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I whispered one more time, hoping he could hear it. When I gathered my strength and returned my senses I made my way to my room. It looked like it's going to be a long night of overthinking again. I'm going to wake up again. When I lied down, I kept asking myself if this was really the solution to my problem.Arranged marriage to my boss? For real? Before I could go to sleep, I read the contract he gave me. I'm not shocked at all because somehow, I already know what he wanted. This arranged marriage would be about me, submitting myself completely to him.

he counters, as if that justifies it all. I nod, finally, the motion feeling like the shattering of my own fantasy. My sister is right. My mother is right. In their eyes, and maybe in reality, we did just get married for the sex. To legitimize a desire that felt too big and too wrong to contain. But this—the manipulation, the secret war he was waging on my phone, the catastrophic timing—this isn’t how marriage is meant to be. This is a horrible, twisted version of it. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling very small and very, very young. "You should go, Paul. I’ll send my attorney to deliver the divorce papers. It’s best if we sign them now, while we’re still in Vegas."

Kathleen has been visiting Damien's studio wishing if she could peek at Andromeda's gown. But not a single choice. It seems that Damien is working with something else. She tried to peek on it or even try a few gowns to interrupt Damien, but he declined her and said that he had meetings. Kathleen did everything but damn it. Why can't she just beat her own cousin? She already saw her other cousin's gown. Sabrina who is now married to Gabriel Lawson. It has real gems and it became her dream to wear such a gown.

~Elowen POV~ For the third time, he rejected the million-dollar compensation offered to him. Who the hell does he think he is?! I stared at the rejected document crumbling at the intensity of my grip on it, a bitter laugh escaping my lips at my own question. Of course, I know who he was. He was a man full of himself. A man whose name made any ear that heard it tingle. Someone I had never seen before yet stuck in an arranged marriage with him. A man whom I relied on stories told about him, stories that brought creeping fears to me since the day my father told me I would get married to him.

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

A dormant fireplace at a side and on the mantle, a rough art Sketch no doubt mom's. Carefully dropping the tray on one side of the table so I could arrange the messy files on the other side, I saw the file with my name written boldly on it; not a bit bothered, I moved to arrange it. It must have been one of the legal papers for my adoption process, it always requires a lot of paperwork. ‘Marital contract draft'..., picking the paper with the headline I thought I must have clumsily packed that with mine. I'm pulling the file out for separation ...I froze; this must have been a game of mind or an illusion, right?? A marriage agreement between... OLIVIA BROOKE of QUEENS CONSTRUCTION and..KELLAN

The friendly, bookish man who’d been so curious about the outside world had been intended as my husband? “That’s…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “I know it’s a lot to process. But you have to understand, arranged marriages aren’t about romance in our world. They’re about creating the next generation of gifted children, ensuring the survival of our abilities.” I thought about Karl’s genuine smile, his curiosity about my life. Had he known? When we’d talked in the hallway, had he been thinking about what might have been? “Does he know?” I asked.

He looked her in the eyes, and suddenly the weight of their arrangement felt lighter, shifting into something more promising, something that could be. Bridgette couldn’t help but smile. The humor of their initial meetings swirled into a new unpredictability filled with potential. Maybe arranged marriages weren’t so traditional; they were simply the backdrop of a new adventure waiting to unfold. As they sat on that bench, two surprised lovers navigating unforeseen affection, Bridgette felt the rush of hope blossoming, uncertain, yet exhilarating.

None of this did anything to soothe Raina's nerves. Raina picked one out of the four bonded contracts. With a bit of a quivering hand, she opened the page that described in detail the terms and conditions of the contract. The title was bold and clear - "Contract for Arranged Marriage". The first paragraph listed the names of the two parties involved, followed by a detailed description of the terms and conditions of the arrangement. Raina felt a sense of numbness as she read the words as if her heart had been put on pause. - That the marriage would be strictly a business arrangement, with no intimacy involved.

“Thank fuck. Heat. “You’re a wuss.” “You’re a yeti. You’re not even wearing a coat.” She shrugged, then headed for the coffee shop on the counter, blessedly full, and grabbed two mugs. “Cream? Sugar?” “Just a bit of cream.” After getting us our coffees, she motioned to the kitchen table, and we sat facing each other. “So what in the world brings the bad boy of Seattle hockey to my doorstep at seven in the morning?” “I need you to marry me.”