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CHAPTER 9: HER FAMILY BETRAYS
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He was watching me text. I was curled on the library rug, in his white shirt, laptop open. The fireplace was on, fairy lights glowing. I thought he was still in the shower. I wasn't. "Who is Marcus, Elira?" I jumped. Caelum was in the doorway, towel around his waist, hair wet, chest bare. Water still dripping down that scar on his shoulder. Holding two mugs of tea. But his ice-blue eyes were not on the tea. They were on my phone. "My editor," I said quickly. "From GoodNovel. He said Chapter 13 is good. The boardroom save." Caelum walked in, set the tea down. Sat behind me on the rug, his chest to my back, his legs around me. "Let me see," he said, calm. Too calm. I showed him. I had no secret. _Marcus: Elira, that boardroom save is brilliant. Your kissing scenes are very sensual btw, very innocent but hot. Can we call tonight? 10 mins?_ _Me: Sure! Thank you!_ Caelum read it. Once. Twice. "He thinks your kissing scenes are hot," he said. "It's a compliment f
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I wore his white shirt. Not on purpose. Well, maybe on purpose a little. After the rain last night, after he dried my feet on his knees and called me his real wife, not contract, I slept in his shirt. His big white shirt that smelled like him - rain, cologne, and something that was just Caelum. It fell to my thighs, sleeves too long. Morning came, and Caelum was already dressed. Suit, tie, gun hidden. But he was sitting on the edge of our bed - our library bed, we still slept there - watching me sleep in his shirt. "Good morning, Mrs. Vane," he whispered, when I opened my eyes. "Good morning, Mr. Vane." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I have a board meeting. Ten hours. I will miss you." "Ten hours?" I sat up, shirt slipping off one shoulder. His eyes darkened instantly. "You will miss your library wife?" "Terribly." He fixed my shirt, covering my shoulder, possessive even now. "Don't go out. Stay in the library. Write." But after he left, I got bored. The l
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My mother didn't knock like my father. She texted: _I'm outside. Please. Just 5 minutes, baby. I miss you._ I should have said no. Caelum told me to say no. He had already blacklisted my father. But it was my mother. The one who used to braid my hair. The one who cried when I signed the contract. I went down without telling him. She stood in the lobby, thin coat, hands shaking. She looked older than 45. "Elira," she whispered, hugging me. She smelled like home. Like cheap vanilla and laundry. "Look at you. You are glowing. He takes care of you, right?" "He does," I said. "Good. Good." She held my hands, tears in her eyes. "Baby, I didn't come to ask for money like your father. I swear. I came to beg you... stay." I froze. "What?" "Stay married. Stay with him. Don't leave, even after the one year is over." She squeezed my hands hard. "Elira, we need him. Your father's debts - if you leave Caelum, we lose the house. We lose everything. The collectors said if you st
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I woke up in the library. Fairy lights still on, blanket over us, Caelum's arm heavy around my waist, my head on his chest. We had fallen asleep on the rug by the fireplace. For a second, I thought it was a dream. The library, the date, the bridge kiss. Then he whispered, sleepy, "Morning, my writer." It was real. He sat up, hair messy, shirt wrinkled. He never looked wrinkled. For me, he did. "Did you sleep well, Mrs. Vane? In your kingdom?" he asked, kissing my temple. "Better than in your cold black bed," I teased. He pretended to be offended and tickled me until I was laughing and begging. "My cold black bed is offended now. We need to go apologize to it." We were still laughing when Irena knocked. "Sir. Madam. There is a man downstairs. He says he is Madam's father. He is... loud." My blood went cold. Caelum felt it instantly. His hand tightened on my waist. "What's his name?" Caelum asked Irena, voice already turning to ice. "Mr. Evans." My father
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