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“And in the future, keep your hands to yourself. Whatever touching rights came with our marriage are gone.” The word marriage sent me down the memory lane. And suddenly I was twenty-two years again, I’d felt like the luckiest girl alive the day I married him. Every girl at Kingstown University had wanted him. The untouchable Sebastian Hawthorne…brilliant, devastatingly handsome and completely uninterested in the parade of women who threw themselves at him. But I was the one who’d gotten close enough. The one he’d chosen. Quiet, clumsy, secondhand-books-and-late-night-coffee me. He’d chosen me.

Anyone observing could clearly see the rays of affection in the eyes of the man often labeled as insensitive. “You can ask Vlora.” Velia turned to Vlora, and her husband's secretary smiled casually, seemingly not at all bothered by the decision. “Thanks, but we're sure we'll be fine, Ma’am.” Velia nodded. “Very well then. In that case, may your marriage be a happy one.” The line of guests continued. This time another couple approached them. “Congratulations!” Andreas shook hands with Maxwell Hernandez and said, “Oh, I thought you wouldn't even come to my party, considering you didn't even show up at your cousin's wedding.”

“I’m perfectly capable to act accordingly based on society’s standards if I want.” “And you want to marry for truce?” “It is the only reason why I would consider marrying,” I said honestly. “Marriage really serves no other purpose. I don’t need companionship. I have that in my brothers and Simone. And I don’t need marriage to fulfill my sexual drive. There are enough women in Las Vegas for that.” Phoenix let out a dark laugh. “I believe you.” “I got the impression that you were in favor of a marriage between our families.”

"Allow me to read your thoughts. It would be awkward marrying your girlfriend's bestie, right." “Bingo,” I replied, snapping my fingers. "Awkward is fortunately out of the picture although in your case I'd prefer the awkward." “Enlighten me." "It's not Celeste you'll marry. It's the youngest Weston. Alena Cora Weston," he filled me in, refilling his glass. "Who's that? I've never heard of any other Weston apart from Steve and Celeste." "Right. I was shocked too. Well, she exists and she'll be your bride.”

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

“So, you don’t care about that either?” “Are you kidding? The most incredible woman in the world has agreed to be my wife. It is everything I have ever wanted. I don’t care HOW we get married. I just want to marry you. I want you to call me husband. I want to make you happy. The rest just never mattered to me.” Levi clears his throat and smiles. “I have an idea, if you are interested. You both clearly wish to be married as soon as possible. But with as little stress as possible, correct?”

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

Because I had the strange feeling that if Damien walked in right now and caught me reading about his marriage, I would have absolutely no explanation prepared. I shifted in the chair and pulled my legs up underneath me. “Just one more chapter,” I murmured. Then I turned the page. Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 2 Marriage is a strange thing. One moment, you are a stranger in someone’s house. The next time you are sharing their bed. Their mornings. Their silence. The first week of my marriage to Damien was surprisingly peaceful. Not awkward, the way people assume arranged marriages must be. Just… quiet.

Seriously? The woman hadn’t left her house in fifteen years. Pretty sure she wasn’t planning skiing weekends in the Alps anytime soon. And the section about “potential future children living abroad” was pure fantasy – this marriage would last exactly as long as it took to merge Montana Corp with Xenos. Maybe eighteen months if we were being generous. These idiots had clearly never met an actual recluse heiress. They were probably picturing some social butterfly who’d want access to vacation homes and international custody arrangements. Constance would more likely negotiate for premium WiFi and organic grocery delivery.

“I can give you the east-coast land. On one condition.” “Register our marriage.” I blinked. “Does that mean our previous contract doesn’t count anymore?” He brushed his fingertips across my lips. “We are a de facto married couple. What’s mine is yours.” The small sting on my lip made me lick it without thinking. His eyes darkened instantly. I thought for a moment and shook my head. “I only want the land.” Money in my pocket belonged to me. Money locked inside a marriage did not. Especially not in a bizarre novel world like this one.