. His jaw tightened. “Is Chloe’s family picking on you again?”The question was soft, but there was a sharp edge underneath. Like a blade wrapped in velvet. I glanced toward my aunt and uncle, who were laughing with some guests, looking like the picture of respectability.“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “This ends in a month. What’s the use in creating a fuss now?”He looked away for a moment, taking in the room, the people, my aunt and uncle posing like generous benefactors.“I see,” he said finally.It wasn’t agreement. It was… something else. Guilt? Annoyance? I couldn’t tell.For some reason, it bothered me. I didn’t understand why it mattered to me what he thought, but that did not s
LILA’S POVJason’s fingers dug into my arm.“It’s pathetic, even by your standards,” he hissed. I took a slow breath. “Let go of me, Jason.”“Not until you—”“Jason!”Both of us turned.Chloe stood a few meters away, just outside the glass doors of a boutique. The same boutique I’d gone into to buy my dress before the courthouse. Shopping bags dangled from her wrist, her lips pressed in a tight, annoyed line.She looked from Jason’s hand on my arm to my face, then back again.“What are you doing?” she demanded.Jason dropped my arm like it had burned him. “Nothing. We were just talking.”Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “You can talk to your fiancée,” she snapped. “We’re late.”She flicked her hair over her shoulder and turned away, expecting him to follow.He hesitated, just for a second.That was all I needed.I stepped back and walked away, my heart thudding hard against my ribs. I didn’t stop until I reached the main road and flagged down a taxi.***Monica’s office felt different the seco
LILA’S POVHe said it like he was asking if I wanted dumplings or pasta for dinner.“Excuse me?” I blurted.Adrian didn’t repeat himself. He just stood up from behind his desk, sliding his hands into his pockets like he was talking through a business deal.“We’re both in a jam,” he said. “I need to marry to take over Ambrosia. You need to marry to get away from your uncle. Seems like a no-brainer solution.”I stared at him, still stunned. “We can get a divorce once we both have what we want.” he added. “You get your trust after one month of a stable marraige, I get the board once they’re convinced this is real, which shouldn’t take long.” My brain scrambled to keep up. “Well?” he asked, searching my face for an answer. “Should I make the arrangements?” Was this really happening? Was I actually sitting in an office agreeing to a fake marriage with a man I barely knew, whose lap I’d accidentally landed in and whose ring I’d accidentally stolen?“What’s the catch?” I asked. “There’s
ADRIAN’S POV“I’d very much like to stand by your side,” the voice on the other end of the line said, “but according to your family’s rules, unmarried heirs can’t enter the board. There’s nothing I can do.”“For Christ’s sake, this is not a kingdom, it’s a company,” I said, reaching the end of my patience. The voice laughed. “Adrian. Find a wife, and this becomes easier. We want you in charge, but we aren’t going to risk our necks for you.” He was the third shareholder to say almost the exact same thing.“Alright,” I said evenly. “Thank you for your honesty.”We exchanged a few polite words, and I ended the call.I set my phone down a little harder than I needed to.This was what I got for coming back to help.I had considered every angle before returning—the forged numbers, the missing money, the desperate expansion plans. I’d expected resistance, lies, and backstabbing.Somehow, I’d forgotten the most absurd obstacle of all.The “family rule.”Only heirs with stable marriages coul
LILA’S POVI sat there on my bed, phone pressed to my ear, trying to wrap my head around what the woman had just told me.My mouth was dry. “Alright,” I managed. “Can we… meet tomorrow? Is three o’clock okay?”“Absolutely,” she replied. Her voice was warm but professional. “Three p.m. at my office. I’ll text you the address.”“Okay. Thank you, Monica.”We hung up.I stared at the dark screen for a moment, my heart thudding painfully in my chest.A thousand thoughts ran through my head at once.If my uncle and aunt found out my parents had left anything behind for me, they would take it. They’d twist it, “manage” it, tell me it was for my own good. They’d been doing that for ten years.They could not know about this. Not yet… maybe not ever.I put my phone down and rubbed my temples, trying to calm myself. For the first time in a long time, hope fluttered in my chest. Small, fragile, but there.I could finally get away from all of this.My gaze drifted to the corner of my room.The gre







