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The day my grandfather died was the day I learned that even my future could be taken from me.I had barely said goodbye to him when my mother introduced me to the man she had already chosen to become my husband.“This is Adrian, your fiancé.” She said it casually. Like it was nothing. Like she hadn't just placed a stranger in front of me and handed him the rest of my life.My eyes widened as I looked at him. Adrian Beaumont. Tall, how and impossibly composed.There was an aura of cold dignity around him, the kind that came from being born into money and never having to question whether the world would make room for him. His dark suit was perfectly tailored. His expression was neutral.He extended his hand. “Adrian Beaumont.”I stared at his hand. I didn't take it.“Adrian is the heir to the Beaumont Group,” my mother continued. “The two of you will make a powerful couple.”Powerful. That was what she cared about. Not whether I wanted him. Not whether I knew him. Not whether I had even

Caleste eyes gleamed with unshead tears. She turned around before it fell and walked away. She didn't wait for him to answer. She couldn't stand seeing he watched her cry again. If she stayed there another second, she knew she would break in front of him.Behind her, Sam didn't call her name. That hurt too. She kept walking away.The next morning was Saturday. Sam was at the Aerie, standing in front of the kitchen island with a cup of coffee when the private elevator opened.“Papa Sam!”He looked up. Maya stepped out wearing a pink jacket, sneakers, and the most impatient expression a twelve-year-old could possibly make. “You're not ready!”Sam glanced down at himself. “I am ready.”“You're wearing a shirt.”“That's usually a good start.”“And you haven't done your hair.”He touched his hair. “What’s wrong with it?”“Everything.”She grabbed his wrist. “Come on. You promised.”“I didn't forget.”“Our date day.”“I remember.”She narrowed her eyes. “You're not going to cancel, are you?