Todos los capítulos de The Second Arrangement : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Mia Brooks slipped into the café with an apologetic smile, shrugging off her coat as she spotted Chelsea already waiting at a table by the window. She made her way over, dropping her bag onto the empty chair beside her before sinking into the seat opposite.“Hi,” she said, slightly out of breath.Chelsea smiled. “Hi. I ordered for you already. Latte and a bagel.”Mia glanced at the steaming cup that had just been set in front of her. “Thanks.”Chelsea studied her for a moment. “So, what’s up? You look a little worn out.”Mia let out a tired breath.“I feel worn out. I still haven’t found anyone to replace you, and rent’s due in, like, a week.”Chelsea frowned. “Still? I thought you already put the room up. You didn’t get any candidates?”“I did. Three, actually.” Mia reached for her coffee. “But they were all men. I’m not sharing my apartment with a random man I don’t know.”Chelsea nodded in understanding.“I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this.” She offered Mia a sympathetic smi

Mia stood in the doorway. Her hand gripping the frame. Callum filled the space in front of her, tall, dark-haired, suitcase at his side.“Callum,” she said again, voice soft. “What are you doing here?”His eyes stayed on hers. “Let me come in please.”She didn’t move at first. Then she stepped back. “Fine.”Callum walked past her. His arm brushed hers. He set the suitcase near the couch and turned to face her. The apartment felt smaller.Mia closed the door and crossed her arms. “Explain. Now.”He ran a hand through his hair. “Aubrey Miller doesn’t exist. I made the profile. Paid the deposit.” He paused, jaw tight. “I know it was wrong, Mia. I crossed a line. But you needed a roommate. I needed to be here. You weren’t going to let me help any other way.”She stared at him. Heat rose in her cheeks. “You lied. You pretended to be someone else just to force your way back into my life?”Callum took a slow breath. He stepped closer but kept his hands at his sides. “I’m sorry. I should have

Callum left the office earlier than usual. The drive to his mother’s house took nearly an hour in the evening traffic. He kept one hand on the wheel of his black Mercedes, the engine purring smoothly beneath him. The car was luxurious without being flashy — soft leather seats, tinted windows, the kind of quiet power that matched the life he lived. Outside, the sky was turning that deep orange-pink that only happened in the city at this time of year. The road stretched ahead, lined with tall buildings giving way to wider streets and gated neighborhoods as he got closer to the upscale part of town where his mother lived.His mind kept drifting. Elena Blackwood was not the type to let things go. She had always been resilient, even after his father passed away five years ago. She ran her own social circle with the same sharp efficiency she expected from everyone else. She cared about him deeply — that much he knew. But she also believed she knew what was best for the family name. And she