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Chapter 24: The plotting
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Marry my best friend Chapter 35: the aftermath
Chapter: Luciano’s POV I should not be enjoying this as much as I am. Natalie Romano— That sounded like heaven. She sits across from me at my kitchen counter, wearing my sweatshirt and eating strawberries like this is the most normal morning in the world. Like she hasn’t spent the last five years living somewhere else. Like she didn’t walk back into my life 3 weeks ago and completely ruin the balance I’d spent years rebuilding. I thought I got over her. At least, those were the lies I told myself—and they were easy lies, because she wasn’t in front of me. She’s still half-asleep, hair messy, eyes slightly glassy from the hangover. Every few seconds, she presses her fingers to her temple like her brain might escape if she doesn’t hold it in place. And somehow, she’s still beautiful. It’s deeply inconvenient. Because my eyes never strayed from her. I sometimes wonder how she never caught onto my feelings—but I guess it was a blessing. I thought about it once—tell
Marry my best friend Chapter 34: accidental routine
Natalie’s POV I wake up to the smell of something warm and buttery drifting through the apartment — eggs? Toast? Definitely coffee. My stomach rolls, both from the hangover and the hunger. When I open my eyes, I’m not in my bed. Not even in my apartment. I’m buried under a ridiculously soft throw blanket on Luciano Romano’s grey sectional couch, my head resting on a cushion I’m pretty sure wasn’t under me last night. Right. Hangover day. Movie marathon. Passing out halfway through the third Fast & Furious. I groan and flop onto my back. My phone lights up on the coffee table, vibrating with another hundred messages. I don’t even look at it. The world can wait. My head feels like it’s being used as a drum in a marching band. From the kitchen, I hear the soft clinking of dishes. A pan sizzles. Someone hums under their breath — and it takes me a full three seconds to realise it’s Luciano. He’s humming. Luciano Romano, king of broody stares and quiet intensity, is humm
Marry my best friend Chapter 33: headlines and hangovers
The first thing I felt was pain. Not emotional pain — no, this was the kind that started behind my eyes and pulsed all the way to the back of my skull. My brain felt like it had been left on the dance floor overnight. The second thing I felt was confusion. This wasn’t my bed. The sheets were softer, the air cooler, and the faint scent of sandalwood and coffee clung to the room. My eyes fluttered open, and it took me all of three seconds to realize where I was. Luciano’s apartment. Correction — Luciano’s penthouse. A groan escaped me as I sat up. My dress from last night hung over a chair, and someone (Luke, obviously) had left a bottle of water and two painkillers on the nightstand. Beside them, my phone buzzed nonstop — vibrating like it had a personal vendetta against my sanity. I grabbed it and immediately regretted it. 82 new messages. 14 missed calls. My notifications were a chaos cocktail of texts, DMs, and mentions. ARE YOU AND LUCIANO A THING? OMG saw the article!!
Marry my best friend Chapter 32: Champagne and make believe
Natalie’s POV If this was supposed to be a fake date, someone forgot to tell my heartbeat. The Box had come alive around us — a blur of gold light, laughter, and pulsing bass. Whatever nerves I’d had before had melted away into the rhythm of the room. Luciano was in his element — charming, calm, the perfect date. Every time I laughed, he looked at me like I was saying the funniest thing in the world. The plan was working. Carte Blanche was still at the bar, pretending not to watch us, but his phone had been up more than once. We were getting his attention. Mission: accomplished. “Hungry?” Luke asked, his voice soft enough that it felt private, even in the chaos. I nodded. “Starving. Spy work burns calories.” He smirked and signaled for the waiter. Soon, our table filled with plates that looked too good to eat — truffle fries, steak skewers, mini lobster rolls, and champagne so cold it made the glasses sweat. I bit into a fry, leaning back with a satisfied hum. “If fake
Marry my best friend Chapter 31: through his eyes
Luciano’s POVToday was the day: the reveal. At least, that’s what she called it. To me, it was another exercise in restraint. Pretend we were together. Pretend I wasn’t in love with my best friend. Pretend I hadn’t built an entire plan around a lie that would keep her close, even if it meant she’d never know the truth. The plan was simple on paper: get seen by Carte Blanche—New York’s sharpest gossip writer—and let him “discover” us on a date. The story would spread like wildfire: Luciano Romano settles down. It would soften my image, make investors trust me again, and silence the rumors about the reckless bachelor with too much money and too little control or at least that’s what Nat thinks we’re doing, I couldn’t care less what everyone besides her thought of me , they needed me, so this wasn’t something they could outvote and demote me for. Natalie thought she was helping me fix my reputation. She didn’t know she was saving my heart from breaking a second time. By her nonethe
Marry my best friend Chapter 30: the setup
Today was the day: the planned reveal of our relationship. The strategy? Send an anonymous tip to Carte Blanche, the most renowned gossip writer in New York, about a couple on a date. Of course, we were that couple. The ritual began. I slipped into my little black dress, the familiar silk a confident second skin. I paired it with Louboutins, their brilliant red soles promising a dramatic entrance, and finished the look with my signature 'summer girl' makeup. While I waited for Luke to pick me up, I sent the message: I have a tip for your next exclusive. Location: The Box. Time: 1:00 PM. Subject: The hottest couple secretly dating. Be there, or miss the scoop I was new at this 'spy' stuff—I didn't know if the message sounded good enough—but where there was a juicy scoop, Carte Blanche followed like a flame. Luke picked me up an hour later—noon to be exact—and we made our way to The Box. As we pulled up to The Box, I could already feel the familiar flutter of nerves starti
Marry my best friend Chapter 19- The fair bonus scene
I wasn’t in the mood for crowds, noise, or overpriced snacks. But then Natalie had said “Let’s go to the fair”—with that soft grin of hers and that spark in her eyes like she was already hearing the music and smelling the candy apples—and suddenly, the chaos of my day didn’t seem that important an
Last Updated : 2026-03-23Marry my best friend Chapter 18:
Luciano’s POV - the morning after the Fair- 06:00 am I had a dream. Not that kind of dream. Not the one where she kisses me out of nowhere and I wake up sweating and annoyed with myself. This one was different. The kind that doesn’t leave you when you wake up. The kind that plants a se
Last Updated : 2026-03-23Marry my best friend Chapter 21: The queen of procrastination
Natalie’ POV -later that evening- “Wait are you serious?” Jessie asked me flabbergasted. “As serious as I can be.” I say as I throw the shot in my mouth and quickly reach for the lemon. “He literally said he needed to MARRY me. Emphasise on the MARRY. The board members in his company are dia
Last Updated : 2026-03-24Marry my best friend Chapter 17: helping hands
I woke up to a text from Jessie saying she needed me pronto. She had clear instructions.wear something comfortable. it's gonna be a long day.that's all she said So, as the good friend that I am. I had my assistant reschedule all my appointments and inform her that I won't be coming to the office
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