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I said abruptly as he was checking something on his phone when he glanced at me with amusement in his eyes. “Why?” He pointed an eyebrow with an expressionless face making my hands to go sweaty. “I…I…” I hated to stutter. “My pins aren’t coming off.” I said as I started to remove the pins from my head. I didn’t know why I said that as I simply couldn’t say that I didn’t want to sleep with you on the same bed. He was a Durani. Duranis men were infamous in beating their wives, abusive and what not. I had mentally prepared myself for that but there was a big part of me that he would never raise hand on me. I didn’t know the reason yet. Might be Duranis were the great actors or might be he was t

My Perfect Abrupt Marriage Chapter 4 Cardyn’s When I regained my consciousness, I was lying on the bed without no one by my side. My head was quite aching making me inadvertently shaking it, intending to remove the headache. The last thing I remember was that man who pulled me into his arms and kidnapped me! Where did he… Oh, this is my room. Why am I in my room? Wasn’t I in his car and tied up?

And he has a very obvious trigger. “Who is this perfect man you’re talking about?” Veins already lined up his head popping out in a strange display, the knuckles of his fisted palms were whitening. “Oh he’s so perfect, he’s everything I ever needed or dreamt about needing.” Lisa feigned a dreamy expression, “Oh he’s such a perfection.” She lamented in mockery. “Well you saw him today and you almost took him away from me, he’s currently healing inside the hospital you sent him. Stay away from my happy life Kurt, you’ve hurt me enough!”

Her sandy hair fell in lazy waves across her shoulder, and her green eyes flicked up, scanning me like she was reading every thought I wasn’t speaking out loud. “So,” she said, her tone light but sharp, “Mr. Perfect dumps you because you don’t fit his ‘ideal’? Classic.” I sighed into my coffee. “Can we not call him Mr. Perfect? It’s starting to feel ironic.” She tossed her phone onto the nightstand with a soft thud. “Fine. Mr. Shallow. Mr. Emotionally Unavailable. Mr. Needs Therapy. Better?” I let out a snort, the smallest flicker of amusement breaking through my exhaustion. “Accurate.”

Instead, I walked in, taking slow steps at a time. Carl didn’t look up. He sits behind his desk, polishing a glass of whiskey like it’s a trophy. The screen behind him still displays footage from his press conference – the same signature smirk, the same well-defined lies that he spawned for the public display echoes like a background noise. My jaw tightens at the wide smile splayed across his face, the devilish glint in his eyes causing my chest to pulse frantically. “You had no right.” I say voice low, and even, because I’ve learned that screaming and rage doesn’t get you anywhere with men like him. “You blindsided her, you blindsided me.”

A club where deals were cut and secrets were kept. It was the ideal spot to attack. The Mirage throbbed with sound and secrets. Chandeliers threw golden light upon mirrorslick floors. Lena materialized, in black, a half-mask over half her face. Noah and Michael stood beside her. The plan was straightforward: Isolate Leo. Extract him. Kill him. Vincent had volunteered his men as backup, but Lena declined. This was her mission. From across the room, she spotted Leo. Late twenties. Sharp suit. Relaxed posture. He didn’t look like a threat, but appearances meant nothing.

"I told you that I'd been dreaming about touching you for months. That every curve, every freckle, every inch of you was exactly what I wanted. I told you that you were perfect, and you laughed and said that perfect was a myth." He could hear her breathing, shaky and uneven. "And I said that maybe perfect was a myth for other people, but not for me. Because perfect, for me, was you. Exactly as you were, exactly as you are, exactly as you'll be in fifty years." "That was before," Lisa whispered. "Before my body betrayed me. Before it nearly killed our daughter. Before it became this... this thing I'm trapped in."

“She just needs to trust that she’s your perfect one.” “True.” “However, it won’t be a bad thing if you tell her that more often,” Lee raps, “Especially in her condition.” “Oh, I show her almost every night just how perfect she is.” Jackson and Lee snort in union. “Yeah, when the perfect person jumps on you,” Ilkay points a finger at Jackson. “You’ll fucking know, bro.” He’s slightly tipsy. And when he gets three glasses in, he gets deep.

Praying that when he did, this awful, hollow feeling would go away. That everything would go back to perfect. Even though some part of me…buried deep, locked away, desperately trying to surface… Knew that perfect was the biggest lie of all.

He just stood there, trapped between his own anger and my words. “Actually,” I said, letting my head tip to the side, “let’s get vulnerable now. What do you want to know? Want to hear about my mom? Or should we talk about your pressure to be perfect? Or that ‘player’ reputation you keep pretending is real when we both know it’s mostly smoke and mirrors—one of the biggest lies I’ve ever heard in my life.” He exhaled through his nose—sharp, almost a laugh. “You wrote down the lie, didn’t you?” he said.