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he added, rubbing his hands over his head in frustration. “Then you should have told me the truth afterward, not let me find out from another source.” “I know I was wrong, and I’m truly sorry for everything,” he pleaded, leaning forward to grab my arms again. But this time, I stepped back, denying him access. “You’re sorry?” I laughed bitterly. “As if ‘sorry’ can take away the pain and hurt; the betrayal of knowing that my fiancé does such cruel things behind my back without ever telling me the truth. Or are you just sorry because you had to pay off your accomplice? Tell me, James, how am I supposed to trust you now? How do I move on with…."

he said quietly. My chest tightened. “Then why marry me?” “Because I don’t care.” That stunned me more than if he’d said he knew everything. He turned me in a slow circle, fingers never slipping. “Whatever game you’re playing,” he said, “play it well. But know this: I’m not the fool you think I am. If you betray me, it won’t be the law you answer to. It’ll be me.” “And if I don’t betray you?” I whispered.

Emily collapsed onto the cold, dark floor of the closet, her body shaking with sobs. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret and betrayal. She felt like she'd made a monumental mistake, marrying Jackson Timberlake. The contract, once a symbol of security and love, now seemed like a prison sentence. "Why did I sign it?" she whispered, her voice cracking with anguish. "Why did I think he loved me?" The memories of their whirlwind romance and lavish wedding now seemed like a cruel illusion. Jackson's charm and charisma had blinded her to his true intentions. He didn't care about her; he only needed her blood to sustain his precious Amelia.

They stood a few steps apart, the silence between them stretching, thick and fragile. “I don’t like nights like this,” she admitted softly. Leonard glanced at her. “Why?” She swallowed. “Because it’s harder to pretend I’m fine.” The rain intensified, as if responding to her words. Leonard crossed his arms. “You don’t have to pretend here.” Aruna let out a bitter laugh. “You say that. But we both know pretending is what keeps this house standing.” Leonard’s jaw tightened. “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it?” she challenged, turning to face him. “Our marriage started with lies. Rules. Distance.”

My heart didn't race around him. Seeing him didn't cause my chest to flutter. The packs he stole on my face didn't cause butterflies. I hated how much I would compare him to that traitor, even if he didn't love me, even though he had betrayed me my feelings had been genuine my heart had been loyal and I knew that those feelings I had back then when nothing like what I heard for George. But have a decade I had already gone by, wouldn't it be right for me to reward his patience by finally agreeing to marry him?

Shawn roared. "When I was little, you brought me along when you cheated to keep my dad from finding out. Every time you had an affair, you made me watch! "When I was five, you divorced because the man didn't want the baggage of a kid, and you left me with my father. "After I grew up, you pretended to make up for it and stuck your nose into my life, introducing me to rich heiresses. You drove my lover to ruin and left his family destroyed, and you even gave him severe depression. To fix me, you locked me in a rehab center for five years!

Then, she lunged forward, right in front of me, grabbing my wrist and lifting the ring on my finger high into the air, her voice piercing. “Look! She’s betraying Dominic, running around with other men! Who knows how many she’s involved with! A shameless woman like this doesn’t deserve Dominic, let alone to marry into the Corleone family!” “Mr. Corleone, you cannot let her succeed, or the Corleone family’s reputation will be ruined!” Dominic, as if jolted awake, suddenly snapped. His eyes burned with fury. He yanked my arm violently, dragging me off the bed.

The realization hurt more than the betrayal at the wedding. Because this time… it wasn’t just Daniel. It was my own family. I turned onto my side, hugging the pillow as frustration built in my chest. How had everything spiraled so far out of control in just one week? A wedding. A betrayal. A contract marriage to the most dangerous billionaire in the city. And now a war between families. A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. My heart jumped. “Come in,” I called quietly. The door opened slowly.

“I'm not angry at you because Damien came into my room. I'm just pissed that he walked away with a smug smile. Look i don't care if you love Damien—” “I don't,” I cut in. “Not anymore.” “I don't care. But you have to put those feelings aside. I have lived with Damien for years and I know how manipulative Damien can get to get what he wants.” He doesn't need to tell me that story. I helped him write a whole book named “Michelle, the dumbass bitch.” “I overheard Damien talking with some board members. Although they don't know who you are, they know that my marriage to you is to keep my position. And who is the better person that can stop that.”