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“I mean, perhaps it’s just a coincidence… but one can’t help but wonder.” Her smile lingered, but the implication was clear: Freya’s relationship reveal, timed so closely to their launch, seemed less like love and more like a calculated move to steal the spotlight. “Of course, we hope the article about them was wrong,” Antoine said with a smile. “We wish them happiness. Genuine relationships are rare in this industry.” “True, that’s true,” the reporters gushed. “But thank goodness, both you and Mrs. Bellamy are truly in love,” one journalist commented. “It’s honestly refreshing to see a couple so in sync. You two are real role models for power couples everywhere.”

Freddie questioned frantically. To be honest, by now I expected that Freddie should have an idea of what sort of relationship I have with Kayden but he is so clueless. And I have to make an effort to make things clear to him if I want to secure my relationship with my mate. I don’t want to fight with my mate anymore. And Kayden can buy me a car if he wants now. I won’t reject his offers to help me in whatever way and as my mate it is normal for him to want me to be comfortable in a place far from our world.

“I’m so jealous. They’ll be my favorite power couple. Couple goals.” I smiled again, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Couple goals. I doubted that. The way they had been at each other’s throats earlier—yelling, snapping, slamming doors—there was nothing admirable about it. If that was love, then it was a strange kind. It didn't seem like they were into each other or even in love. I would never ship that kind of relationship. They would just be lying to all the people who saw them as a power couple. Just like Arabella.

I’m exactly how you would look like in the future. | What do you want the most in a relationship? | security respect | What is one thing about you that other people don’t know? | I don’t like being called stupid., or a sl*t. Nobody does. | What part of the opposite sex do you like the most? | hair height | What do you want to do so badly right now? | be dead to the world CENSORED | What careers are you considering or have considered? | fashion designer influencer perfume-maker

“See? Proof.” “Bullshit,” Tiffany snapped. "Obsessed.” It was a picture of me in the locker room yesterday while writing out the rules of our relationship, my head bent over my notebook. And right there, in the corner of the page, I wrote the number — 17 — all over and over like I’d been daydreaming but I had been pissed off. “Awwww!” someone shouted. “She looks like a baby koala,” Marcus laughed, clutching his stomach. “Damn, bro, that’s cute,” Johnson smirked.

Even though those crazy girls were still out to get my ass for taking their so-called men. Even though Dorian and Lanvin were still a whole mystery on his own. At least, for now, I had freckles beside me. We had each other. We had laughter. And we had the ice waiting for us. That was enough for now. “Is this about Dorian and Lanvini?” freckles asked, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Maybe!” “You’re crazy!” “So are you, Miss Goalkeeper!”

I leaned up on my elbows and sat on the couch, looking at my friends. "Just posted on I*******m. #S'cute #BestFriendGoalsz #AdorablelikeKittenandPuppiesyaozie #SleepingGoals #TwoHormonalTeenagersFoundCuddlingInHeat #Goals2k20,” Rio muttered, typing furiously on his phone, and so did the others, speaking rubbish. My mind woke up a little. "What? Bitch in the heat?” I snickered, hiding my grin in the fist of my hand. “That sounds like a bad porn title.”

I couldn't have both of them, I had to choose- well, there was nothing to choose from. Kai wanted a relationship with me, and I knew I could do all the cheesy and cliche stuff I saw in movies with him, like holding arms, going on a date, taking walks, and kissing out in the open with no fear of being caught or questioned by anyone. It would be one hell of a normal relationship like every other girl in their sane mind would want. Plain, honest, simple, and I wouldn't even have to worry about him changing into a giant-sized wolf on two legs and biting my head off.

I want to know what game I'm playing. He shuffles his feet and cocks his head, narrowing his eyes at me. There's something oddly sexy about his pose but I mentally slap myself. "What are you talking about?". "This sham of a relationship. Why are you still making everyone believe that we are in a relationship? What are you getting out of it? What do I get out of it? So far, the best I've gotten is an unwelcome attention spike and mean comments….". "...I told you not to read the comments….".

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro