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And then came home to her bed. She probably knew that I slept with other women. Hell, she’d probably known for a long time. But she knew she didn’t really have a say in the matter. She didn’t want this marriage any more than I did. I was sure of it. But it was the Mafia. Everything we did was for the family’s sake – or money’s. I didn’t love her, heck, I hardly spent any time with her, yet she stayed at home, loyal to me like a little lap dog. I couldn’t care less about her.

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.

"You knew Leo was my son! Why didn't you tell me? Why did you just watch me being manipulated by that woman?" A trace of resignation flashed through Lorenzo's eyes as he looked at his son, who was drowning in pain and despair. He replied coldly, "I never expected my son to be so stupid. Why should I be responsible for your stupidity?" "Stupid? You were the one who told me to marry Aurelia! You arranged everything! Since I was eighteen, you've been telling me to marry her, to form an alliance with the Astor family!" Henson's voice trembled.

“Kriti, see, he’s the best groom and has the best family we’ve found for you in the last two years. This family is far better than any of the other proposals. We’ve researched them all, and I’m sure that you’ll be treated like a real princess in that house. They have everything, and Arnav…he’s a gem who’ll complement my golden daughter perfectly. Just trust me and try to brush off these doubts of yours.” I nodded looking into her eyes as I shook off the memories. We were married today in a traditional ceremony and here I was busy with a trail of thoughts. My eyes fell upon a cute, yellow flower pot on the nightstand and it pulled me back to the present. There was a large cupboard on the left

What I had just seen was not something I could un-see, and the bond sitting warm in my chest was not making it easier to pretend otherwise. My own body was betraying me in ways I had not given it permission to, and that was perhaps the most infuriating thing that had happened today, which was saying something given the day I had just had. The moon goddess had a very specific sense of humour, I decided. She had taken my mother, given me a dormant wolf, forced me into a marriage I did not want, and then had the nerve to make the man on the other side of it look like that. I heard the shower running through the door and made a deliberate effort to think about something else.

Auden is quiet and just keeps nodding and agreeing with whatever his Dad tells him. It was business, after all, so we also got married because of our parents’ companies. We're now eating our brunch. We haven't eaten breakfast well before. Her Daddy and Mommy were at the table with us. They look so sweet and delicate with each other. But as far as I know, they are also just victims of the 'Arrange-marriage concept'. I wonder how everything turned out like this. His father turned his gaze to me. "How's things working for both of you? Do you need anything?" he asked. He looked at Auden and me while waiting for an answer.

“Aw, you poor baby. You’re famous and being used by the big bad corporations for their financial gain. Must be hard.” “I’m serious, Becca. I’ll pay for a state-of-the-art kitchen. I’ll take care of you.” She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t need you to take care of me.” “I know that. I just... I need help, and this is the only way I can get out of this bloody contract.” “How long?” “What?” “How long do we have to be married?” “A year, just to be safe.” Her brows shot into her hairline. “An entire year? Are you crazy?”

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

“A friend of mine wants to donate her step brother’s eyes to a hospital so that someone can benefit from it. She was told she’s not allowed to.” “If the parents didn’t divorce and she’s legally related to the deceased then she has the right. They’re still family.” Scarlett takes out another piece of paper and shows it to him. “I also want to know how I can get out of this?” Jeffrey reads the documents and is stunned. “A contract marriage?” He gasps. “But-” “I’m tired of living with Ryder,” Scarlett lies. “It’s too much. He still has…well, he has a history with my sister and this marriage was only a sham to make her jealous. He wants her back.”