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Chapter 18
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The press conference made headlines within hours.“O’Connell CEO Confirms Marriage to Rising Fashion Star.”“Lena Wellington Speaks Out: ‘There’s Nothing Fake About Us.’”“Power Couple or Publicity Stunt? Carson O’Connell Breaks Silence.”By morning, the internet was buzzing with praise, curiosity, and skepticism. But one thing was clear—Carson and Lena were no longer in hiding.Lena scrolled through her phone slowly, reading the comments. Most were supportive, admiring her poise and bravery. A few were mean-spirited, accusing her of being a gold-digger. She sighed and locked the screen.“Don’t read too many,” Carson said, walking into the room with two mugs of coffee.“I know,” she replied. “But part of me wants to see what people are saying. Just to prepare myself.”Carson handed her a mug and sat beside her. “We told our truth. That’s all that matters.”She sipped her coffee, then looked at him. “Do you think we got ahead of them in time?”Carson’s eyes darkened slightly. “Yes. But
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the progression of Lena and Carson’s relationship,The next morning, sunlight spilled gently across the bed sheets, warming Lena’s skin. She stirred slowly, her eyes blinking open to the soft sounds of birdsong outside. For a moment, she didn’t move. Her head rested on a firm chest, and strong arms were loosely wrapped around her.Carson.Memories from the night before flooded back—his kiss, their whispered promises, the way his touch wasn’t rushed, but intentional. There was no contract between them last night. No roles to play. Just raw, vulnerable honesty.She tilted her head slightly to look at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. For once, he looked peaceful—unburdened. Lena let herself savor it for a few more seconds before quietly slipping out of bed and pulling on a robe.Downstairs, the house was still. She padded to the kitchen, where the staff greeted her warmly.“Good morning, ma’am,” one of them said. “Would you like your usual tea?”“Yes, please,” she smiled.
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The following week passed in a gentle blur. Lena resumed her duties at the Fendis design studio, pouring herself into sketching, observing Kenny, and bonding more with Abigail. Despite the whispers and side glances from other designers, Lena held her head high. With Carson’s quiet encouragement echoing in her mind and her own growing self-confidence, she had no time for insecurity.Kenny, as flamboyant and dramatic as ever, took Lena under his wing with surprising seriousness. “Darling,” he would say, flicking his pen with flair, “you have an eye. Raw, but promising. Just don’t let those background dancers in the studio steal your light.”Lena would laugh, shaking her head. “They’re talented too, Kenny.”“Yes, but this isn’t kindergarten. Everyone’s talented. You have to stand out.”Abigail, bubbly as ever, remained Lena’s closest ally in the studio. They shared lunch breaks and whispered jokes over fabric swatches. It felt… normal. And Lena hadn’t felt normal in a long time.But bene
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The dining room of the O’Connell estate was large and exquisitely designed, with a chandelier casting a golden glow over the long mahogany table. Fine china was set in front of each chair, and the air smelled faintly of roasted duck and honey-glazed vegetables. Everything looked perfect—too perfect.Lena took her seat beside Carson, her spine straight, her eyes observant. Stephanie sat across from her, smugness dripping from every gesture. Mrs. O’Connell took the head of the table, her gaze cold but collected.Dinner began in silence, forks clinking lightly against porcelain.“So, Lena,” Mrs. O’Connell finally said, cutting through the stillness. “How is your position at Fendis? I hear you were given quite a high title for someone so new.”Lena smiled politely, already expecting the jab. “Yes, ma’am. Kenny believes in pushing talent early. I’m learning fast and contributing where I can.”“Interesting,” she replied, sipping her wine. “Back in my day, people worked for years before gett
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The next morning, Lena woke up feeling slightly more rested than she had expected. She stretched and stared at the ceiling for a moment before rising from the bed. Despite the awkward encounter with Carson’s family the day before, she felt oddly calm—like something had quietly shifted.She moved to the window and drew back the curtains. Soft rays of sunlight bathed the room, warming her skin. She smiled faintly to herself. Maybe today would be different.After a quick shower, she made her way downstairs, expecting to find the dining room empty. But Carson was already there, dressed casually in a fitted polo shirt and slacks, sipping coffee as he read the morning paper on his tablet.He looked up as she entered. “Morning.”“Morning,” she replied, surprised by the softness in his tone.He gestured to the seat beside him. “Come eat. I had the kitchen prepare something you might like.”Lena sat down and glanced at the table. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, fruit slices, and fresh juice. Her hea
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Lena sat quietly in the back garden of Carson’s estate, her hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea. The garden was peaceful this time of the morning, with birds chirping and soft sun rays piercing through the trimmed hedges. She needed this quiet—something to ground her emotions. Stephanie’s call still rang in her ears, every insult like a bruise she couldn’t hide.She hadn’t told Carson about the phone call. Not because she was scared, but because she didn’t want to burden him—again. He was already dealing with enough: his uncle’s betrayal, his family’s cold attitude, and now a wife who brought trouble wherever she went.Lena sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The early morning breeze kissed her skin, but even its freshness couldn’t clear her mood. Her phone buzzed beside her. It was Ella.Ella: “How’s married life, Mrs. O’Connell?”Lena managed a smile as she typed back.Lena: “Complicated. But I’m managing.”Seconds later, the phone rang. Lena picked it up immediately
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