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“You must be the woman my future husband refuses to give up.”For a moment I honestly think I misheard her.The street is noisy. Cars moving past. A bus braking somewhere down the block. London air cold enough that it makes my eyes sting a little after the flight. It would make sense if I’d misunderstood.But no.She’s looking directly at me.Calm. Completely composed. Like she’s introducing herself at a gallery opening instead of saying something quietly insane on a sidewalk.I take a second before answering. Not because I’m intimidated. Just because my brain is catching up.“Future husband,” I repeat slowly.Her mouth curves a little.“Yes. That’s the rumor.”Ethan closes the car door behind us harder than necessary.“What are you doing here, Adriana?”So that’s her name confirmed.Adriana Vale turns toward him like she expected the question. Like she’s been rehearsing this moment in her head.“I live across the street,” she says lightly. “You’re not difficult to track.”“That’s not
Second Choice: Wife by contract Chapter 99
Morning arrives quietly.No alarms. No rush. Just sunlight creeping across the bedroom floor and the soft sound of Sunny shifting on the rug beside the bed.For a few seconds I stay where I am, staring at the ceiling, letting the day gather itself around me.Then it clicks back into place.London.The dinner.Ethan’s father.Sunny lifts his head and looks at me like he’s waiting for instructions.“Don’t start,” I mutter.His tail taps once against the floor.I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit there for a moment longer than necessary. The room feels normal. Too normal. The quiet kind of morning where nothing dramatic is happening and yet the entire day already feels decided.Sunny walks over and nudges my knee.“Yeah, yeah,” I say. “You’re right. We should start the day before it starts us.”The suitcase sits on the floor where I left it last night.Half packed. A few sweaters folded neatly inside, like I was trying to convince myself this trip is just another trip.Sunny
Second Choice: Wife by contract Chapter 98
I lean back in the chair and fold my arms, staring at the phone like it might suddenly explain itself.Ethan’s answer hangs between us.“Your father really knows how to make an invitation sound threatening.”“He wasn’t aiming for warmth.”The phone sits on the table between us, screen still glowing faintly with that cold blue light. I read the message again even though I already know what it says, the words burning into my retinas.Board dinner tomorrow. Mandatory.Bring Solene.I tilt the phone slightly with my finger, watching the light shift across the glass, catching the tiny scratches on the screen from months of being shoved in and out of pockets.“Why does he want me there?” I ask.Ethan doesn’t answer immediately.That pause. Small, but noticeable. Enough that the quiet of the café seems to press in closer—the low hum of the refrigerator, the faint scent of cooling espresso grounds still hanging in the air.I glance up at him.“Ethan.”He exhales quietly, the kind of breath so
Second Choice: Wife by contract Chapter 97
The café feels different once everyone leaves.Not empty exactly. Just… settled. The lamps over the reading corner are still on, casting warm circles of light over the shelves. A forgotten book sits open on one table, pages still glowing faintly under the lamp. Somewhere behind the counter the refrigerator hums steadily. The air smells faintly like coffee grounds and cinnamon.I’m stacking cups that don’t really need stacking.Ethan is near the shelves again, running his fingers along the wood like he did earlier. Slow, distracted movements. Like he’s thinking about something that hasn’t fully formed yet.“You’re going to wear that shelf down if you keep doing that,” I say.He glances over.“I’m appreciating the craftsmanship.”“You’re stalling.”He smiles a little.“Maybe.”I rinse another cup, dry it, put it back in the same place it came from. My hands keep moving because stopping would mean acknowledging the conversation waiting between us.Eventually Ethan pulls out one of the ch
Second Choice: Wife by contract Chapter 96
Sunny wakes up before I do. Not loudly. No barking, no chaos. Just the soft shuffle of him moving around the room and that little impatient huff he makes when he decides I’ve slept long enough. I keep my eyes closed. “Five minutes,” I mumble into the pillow. Sunny stands. Which means the negotiation is over. A cold nose presses into my arm. Then my cheek. Then my hair. Persistent creature. “Okay,” I groan, pushing myself upright. “Fine. I’m awake.” His tail thumps against the floor like he’s just won something. The apartment is quiet. Morning light leaks through the curtains, pale and lazy. Miami mornings always feel a little undecided, like the city hasn’t fully woken up yet. Sunny circles near the door while I pull on a hoodie and twist my hair into a loose knot. “You’re very intense about this walk,” I tell him. He sits. Which is his way of pretending he’s patient. A few minutes later we’re outside. The air is already warm, soft in that way that makes you forget how
Second Choice: Wife by contract Chapter 95
The café is finally quiet.Not the kind of quiet that feels empty. Just the end-of-day quiet. Lamps glowing softly over the reading corner. A faint smell of coffee still hanging in the air. Chairs half stacked. Books slightly out of place because customers always put them back wrong.I’m behind the counter wiping a perfectly clean surface.Which is code for: I don’t want to think about my phone.Across the room Luca is crouched near the new shelves with a measuring tape, staring at them like they might shift if he looks away for too long.“You’re measuring that again?” I ask.He glances up without standing.“Precision matters.”“You’ve checked it three times already.”“Four.”“Obsessive.”“Professional.”I shake my head and keep wiping the same spot on the counter.Then the door swings open.Mara walks in like the building belongs to her.She stops halfway into the café and points directly at Luca.“Oh good,” she says. “You’re still here.”Luca straightens slowly.That look on his fac
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