Novel & Cerita My Betrothal Partner And The Secrets We Share

“I love you, Lila. That hasn’t changed. But I need him too. Watching you two together tonight… it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. If you’ll have both of us, I’m all in. No more lying.” I looked at them — my stepbrother and my fiancé — and something inside me settled. The taboo of it all still made my stomach flip, but in the best way. “Okay,” I whispered. “But it’s all of us. Equal. And we keep it secret from everyone else.” Dan’s smirk was pure sin. “That’s our good girl.”

I was struck by a new suspicion that was far more terrifying for the future of our contract marriage. I clutched the hem of Rex’s shirt tightly and tried to lift his chin, my fingers trembling violently as I held back tears ready to spill down my cheeks. "Rex, why are you suddenly so quiet in front of me? Look me in the eyes right now! Say something!" Rex averted his gaze toward the pristine white hallway floor and exhaled a heavy, resigned sigh. "No, Emma. It's not what you think." My eyes widened in shock, and my chest heaved rapidly as I realized there was a hidden, invisible thread connecting them all. "Don't tell me...you've also been involved in this crazy charade with them from the be

Rather, I sealed my lips and observed the situation, knowing that we were all on the same page. “She's at her lover's apartment as we speak. The same lover is the biological father of Kelly. Her lover cajoled her into getting married to you. They intend to take over your wealth after your death,” Sean disclosed. At first, I was lost in deep thought before my brain reconnected to the discourse. It took me a while to realize that he was referring to me. Everyone stepped aside as I got closer to Sean. “I'm in charge now of this shit at this moment. And you know what that means, right? You'll relay all the necessary information to me.

Just like how I was with Apollo, the gorgeous man lying next to me, wearing sunglasses. It was obvious that over the past months, the two of us had our disagreements, our silly arguments, but we always knew how to fix things and come back to each other. He had this talented habit of making me give in, and that had become my favorite habit. With each passing day, I felt more fulfilled. No one knew about us yet, and he was the secret I forced myself to keep. We had places only the two of us knew where to hide from the chaos out there. And when it was just me and him, that was my whole world. "I know I'm totally and completely irresistible, Mia. But do you want to tell me what you're thinking?"

I can’t wait to celebrate at your wedding! The mafia world was always shrouded in secrecy. The Vittorio family would never disclose accurate information to outsiders. She wasn’t part of the inner circle. How did she know about my supposed wedding? Startled, I tapped into Leonardo’s Facebook profile. His profile picture and cover photo had all been changed to pictures of me. Even his bio had been updated. [My one and only love, Madeline.] I was utterly speechless. In the previous lifetime, no matter how much I begged, he had never once shown even the slightest affection for me in public. Yet now, after losing me, he suddenly wanted to repent?

If he was willing to admit he was wrong—and promise not to pull that again… Sensing her shift, Marcus leaned in. “When the baby’s born, I’m transferring my trust shares to him. I already told my lawyer to draft it. It’ll take effect the day he’s born.” She knew what that meant. He wasn’t just chasing control for himself. Signing the shares over to their kid meant the three of them were tied together. He was showing her this wasn’t just about him grabbing power. He’d made his choice. Between the wedding and the test, he chose the wedding.

“If they catch you doing this, you’ll lose your tenure. You’ll lose everything.” He stopped typing for a moment and looked up at me. His blue eyes were fixed. “Then I suppose we’re partners in crime now, aren't we? If I fall, I’m taking my favorite little liar down with me.” A shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature raced down my spine. This was different from the library or the desk. This was a shared secret that could ruin us both. It was a bond that was more intoxicating than any touch he’d given me so far.

It was like seeing the first cracks in an ancient wall - this idea that strength and vulnerability could coexist. Keeping our engagement secret these past days has been both torture and delight. We steal private moments whenever possible - hidden kisses in the library, secret smiles across council meetings, his hand finding mine under tables. Last night, he pulled me into an alcove just to hold me, breathing in my scent like it centers him. "Soon," he'd murmured against my hair. "Soon everyone will know you're mine. And I’ll claim you in every way possible." The thrill of our shared secret makes every interaction feel charged with meaning. When our hands brush passing documents in meetings,

"Tell me whose you are, Lara. Before I give you what you want, say it. "Yours," I panted, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. "I am yours." He entered me with one deep, powerful thrust that made my world shatter into a thousand jagged pieces of light. The rhythm was punishing, a detailed symphony of friction and sweat. Every movement was deliberate, every groan a testament to the power we held over one another. In that moment, as the city lights twinkled outside, we weren't just business partners or allies. We were two souls forged in the same fire, bound by a secret that could destroy the world and a passion that was doing a very good job of destroying us.