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He whispers as I massage his hair, and I say, "I couldn't concentrate because you were constantly on my mind. " "You didn't get the right feels?" Sinclair frowns and I nod. After graduating from college, I finally gave in to the urge to turn something I've always enjoyed doing into a career– writing. I published my first book months ago and I didn't expect the support and love I got from everyone. It was overwhelming— still is— and Sinclair is always there to assure me my success is because I deserved it– not because I got lucky. Trying to get on the second part, however, turned out to be a problem, because I just can't seem to get myself into the characters and I took a week off for myself,

There was clear dissatisfaction and disdain in her eyes. Just when I thought this one-sided matchmaking session was about to fall apart, Yuvan's mocking thoughts suddenly rang in my ears. 'Benjamin is the 99th marriage candidate Kayla's looked at, and he's the ugliest one so far. If she picks him, my chances will be much better. No matter whether it's looks or talent, I'm miles ahead of him. He's just a spoiled rich kid living off his family. That's exactly the type Kayla hates. Once they're married, she won't even spare him a glance.'

Trisha exclaimed, smiling. "I feel it too." I narrowed my eyes because they were both acting weird and finished putting on my shoes. —Here, put on some makeup—Verónica handed me a bag with her cosmetics. "What did my mother tell you?" I wanted to know, pulling out a mirror and starting to put on a little makeup because I didn't want to look emaciated and less sleepless. I wanted to forget about everything today, to get rid of stress and bad vibes. Whenever I think of bad vibes, the image of Oliver Price comes to my mind. He's the devil himself and I hate him. If I had it in front of me...

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

I'm a bad liar. "Mom, I finished my apprenticeship now and you know I wanted to become an English teacher remember?" My heart is pounding loudly. "Yes, honey." "Before I can get a job as an English teacher I have to study English but there is another way too to become an English teacher... I could go to an English country for half a year and learn their language and culture so I have almost the same experiences as English students from the university."

"look, I know the whole idea of coming here is wrong but I did it to make you happy. The least you can do is try to control your Family." "Oh! I see as you did with yours right?" "Stop being a hypocrite Vee. At least my mom had a reason to be angry but what is your mom's excuse? She is just an aggressive poor woman." "Wait, I'm confused. Did I at any point in time fake my identity about being some rich kid? "No, why?" "So right from time, you knew I wasn't up to your standard yet, you choose to go out with me." There we go again!

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

“Crystal.” I exhaled, steadying myself. “Rule Four: One hundred and eighty days. Six months is enough to sell the story, not enough for it to rot. After that, we stage the breakup. Irreconcilable differences. Mutual respect. Everyone walks away with their reputations intact.” He pushed off the sofa and stepped closer, his presence filling the room in that maddening way it always did. “You’ve thought this through.” “This is what I do,” I said, chin high. “I build stories people believe. And for the next six months, we are going to be just another story.”

He acted as if he did not know me, as if I was someone else he had never seen. One thing I realized about him is that he’s a pro. Legitimate pro in this field. I wouldn’t be surprised if that one had a lot of kids because he seemed to know very well that the roundabout cycle of the set up of two of us. Is this what he does all the time? Send his surrogates on his company then ignore the hell out of them? Is he that ashamed to let everyone know that he’s trying to conceive with somebody because he fucking want a kid?