LOGINSynopsis Catching her husband in bed with his 'sister' made Marlowe rethink her decision to fight for her marriage. That was the last straw that broke the camel’s back and she had to sign the divorce papers her husband had served to her on a platter of gold. Knowing her decision was not going to sit well with her family, Marlowe decided to take fate into her hands and spend a night with a total stranger. Her mind was made up to live a care free life and take control of her life once again. Her decision were however altered when she was forced to be a substitute bride for her sister so she would not bring shame to the family. Left with no choice, she had to accept the offer but what happens when a mistake she made in her past comes back to hunt her?
View MoreMarlowe's POV The knock came softly on my door. I froze. My hand hovered over the glass of water on my nightstand, suddenly uncertain whether to answer. Then the door creaked open. Callum stepped in, shoulders tense, eyes unreadable in the dim lighting. "Can't sleep either?" I asked, my voice brittle. He said nothing at first. Just stood there, watching me. His jaw worked like he was chewing on a thousand things he couldn’t say. He stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him. “No,” he said, his voice rough. “I tried to hate you tonight. I really tried.” I stood, uncertain. “And?” “And I still do. But not enough to stop thinking about you.” The words sank into me like warmth. I hadn’t realized I was craving. “Why did you let me touch you that night?” The question hit me like a slap. “What?” I breathed. “That night. At the bar. Why didn’t you stop me?” His voice was hoarse, almost accusing, but under that edge was something more—confusion… maybe even pain.
Marlowe's POVThe silence in the house was starting to gnaw at me.Days had passed since our wedding, but Callum hadn't said more than a few words to me—each one colder than the last. We were living under the same roof, yet it felt like I was alone, haunted by the presence of a man who seemed to resent the air I breathed.I’d hoped that after the initial blow of our forced union, things would ease between us. But they hadn’t. If anything, the tension had grown thicker.I spent most of my time in the guest room—the room his mother had insisted I stay in "until you both feel comfortable." But comfort was a luxury I no longer believed in.Still, it wasn't all bitterness. His mother, kind and ever-smiling, had taken to visiting me daily. She brought me tea, sat with me, told me stories about Callum's childhood—things he’d probably never want me to know.“He used to be so gentle,” she said one morning as she placed a shawl over my shoulders. “Protective to a fault. After his accident, some
I froze, my heart skipping a beat as Callum's eyes narrowed at me. "What's wrong with you?" he spat, his voice laced with venom. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. "I—I was just coming to find you," I stuttered, feeling my cheeks burn. He snorted, a humorless sound. "Save it, Marlowe. I don’t need your fake concern." With that, he turned his back on me and walked ahead, his long strides filled with disdain. The ache in my chest intensified, but I followed, my steps quick and unsteady as I tried to keep up. The silence between us was thick—uncomfortable, suffocating. Every breath I took felt forced, like my lungs were working against me. His anger rolled off him in waves, and I could almost taste the bitterness in the air. When we reached the car, he yanked the door open and slid into the driver’s seat without a word. I hesitated, then climbed in beside him, shrinking against the door. The drive home was quiet. Not peaceful, but te
Marlowe's POV What was meant to be a night of pleasure, turned out as a night in which my woes began. If I was told that I was going to meet Callum after our one time meeting, I wouldn't have believed. It was a one night thing where both of us would go out separate ways after all. This had been the partners with others, why is it that my turn was different. Why was it hard for me to do something and go scot free with it? All through dinner, I kept casting Callum side glances as my heart rammed against my chest in a quick succession. Father must have heard my heavy breathing since he was seated next to me but he chose to remain mute.Shutting my eyes, I took in a deep breath as I couldn't wait for dinner time to be over. My plan was to run off from all these.I wanted to run off to a place where no one knows me and so it would be easy for me to start a new life there without anyone judging me. Unfortunately for me, after dinner, they all left the table like it was planned befor




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