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Chapter 60: Navy-Blue Wrap Dress
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The Vows We Fake Chapter 63: The Invitation
The entire estate abuzz with whispers, like bees trapped behind velvet drapes. A ball. An actual, full-scale, high-profile, invitation-only ball organized by Zane Blackwood himself… on less than three days’ notice. It sounded like a joke, but the gold-trimmed invitation lying on my desk said otherwise. “An impromptu celebration of love,” the invite had read, sealed with the Blackwood family crest. But whose love were we celebrating exactly? I tapped the edge of the card as Leah adjusted swatches beside me in the planning office. My thoughts weren’t on fabric or florals. They were tangled around one man. Zane. No one had seen this coming, not even Sera. When she stormed into the main office earlier, cheeks flushed and eyes narrowed, it was clear she’d only just received her invitation too. She didn’t say anything outright, but her presence left a chill in the room. “Are you going?” Leah asked me now, carefully pinning ivory silk to a foam board. She eyed me over the edge of her c
The Vows We Fake Chapter 62: Stolen Attraction
I closed my eyes tightly for a short while. Why did Zane have to interrupt? “Zane,” Chase replied, unfazed. “Always good to see you. Though I think your timing is... inconvenient.” Zane didn’t even look at him. His eyes were on me. And God, they were burning. There was a heat there I hadn’t seen in days. He took me in, from the plunging neckline of my blouse to the high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged my hips, and his jaw flexed twice. “You’re needed upstairs,” he said curtly, addressing me. I lifted my chin. “You could’ve sent a text.” “I don’t trust phones anymore,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Too many people listening.” Chase gave a mock-wounded look. “Now I feel left out. Should I be jealous?” Zane finally turned to him. “You should be careful.” “I’m not scared of you, Blackwood.” Zane’s smile was deadly. “You should be.” I stepped between them, chest tight. “Okay. That’s enough. I have work to do, remember?” Chase nodded and stepped back, lifting his hands in sur
The Vows We Fake Chapter 61: Postponement and Indecision
Outside, the heat clung to my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating off Zane as he followed me out to the terrace. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just stood there, fists in his pockets, breathing unevenly. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he finally said. I faced him, arms crossed beneath my chest. His eyes flicked there instantly, then away like he regretted looking but couldn’t help it. “You noticed?” I said coolly. “Shocking.” “You look—” He stopped, then swallowed. “You look like you’re trying to kill someone with that dress.” “Do you always make it a habit to comment on women’s clothes?” “No. Just yours.” I laughed, low and dangerous. “That sounds possessive, Zane.” His eyes darkened. “I am possessive.” My breath caught. I tried to pass. He stepped in front of me. “I see you’ve made a new friend,” he said, voice low. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “Mr. Carter,” he said. “Didn’t realize he had such… personal interest in our staff.” I tilted my head, fury sp
The Vows We Fake Chapter 60: Navy-Blue Wrap Dress
I avoided Zane. I buried myself in work, meetings, and spreadsheets, in anything that didn’t smell like cedarwood cologne or sound like a voice that used to live in my head when I was lonely. I didn’t text him, didn’t look at him during briefings, didn’t smile when his fingers brushed mine during a hand-off of sample palettes. I simply ceased to exist in his orbit, and pretended he didn’t still hold gravity over me. But he noticed. Of course, he noticed. His stares were heavier than silence. When I slipped past him in the hallway, he turned his body fully, like the weight of my retreat was something he couldn’t bear to ignore. His eyes begged questions. Mine gave him a wall. Every time his name popped up on my phone, I deleted the message without opening it. Every time I heard his footsteps echo down the hall, I turned in the opposite direction. I needed space. I needed air. And I needed to remember that his wedding was only a few days away. So the dress I was wearing today… it d
The Vows We Fake Chapter 59: Chessboard
“I’m not yours to burn anymore,” I said, voice shaking. “You chose someone else. Remember?” The room felt too stuffy, too hot. His gaze on me wasn’t helping, either. I had to leave. I turned around and headed for the door. I was done. Done being played like some fragile piece on Zane Blackwood’s twisted chessboard. Before I got to the door, Zane’s fingers closed tightly around my wrist. “Amara,” he said, low and even. “You need to stop walking away from every damn conversation.” I spun on my heels. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you remember how I prefer my arguments? Or did you just hear about that too?” His jaw flexed, something unreadable flashing across his face. “I don’t remember you.” I sucked in a sharp breath, that old familiar sting pricking behind my eyes. “I’ve told you,” he continued, voice quieter now, “I don’t remember the past. Not us. Not what we were. But I heard things: about who you were, what you meant to me. What you… endured. I hired you because I needed answers. I ne
The Vows We Fake Chapter 58: Bystander in His Mess
Zane insisted on hiring me? Not Sera? She tilted her head, the way you do when you have a degree of power over someone. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? This whole time, you thought it was a happy accident, didn’t you?” I stared at her, blood pulsing in my ears. “He saw your name on the agency list and made a few calls. Insisted you be assigned to our wedding. Mr. Aloof and Unbothered went through the trouble of making sure you of all people were the one planning his big day.” She let that sink in. “Romantic, don’t you think?” “No,” I said, voice flat. “It’s manipulative.” Her smile flickered, just for a second. “Careful, Amara. You’re not the only one who’s hurt.” I looked away, keeping my face an emotionless mask. “You should ask yourself why he never told you,” Sera said. “Maybe you’re not as special as you think. Maybe, as you said, it’s all manipulative. At the end of the day, he’s getting married to me, not you. I didn’t think you’d ever settle to be a side chick, yet here we are
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