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“Declan, I said get my whole body in the shot! Why is it just my face? What is this, a passport photo?”I pressed my lips together, watching Dylan’s parents. We had just touched down in New Zealand and they were already bickering. Dylan and I aren’t like that, so I couldn't help but watch them with a mix of confusion and fascination.How do they stay together when they’re always at each other's throats?Dylan’s dad groaned, fumbling with his phone. “I don't even know how to turn the zoom off. Who was messing with my settings?”I bit back a laugh. He looked like he was bordering on a full-blown panic attack just trying to figure out which button to press.“Dylan! Dylan, get over here!” I looked at Dylan as his mom called out. Just like his father, he let out a low groan before pushing himself up from his seat.Before he headed over, he caught my eye. “Stay put, okay? I’m just going to go help Mom and Dad,” he said.I gave him a small nod and a tight smile.

“They’re getting married.”“W-What? Are you serious?” I asked, the words barely finding their way out of my throat.He let out a harsh breath, looking away. “Their parents arranged the whole thing. The wedding is set for four months from now.”There was a heavy silence between us, the kind that makes your ears ring. I watched him, my mind racing, waiting for him to say more. Finally, he spoke up again.“I have an offer.”I frowned, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “What is it? You keep mentioning this ‘offer,’ but you haven't actually said what it is.”“You want to beat them to it?”My brows shot up. “What do you even mean by that?”He smirked, leaning in closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. I couldn't help but swallow hard.“Marry me, Kaia.”God knows how much I tried to resist the temptation. He knows how hard I fought to protect myself, to build walls against anything that might wreck me in the future. I’d spent years avo

WARNING. Mature Content Ahead. R18. “I’d offer to help you move your things, but I just remembered— Kaia was already living in your house before you even got married,” Lance said, chuckling as he looked at Dylan. “Is that supposed to be a good thing, or...” I trailed off, raising an eyebrow. Lance laughed. “A good thing, of course! At least you won't have the headache of moving heavy furniture,” he quickly added. I laughed along; I was only teasing him, but he took it so seriously. “By the way, why didn't you stop by the main house? Aren't you going home tonight?” I looked at Dylan when he asked Lance that. I nodded absently. We had just arrived from New Zealand and dropped off Dylan’s parents at their home, but Lance had insisted on tagging along with us. Danielle, Maurice, and Iverson had headed straight to Batangas for the family hacienda, so we’d parted ways at the airport. “I just have to drop something off on the

“Kaia, sweetheart! I’m glad you caught Aziel before he left. What brings you here so suddenly?”I snapped my gaze away from Aziel the moment Grandma spoke. Right. She had no idea things were nuclear between us. I took a deep breath, forcing a small, tight smile onto my face.“I just wanted to visit, Grandma. I didn’t get a chance to call because I just got back from...”I trailed off, realizing what I was about to say. I quickly smoothed it over with another forced smile. “I’ve just been away for a few weeks, so I haven't been able to drop by. Things got a lot busier than I expected,” I added, trying to keep my voice light.I wasn’t sure if I should tell her about Dylan yet. Even though she liked him, I knew it would be a massive shock if I just dropped the news that we’d run off and gotten married in another country without so much as a text to her.“Oh, is that so?” she asked. I nodded, but then her brow furrowed as she peered behind me, looking like she expect

“You went here right after the trial?”Dylan nodded slowly, unable to give a proper answer because his mouth was full. He was eating like a man who hadn’t seen food in days—shoveling it in, one bite after another, looking completely famished.I groaned. “There are drive-thrus, Dylan. Why didn’t you stop? It’s almost eight at night and you’ve only had breakfast. You know you get cranky when your blood sugar drops,” I lectured, shaking my head as I watched him eat.“Stopping would have added time to the trip. I barely beat the rush hour as it was; I didn't want to risk getting stuck just for a burger.”I rolled my eyes. Is he for real?“I told you not to follow me. You’re so stubborn, and look what happened. You missed your meals and you got punched in the face. Talk about a streak of bad luck, huh? You’re lucky there were leftovers, otherwise you’d be waiting even longer,” I added, my tone softening despite the scolding.“If I hadn't followed you, I wouldn't b