My Betrothal Partner And The Secrets We Share Novels & Stories

And you're nothing but a pretty pawn. "The passage contract you just signed will stuff a huge fortune into Luca's pockets. Nothing will change the outcome, even if you make a scene about it now, and you can't cancel the wedding either because it'll just mean more losses for the Cecere Famiglia. "So, what can you do about it even if you've finally discovered the truth? Face it, Katerina, it's over only for you!" I looked straight into her eyes and refused to back off. "Then, how do you benefit if the wedding proceeds as usual? You'll forever be a mistress hiding in the shadows, watching us living happily with each other. Is that what you really want?"

It made me glad that I had finally stopped running from my own destiny and chosen mine. My mind drifted back to the moment I put pen to paper in Patrick's penthouse. The arrangement was entirely in my favor, a strategic alliance forged on our own terms. A secret open marriage. We would play the part of the perfect, powerful couple for our families and the media, but behind closed doors, we were free to have our own partners on the outside. Male or female, neither of us gave a damn, so long as whatever we did remained strictly hidden in the closet.

I felt my heart tighten and my teeth clench, grinding. “I did it to speed up things so we become more used to ourselves. This betrothal wasn’t good for us both. We are polar opposites and can’t stand each other’s gut”. He adds as we approached the statuesque in front of us. It was a beautiful sculpture in which she sticklike figure with her hands, all clothed in the ancient attire. “For the first time, I think you’re right about that. Why were we betrothed in the first place?”, I ask still calculating our every move so that we don’t end up getting lost.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest. " I'll be there." I sip my wine. " Thanks" she finished her wine and left me there wondering. The engagement started off really well. She was the most beautiful woman there. She had worn a black long slim fitted gown and a silver necklace,with a white heels. Nathan wore a white suit and shoe. " There's something I would like to announce. taking on joint responsibility on King Hotel. I introduce you to my partner" Nathan started. Elizabeth seated elegantly beside him as he announced. He walks towards her taking her hand. Everyone clapping. Elizabeth smiling widely and waving at everyone as they take their pictures.

I cleared out my throat, raising the camcorder out to the youngest twin. "You’re right," I began, "We all know Sandino is Brooke’s baby’s father. I mean if not him, then who?" My mind flashed to James. Amy nodded in agreement as she took the device from me. "My sister and I are crazy drunks, haha who knew?" I chuckled lightly, eyes locked on Amy’s face. She was a bad liar. ~THE BACHELORETTE PARTY~

He asked with concern. I placed the liquor glass on the table and replied honestly, "She's in my head all the time." I muttered to their hearing, leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes. "And as if I never had such a cloudy head and mood, my mom suddenly proposed the idea of getting married to a girl. Said we were betrothed ever since we were…" I ruffled my hair angrily and angrily poured myself a drink. "Betrothed ? How does the girl look? Does she look hot?" Owen suddenly interrupted me with shiny eyes as if that was what he cared about despite my explanation.

Scarlet's eyes sparkled with emotion as she whispered, "Beta, I feel the same way. Let's not waste another moment. Kiss me, and let's begin our journey anew." Their lips met in a tender embrace, sealing the pact of love and commitment. In that moment, the coffee shop, witness to the ebb and flow of their emotions, became a sanctuary of renewed passion. Beta and Scarlet, having navigated the complexities of their past, were ready to savor the sweetness of a love that had withstood the test of time.

His eyes had grown cold and distant. Then she remembered his warning, even if this arrangement was a contract, they were required to act like a genuine couple in front of others. "Betty..." Jane bit her lower lip, a shy flush spreading across her cheeks. "Dravyn is also my fiancé." Jane secretly watched his reaction. The moment the word fiancé left her lips, the rigidity in his eyes disappeared. "Oh, that is incredibly sweet," Betty said. Dravyn let out a slow breath and looked up at Jane. "Is she the specific friend you mentioned earlier? The one who wasn't living in Velmoura?"

The priest cleared his throat and, steeling himself, began the vows: “Mr. Ethan Shaw, do you take the lady before you… to be your wife, to love and honor her, in wealth and in poverty, in sickness and in health, until the end of your days?” All eyes were on Ethan. Meanwhile, I sat with my best friend Lea Summers in a nearby café, watching the ceremony via live stream. Lea gripped my hand nervously. “Autie… what do you think he’ll choose?” I set down my coffee calmly. Yes… what would he choose? To be with the woman he’d claimed was his greatest regret, the first love he had owed ten years to? Or to choose me—the girlfriend he had deceived for a decade, yet whose family background could give h

he agreed. I finished dressing in silence, my mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. At the door, I paused, unable to look back at him. "No one can ever know," I said quietly. "Our little secret," Kane promised, his voice following me as I slipped away. The walk back to my empty bridal suite felt like the longest journey of my life. With each step, I became more aware of what I'd agreed to—a clandestine arrangement built on mutual need and the shared secret of our betrayal.