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My marriage was for money, his for vengeance
Last Updated : 2025-08-15
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When struggling waitress Elira Cruz was forced into entering a contract marriage with cold, ruthless billionaire Caelan Ferrer, she thought she was sealing just another business deal: one year, no emotions, no strings. But behind that icy stare lay hurtful memories Elira unknowingly played a part in. Snowed in by her messy kindness, the man who swore never to love again slowly began to thaw. Secrets begin to unfold underneath. A hidden link ties them much closer than either one would have imagined. Will their fake marriage survive the truth...or will love become the price of revenge?
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My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 147: The Morning Weight
5:52 AM — Bluebar Trace Transit Node The rust to blue line was a shadow in the early morning, a proposal instead of an edge. Elira's footsteps sounded differently on either side—the blue provided a harder snap, the rust a muffled bump. They sipped in silence, the bitter heat anchoring them to the cold. Beyond, the distant hum of people preparing for the day wafted in, the clatter of crates, the crunch of fabric on stalls. "Council will ask again today." Elira did not have to ask what. "And we'll tell them the same thing. Until we know it stands." --- 6:48 AM — Outer Walkway, Bluebar Trace The market was just coming to life—shadows still lingering long, bread still in rise, and fishmongers only beginning to lay out their day's catch. The air reeked of salt and brine. Marino beckoned them over from across the street, a tray of cooling flatbreads on the counter. "Block E enjoyed the previous batch," he told her, handing two over to a cloth wrapping. "Explain to them it's
Last Updated : 2025-08-15My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 146: The Lines That Hold
6:12 AM — Sector B, Bluebar Trace The blue to rust line had remained in Elira's periphery well after the stylus started tracing. The pages of the notebook captured each bend, each fissure, the manner in which the blue tile held onto its color while the rusty portion seemed to slide into the ground as if it was embarrassed about itself. Caelan didn’t speak at first. He stepped to her right, his gaze following hers toward the strip of junction where history had decided to divide itself. “You’re mapping again,” he said quietly. She gave a small nod. “Not just where things are. Where they’ve been left.” The dim hum of the overhead lights was punctured only by the scuff of their boots. Outside the transit node, day had already begun for others—the canteens steaming, the children crying as they hauled supplies to makeshift kitchens—but in here, it seemed as if the air had not moved in decades. --- 7:03 AM — Bluebar Trace Outer Walkway They walked along the broken pavement, Ca
Last Updated : 2025-08-15My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 145: The Pattern We Set
5:41 AM — Sector B, Bluebar Trace Dawn had tempered itself against the chill of the ancient transit node's tile. Signage had flaked off in spots, but the center remained sound—firm bones waiting to be remuscled anew. Elira stood at the line dividing blue from rust, notebook clutched in one hand, stylus idle. She hadn't even jotted down a word yet. Caelan approached from the trackway edge, hair still damp from an early wash. “You’re already mapping?” She shook her head. “Just… testing if it feels like a beginning.” He glanced down. The tiles beneath their feet were arranged in a herringbone pattern, once used to direct foot traffic during high-volume commutes. Caelan knelt to trace it. “It holds direction. Even now.” “That’s what I’m hoping for.” --- 7:10 AM — Mid-sector Archive, Hall C The box titled Transit-B2 Patterns: Legacy Systems weighed more than it should have. They opened it on a communal table, dust settling into light. On the inside were floor plans, mo
Last Updated : 2025-08-02My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 144: What We Still Carry
5:46 AM — Sector G, Skyrest OutpostThe wind was hushed this morning. It wasn't absent—simply stilled, like it had folded itself in respect. Elira stood atop the raised railing of Skyrest, where horizon met ridge of boundary. She observed the demarcation where blue bled into morning.Caelan was at her side, arms resting on the railing, his breath visible in the chill."Doesn't feel like it's stopping," he said."It's not," she said. "It's just changing again."Below them, the early crews trudged along the long bend of the perimeter—double-checking lines, passing on adjustments. From up above, their routes seemed like veins of light running through debris and bloom.7:18 AM — Sector D, Rootcast CommonsOn the boundary of a rebuilt public space, a child was relearning to walk—step by purposeful step across retextured pavement. Her grandmother sat silently on a bench that had been cut into the newly planted wall, fingers loosely entwined in her lap.Elira caught the detail from a distanc
Last Updated : 2025-08-02My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 143: The Shape of Recognition
5:42 AM — Sector K, Emberstep ApproachThe sky was pale silver, not yet day, not yet night. Down the cramped path through Emberstep's older sector, lanterns went out one by one as the automatic sensors detected the change in light.Elira walked with her coat open, wind blowing through the loose hem
My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 142: The Light That Finds Us
5:39 AM — Sector M, Ridgewatch SpanMist stuck to the elevation line, yet the light was already changing.Elira was at the outer edge of the bridge, gazing out as the horizon unfolded. Below her feet, the composite mesh gave a slight sag — a confirmation of the new materials settling into the long-
My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 141: What It Leaves Behind
5:47 AM — Sectorless Edge, Near-Wake CrossingThe fog hadn't gone. Not even close. It hung low to the earth—adhering, as if reluctant to recall that footsteps had traversed it. No arrows today. No signs. Only thin footprints and creases in the earth.Elira treaded deliberately, heel first, then toe
My marriage was for money, his for vengeance Chapter 140: The Quiet That Settles
5:43 AM — Sector L, Firstlight Platform The platform was oriented east, tall and thin—designed originally for viewing. But no one kept watch here anymore. They watched, instead. The sun didn't rise suddenly. It unfolded in pleats—gentle oranges flowing over scaffolding sky. Elira stood with arms f
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