Semua Bab FALLING FOR MY FIANĆE’S SON : Bab 1 - Bab 6

DIANNEI didn’t mean to sleep with a stranger. Again. I meant to run. To escape. To save what little was left of my freedom before it was sold off in a marriage deal I didn’t agree to. But that kiss on the rooftop… His mouth on mine, the taste of tequila and something more dangerous- I didn't stop it. I couldn't. I was supposed to be getting away, putting miles between me and the life waiting to trap me.But instead, I got distracted..And now, I can’t stop replaying it. His hands. His voice. His body. The way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met, I couldn't deny him my body.And now we were here, tangled, sweaty, breathless, taking in the cool night breeze as we dried off eventually. I should’ve closed my eyes and let myself have this. Just this. A fleeting moment under someone else's skin before the world clawed me back.But my father’s voice cut through like a blade. "Your grandfather built this university brick by brick, Dianne. If it crumbles now,

Here came my wedding day. I sat here in a room full of people working on my hair and makeup.“Do you like it, ma’am?” the makeup artist asked, spinning the chair toward the mirror, her smile wide and genuine.Were all makeup artists this cheerful? Somehow, her bright energy made the whole morning feel lighter.I smiled when I saw myself.I looked... surprisingly pretty.I never wore much makeup—I was always scared I’d end up looking like a clown, not to mention the breakouts. But now I barely recognize myself.I looked like one of those perfect Barbie dolls, and for a second, I couldn’t believe it was me.My long smooth black hair was neatly curled and I loved it.I always kept my hair straight so I looked different now.I nodded my head, “Yes.”She smiled back. “Perfect! Let's get you in your dress now, okay?”I gave a small nod before standing and stepping into the dress. I couldn’t believe it, but a little part of me felt excited. The white gown, the makeup—it all felt unreal. Alm

“Fuck,” I groaned, balling up the seventh piece of paper and tossing it into the trash.I’d been glued to this chair for the past eight hours, staring at a blank page. Not a single usable word. It’d been two years since I released my last book, and my publisher had been breathing down my neck for months to get something started. But here I was—burnt out, uninspired, blocked.I turned my swivel chair toward my phone. 2:03 PM. I hadn’t even gone downstairs all morning. Then again, I couldn’t blame myself. The house was too big. Everything I needed was upstairs—except the main kitchen. There was a smaller kitchenette near my room, but the real pantry was downstairs.I continued brainstorming, I had already gotten an idea, I didn’t just know how to put it. I rubbed my hands on my face, looking down at myself. Married to a billionaire and I wore nothing but a baggy t-shirt with nothing under it. You need to up your night-wear game, Dianne. Just then I heard the door open and I saw Noah,