Semua Bab Married To The Other Brother.: Bab 1 - Bab 5

The weather is a bit too chilly, and snow has covered most of the roads, but there is no way I am going to miss this dinner, not in this lifetime. It is my birthday, and for the first time since Sam and I started dating, he has planned something for me. Sam has never been the type to plan dates or do most of the romantic things men do for the women they love, and that is one of the reasons Clare has never liked him. She has always complained about how little effort he puts into our relationship and would constantly tell me to leave him, but there was no way I was going to do that. Not when I had had a crush on Sam since high school and had spent years hoping that one day, he would finally become the kind of man I knew he could be. Maybe that day has finally come. He has never even planned anything for my birthday before, but this year, he made reservations at one of the finest restaurants in LA and told me to be ready by seven. I still cannot believe it. Maybe Clare has been wr

The tears keep flowing freely, refusing to stop. I know I have to pull myself together, but the pain is unbearable, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't. Where did things go wrong? My phone soon starts ringing, and I immediately sit up, hoping it is him. Maybe he has realized that he made a mistake. Maybe he has had enough time to calm down and has called to take back everything he said. My hands scramble through the things in my bag until they finally find my phone, but when I look at the screen, my heart sinks. It isn't him. It's Clare. I wipe my face with the back of my palm before swiping to answer the call. “Girl, where are you? Do you know how worried I am?” Her voice comes through the phone, and the moment I hear it, whatever little control I had left disappears. The words refuse to come out of my mouth. Instead, I burst into another round of tears. “Are you okay? What happened?” “Sophy, say something!” “He ended things.” My voice breaks as I struggle to speak.

A scoff of disbelief leaves me.“Why would you marry me? You don't even know anything about me.”I stare at him, waiting for an explanation that will make any of this sound remotely reasonable, but he remains completely composed, sitting on the couch as though proposing marriage to a woman he barely knows is just another business decision that needs to be discussed and finalized.“Well, I think I know everything I need to know about you,” he begins, his voice calm. “This marriage isn't something that's going to be built on love. I don't need love. I need partnership, intelligence, discretion, and I think you have all of those qualities.”I narrow my eyes at him, still trying to understand how he could possibly know enough about me to make such a judgment.Silence fills the room for a moment before he continues.“The marriage will be for three years, renewable by mutual agreement. There are clear exit clauses, and you'll have full financial security. I will provide for my wife as a hus