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Only the Second Best I Married Power, I Miss Kindness
The car cruised slowly down the winding roads of Rancho San Marino Alta, city lights beginning to flicker like scattered jewels across the Los Angeles skyline. Inside the black sedan, meant to be quiet and cool, the air had started to heat up, and not in a good way.“I still can’t believe they said that about Tiara,” I muttered, arms crossed over my chest, eyes locked on the road beyond the window. “In front of strangers, no less.”Reagan, sitting calmly in the passenger seat, lifted a brow. “You’re not a stranger, Tara. You’re my wife.”I turned sharply toward him. “That’s crap. They treated me like some marketable replacement. Like just because I haven’t burned down a kitchen, I’m somehow the better prize.”“Aren’t you?” he replied smoothly. “You’re more stable. More composed. Less dangerous.”I shifted my body to face him fully. “And that makes me more deserving?”He didn’t answer. His gaze stayed fixed on the window, his jaw tightening like he was holding something back.“I know y
Only the Second Best the girl in the borrowed place
The De Russo estate sat at the highest point of Rancho San Marino Alta, a hidden enclave tucked into the hills of Pacific Heights. A place so private it didn’t show up on Google Maps unless you had the right kind of access.My fingers clutched a small satin clutch too tightly. My breath had been shallow ever since we passed the iron gates engraved with the De Russo crest in bronze.“Relax,” Reagan said beside me.I turned to him. “I am relax.”“If you squeeze that bag any harder, you’re going to tear the leather.”I exhaled. “I’m just not used to having dinner with people who watched me ‘replace the bride’ three days ago.”He gave me a sideways glance. “Don’t worry about that. They’ll pretend it never happened. Families like ours are experts at that.”The car slowed to a stop in front of what, if i'm being honest, was not a house. It was a palace. Spanish contemporary style, wide terrace facing south, lined with reflecting pools and bonsai gardens that were far too symmetrical to have
Only the Second Best a marriage of mirrors
Night had completely fallen by the time I arrived at the De Russo mansion.I came in through the front doors. The polished marble floor gleamed under the low lights. There wasn’t a sound, except for the soft ticking of the antique clock in the sitting room. The staff had probably already retreated to their quarters.I exhaled and took a deep breath, hoping the stillness of this place would calm the mess in my head after that dinner with Geraldo.But of course, I was hoping for too much."You finally came home."The voice came from down the hallway.Reagan was standing by the fireplace, which wasn’t lit. He was wearing a black T-shirt and dark gray joggers, his hair a little tousled like he’d just showered. A phone was in his hand, and from the look on his face, he hadn’t exactly been waiting for me.I straightened my shoulders. "Don’t start."He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You didn’t respond to any of my texts. You took my car and didn’t say you were leaving it at your office
Only the Second Best Was I the storm in your glass heart?
The sun was already hanging low when I stepped out of the office.Reagan’s car was still there. That sleek black Aston Martin looked like some exotic animal in the wrong ecosystem. Flashy. Threatening. Out of place.I stared at it for a while before deciding to just leave it. Let Reagan deal with it.Geraldo was waiting by the curb. Leaning casually against his white SUV, wearing a light gray linen shirt with the top buttons undone and a pair of chinos. His slightly messy hair blew in the breeze, and that face, always glowing like sunshine, lit up the moment he saw me.“Hey, princesa,” Geraldo grinned, opening his arms like he always did.I fell into his hug before I could even say anything.Warm. Safe.Home.His embrace never felt like a palace built on chaos the way the De Russo world did. It wasn’t a grand performance. It was home. Simple. Honest. Real.He rubbed my back gently, then laughed quietly near my ear. “Rough day, huh?”I nodded into his shoulder. “Long. And heavy.”He ki
Only the Second Best Panic Eyes
Afternoons at the office usually moved faster than this. It wasn’t the work. SketchUp and AutoCAD still demanded precision, the monitors glowed bright as always, and the steady footsteps from the engineering division down the hall echoed just like every other day.But there was a fog in my head. Heavy. Like waking up from a bad dream and not quite remembering it was just a dream.The studio I worked at sat in one of those small industrial buildings in Beverly Hills, exposed brick walls, monstera plants hanging from the ceiling, and long solid wood tables divided between architects, interior designers, and the creative team. It always smelled like espresso and freshly cut wood.I sat in my favorite corner, at the walnut desk by the window, with two monitors glowing in front of me. I had a beachfront residence project open for a client in Santa Barbara. But after an hour, all I’d done was stare at the blue lines on the screen.My hand reached for my phone. Again.Still no reply from Tia
Only the Second Best Breakfast. Brunch.
The morning air was already warming up as I came down the stairs, dressed in an oversized white button-up with the sleeves rolled and a pair of light brown trousers. My hair was half-up, my work bag slung over one shoulder. I wanted to leave. Fast.I needed space to breathe..and honestly, I needed to see a face that wasn’t the man who was now, technically, my husband.I stopped in my tracks when I saw Reagan standing by the front door, leaning casually against one of the marble columns with a cup of coffee in his hand. He’d already showered. His slightly damp hair gave it away and he wore a black sweater paired with tailored gray trousers.Way too handsome for such an infuriating morning.“Headed to work?” he asked.I shot him a blank stare and kept walking toward the door, but he didn’t move.He tilted his head slightly and raised his cup. “I’ll drive you.”I paused. Turned slowly. “What?”“You heard me.” He gave a lazy smile. “I’ll take you to work.”I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”“Bec
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