Todos os capítulos de Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I couldn’t believe it—I was back at my parents’ house for the second time in one week. What the heck was going on?After that awkward reunion dinner, I’d made a clean escape, dodging further conversations with Reid and retreating to my apartment. My plan was to forget the entire encounter. But my mother clearly had other ideas, calling me relentlessly even when I was in the middle of shooting content for small brands. Things had finally started picking up with my content creation, and I wasn’t about to let anything derail me.Still, my mother’s persistence wore me down. Now here I was, sitting in the living room, staring at my parents with growing apprehension.“We have something to discuss with you,” Mom began, her nervous eyes darting to my father.My father cleared his throat, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the tension. “I’ll get straight to the point.”I braced myself. When Daniel Prescott spoke, there were no sugar-coated words.“The company is going under, and to save

I was sick of it.Being a content creator meant I lived for the camera, but this time I wanted nothing to do with pictures or social media posts. Mia, however, was having the time of her life.“I need to talk to Reid,” I said as she took yet another shot of my engagement ring.“How many pictures do you even need?” I grumbled, snatching my hand back.“Patience, sis. This is gold,” Mia said smugly, snapping one last shot.The worst part? She’d already made Reid and me take several photos together, all lovey-dovey like we were a real couple. I’d wanted to gag the entire time.“Eager to see your hot fiancé, I see,” Mia teased, wiggling her eyebrows.Rolling my eyes, I ignored her as I strode toward Reid and our fathers, who were deep in conversation about business.Before I could speak, Mr. Callahan pulled me into a warm hug. “Welcome to the family, Fallon.”“Thank you,” I forced out with a polite smile. “Reid, can I talk to you for a moment?”“He’s all yours,” my father said with a knowi

~Fallon~Our parents wanted the wedding to happen as soon as possible, but if I heard one more thing about planning the high society spectacle they envisioned, I might just collapse on the spot.I had finally announced to my few thousand followers that I was engaged. The congratulatory messages poured in, but each one made my stomach turn. I wished they were celebrating something real— something that wasn’t a façade of a fairytale romance with my childhood nemesis.Calling Reid my “friend” was generous at best. Nemesis was more accurate.From the moment we met, we hardly ever saw eye to eye. Sure, there were rare moments when we made a decent team, back in the fleeting days of friendship and that regrettable teenage dating phase. But mostly, he was that one person I couldn’t stand being around.When his family moved away when I was sixteen, I thought that was the end of it. Problem solved.Fast forward almost a decade later, and here he was— about to become my husband. The very though

~Fallon~The day had already been chaotic enough without Reid Callahan deciding to meddle in my life. My filming schedule was packed, and I had spent most of the morning reviewing brand partnership contracts. My car troubles were the least of my concerns until, of course, my mother had to go and spill that information to Reid.I should’ve known something was up when he called out of the blue.“Hello, Reid,” I said, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense he was about to spew.“Hey. Your mom mentioned that your car needs some work done.”I scowled, gripping the phone tightly. “Why would she tell you that?”“And why are you calling me about it?” I added sharply, my annoyance bubbling to the surface.“Let me have your address so I can send my mechanic to pick it up,” he said, completely ignoring my irritation.“No thanks,” I snapped, my pride refusing to let him swoop in and fix things.“That wasn’t a request,” he stated flatly before hanging up.I stared at the phone in disbelief,

~Reid~The Callahan estate was buzzing with energy. The clink of champagne glasses, the hum of polite conversations, and the occasional bursts of laughter filled the grand hall. Every high-society socialite worth mentioning had shown up for tonight’s engagement party, eager to witness the spectacle of a “perfect” match between Fallon Prescott and me.Perfect. What a joke.I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored suit and scanned the room. My parents thrived in this environment, smiling and schmoozing with guests as if orchestrating this merger—because that’s what this marriage was—was the greatest achievement of their lives.Fallon stood across the room, talking to some socialite who seemed captivated by whatever nonsense she was saying. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, the slit up one side revealing just enough to stir a reaction. Her hair was pulled back in some elegant twist, exposing the graceful curve of her neck.She looked stunning.And completely out of place.T