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Lincoln said but I just smirk and raised an eyebrow at him. "Feral or not feral, they're all just the same rogues, Lincoln. But I'll consider your suggestion." I replied to Lincoln and fake a smile at him just to annoy him. "What if your mate turns out to be a rogue? If that day will come then I will thank the moon goddess for giving you the karma that you deserve, Michael." Lincoln said and then he went to the small garden located on the side of the packhouse, I saw him picked some flowers.

Been gay since I was a kid, so I never had to bother about unexpectedly falling for those women I seduce every now and then. I rolled my eyes in irritation and disgust, wanting to snap the girl’s throat. It was clear she doesn’t genuinely care about him. I knew she was cheating on him from my reliable sources and I was already planning on taking care of her like I did his past girlfriends. I don’t hurt any of them, I just lure them away from him because they’re like bees to honey and can’t ever resist money. That’s all I sometimes need to throw in their faces and the rest is always history.

Damien would do it for sure. All I said was it was going to be an arranged marriage. When I was done with my narrating of the story, she nodded thoughtfully. I sighed lying for the first time to Cassandra and being successful in selling it to her. She always caught.. "You have got jokes, Eden. Damien is obviously not an arranged marriage material. That one month prince guy who never happened to be found with the same girl after a month is doing an arranged marriage! Don't try to fool me." Cassandra raised her voice at last, "I already heard it but you better not take me as Brenda."

I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now. Zane stood beside me, looking at the certificate briefly before sliding it into his jacket. He glanced over. "Hungry?" he asked. I stared at him. "It was a simple question." "You just married me in a government office on forty minutes notice and your follow-up is whether I want lunch?" "Brunch, technically." He checked his watch. "It's not quite noon." I opened my mouth. Closed it. Started walking toward my car. "Skylar." I stopped but didn't turn around.

The auctioneer announced, "And now, for our final and most mysterious item of the evening, a painting from an anonymous donor—‘Priceless’ Love!" A giant red curtain was pulled away. An oil painting was revealed. It depicted Fiorella in a wedding dress and Caius in a suit, painted like gaudy 18th-century nobles. The style was a caricature of classical portraiture, their proportions comical, their expressions stiff and self-satisfied. But the killing blow was the frame. Obscenely lavish, it glittered with a cheap, blinding light—it was crusted with fake diamonds that anyone with an eye for quality could spot from a mile away.

Lily had started college, Max was excelling in high school, and Emily was finally starting to open up and connect with our family. Alex and I made sure to carve out time for each other, going on date nights and taking weekend trips together. We were both busy with our careers, but we always made our family a priority. One day, as I was going through our mail, I found an envelope addressed to Alex. It was postmarked from France, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity as I handed it to him. "What's this?" I asked, as he opened the envelope. "It's from the law firm that handled our contract marriage," he said, looking up at me. "They're asking if we would be willing to be featured in

Maddie doesn’t ease into it. “You’re going to pretend to date him.” I stare at her. I blink once. Then again. “Say that again,” I say. She doesn’t smile. That’s how I know she’s serious. “You’re going to pretend to date Alex Kane.” I laugh. It comes out wrong. Too loud. Too sharp. “No,” I say. “Absolutely not.” Maddie crosses her arms. “Hear me out.” “I don’t need to hear anything,” I snapped. “I just got dumped. Publicly humiliated. Emotionally wrecked. I’m not signing up to play a girlfriend for a famous man.”

Which wasn’t that fake after all. She had to cover Emma’s mouth every once in a while to prevent her from screaming or making noises inside the library but Florence was able to tell everything she could remember, keeping the steamy details of their nights together, of course. Emma didn’t need to know that much anyway. “Holy sh*t,” Emma whispered, trying to put the pieces together in her mind. “I thought you were faking your marriage. Is he good? In bed, I mean.” Florence’s jaw opened in shock.

"You two are engaged. The board expects a wedding in three months. How are we going to make this work?" "We make it look real," Malachi said simply. "For three months, Zendaya and I pretend to be a couple. We attend events together, we're seen in public, we convince everyone that we're in love. After the wedding, we maintain the marriage for a reasonable period—a years, maybe—and then we quietly divorce. By then, Zendaya will have proven herself as CEO and her marital status won't matter anymore." “A years," I repeated numbly. "Unless you want to make it longer," Malachi said, looking at me. "But I figured you'd want out as soon as possible."