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She had resolved to stand her ground in the face of this bizarre and heartless situation. Jonathan’s voice was cold as he handed Hazel a document. “Hazel, I believe it’s time we discuss the levirate contract. According to our traditions, as my brother’s widow, you are to marry me.” Hazel’s eyes widened with disbelief and grief, “What?!” Her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and anger. Jonathan’s sadistic smirk appeared as he leaned in, his eyes devoid of empathy. “Life is unpredictable, Hazel. You should consider yourself fortunate to be under my protection. Sign the contract, and your future will be secure. I’m sorry for your trouble.”

Why did I want to break up with him? I turned that question over in my head and looked at it from different angles and the honest answer was that I did not have a good one. He loved me. I knew he loved me the way you know something that has just become part of the furniture of your life, settled and solid and not something you question on a normal day. And did I love him back. Absolutely. Without question. Without hesitation. In a way that sometimes scared me when I sat with it too long in a quiet room.

My expression was as dispassionate as I could muster, I had to think of something, because Jacob was so close to the truth. "The only reason I married your brother was to avoid courting Christian. Yes this marriage was planned because the Mendovas plan on partnering with Zachary so I was married off to achieve this." I said, he still didn't look convinced. "Besides you are aware your brother despises me he didn't want anything to do with me until I proposed my offer and that's why we got married. It's a contract between both of us." I said. "And what was it ?" Jacob asked.

Mishka asked, creasing her nose while Christian was looking at her calmly. “I agree, we don’t know each other. I agree we didn’t get a chance to know each other. I agree we are different from each other, but there is a thing in this world called Arranged Marriage. Why can’t we just get married normally and see where it goes?” She asked, holding her tears back, but her heart was pounding inside her chest thinking about her future and Leo’s illness. “Because I don’t want to complicate my life. I don’t love you and I don’t want to marry you,” Christian spat in a high pitch, but then he composed himself.

Karis could never hate me; she had a long-time crush on me. "What's wrong if it is an arranged marriage? Even though it was not me or you, due to our families, we would have still ended up in one." I scoffed at her, she was visibly pissed at my words. I could see her clenched her fist by her side. Her eyes were shooting daggers at my heart tearing me apart. It was hard to believe she genuinely hated me it was beyond my imagination.

He smiled dreamily. "Oh, that's nice" I said before turning away and bluntly looked past all the street lights that we were passing through. Oh, Jones. Little do you know that all arranged marriages don't work. I have been coaxed into an arranged marriage with a person who I didn't know, existed until a few days ago. I hope that I can make this marriage work. I very much do. I can't say my wedding vows without meaning them. I hate this. I hate everything that's happening now. I hate how Lorenzo is so negative regarding the idea of this marriage.

“He is a man of honor and that is why I refuse to keep quiet when you refused to hear him out. What you do not understand that it is his right to have a mistress, to scorn you and do a lot of unimaginable things to you but he does not. He is one of those few good ones left, even your father is not as saintly as Jared is.” “He does not have to run around acting like this is a love match and he does that because he sees it as right now, it is your turn to forgive him and act a little woman.” “He should not have cheated on me.” Alexa grumbled. “But he did and that is even beside the point, the point is that, you are treating this like a love marriage and while it is nice since it means you are

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until I could finally speak, repeating his question back. "You want me to tell you why I hate you?" I passed it over and over, the thought absurd. "Do you think of me as such a fool, to continue loving you even after everything you did?" I wrapped my anger around me like armor, grounding myself in it. "Loving you was a choice I made. No matter how stupid it was. Hating you is no different." I did not allow myself to notice his quickened heartbeat at my words. "But you hate me too, don't you? So why don't we have equal rights?"

’ Jace nodded and followed her lead to the garden. The garden stretched out beautifully-a masterpiece of calm. The grass was beautifully trimmed, the roses arranged in clusters of red, white, and yellow. A small fountain whispered quietly in the middle, and by either sides of it was a white oval swing chair, hanging in a carved wood frame. The cushion on it looked so soft enough, two people could sit on it. Maria left immediately as he walked over, brushing his fingers across the cushion before sitting down. The swing moved slightly, creaking softly as he leaned back. Beside him was a book- wuthering heights- Laura’s maybe. He picked it up, flipped through the pages and smiled faintly. He di

“You and your secrets.” “You love it,” he said, squeezing my hand. And maybe I did. Because as messy as our story had been—full of betrayal, bullets, and bruises—it had also been filled with something real. Something worth fighting for. Love. And for the first time, I was ready to claim it without fear. Without doubt. We weren’t perfect. We were battle-scarred and bruised. But we were still standing. And that was enough. For now.