Novel & Cerita My Betrothal Partner And The Secrets We Share

The Proposal Year of the Roses Floral Season The Orchard Altsas Kyan WHAT IS A MAN SUPPOSED TO DO to please his betrothed? One he barely knows in fact. I pace impatiently as the maid cuts at the yellow and red aromatic flowers to form a huge bouquet. I don't know why but I have this urge to impress her somehow. This betrothal is neither her or my choice. I am a victim as much as she is but I want to make it up to her. I was really nervous about giving her the bracelet, I hope she likes it.

What could possibly happen next? "Well you're probably not going to like what I have to say, but I'll tell you anyway. You are like me, you are not fully human, granted you are more human than I am. We were betrothed until your father hide you away from the Tribe." I sadly thought back to when I thought I had lost her forever. "We were what? What is the Tribe?" She was trying really hard to understand everything. "We were going to be married, the Tribe is a group of masters." I tried to hide my hurt at her reaction.

The orange tree where she'd processed Aldric's letter, feeling seen by a dead man and manipulated at once, until it settled into something they could carry. "That's how it starts," I told him. "The certainty. Not grand gestures. Just talking really in a garden until the weight feels shared instead of solo. Mabella and I didn't plan any of it. The betrothal was arranged from the shadows, but what grew between us... that was choice. Every day. Even when it hurt."

“All right. Together then.” As we stepped back into the sun, a warm feeling settled low in my chest. Each shared moment, each small choice, deepened our partnership. We weren’t just navigating marriage. We were building it. We passed a newsstand, the shelves bursting with color and headlines. My gaze skimmed until something caught and held, there we were. On the top rack. Me, in that shimmering gown. Him, kissing my hand. The headline read: City’s Newest Power Couple: Married in Secret.

I changed my mind when it comes to Tessa. "I understand where you are coming from, I know you are trying to protect me from heartbreaks". "It is not only that, you know our society doesn't accept that which you all fully aware of". He said slapping my head playfully, my face turned sour, I slumped on the chair again. There is a society we are in called Bridge Awe. It is a society where we support each other as friends, and also play dangerous games. Which Richard is the leader, I am the second in command and Rollins is the third on command.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

I drop my clothes into my hamper and slip into a sleep shirt before crawling under my soft covers. We can have sex, but waking up together is against the rules. What if Lola comes in and finds us and lets it slip out? She wouldn’t know not to and is too young to talk to, though I’d never manipulate her like that. We can’t kiss in front of her or even touch and that goes double for anywhere we’re with other people. A secret tryst is what this is, and I work the words around in my mind to see how they sound. It’s not who I am, but maybe that’s changing. This is a new part of my life now.

Exhaustion pulled at me, but so did a strange sense of belonging. “You’re ours now, Sophia,” Alessandro whispered against my hair as sleep tugged at me. “We’ll protect you from the shadows hunting your family. But in return, you give us everything.” As I drifted off, the distant sounds of Venice stirring below, I wondered what secrets they hid and what dangers our alliance would bring. The wedding night had sealed more than a contract—it had ignited a fire that threatened to consume us all. Rivals were watching, old betrayals simmered, and my heart was already cracking open to these dangerous, irresistible men.

“That was close. Hearing her call us sisters while your cum is still on my thighs… it’s so wrong but so hot.” I laughed softly, holding her close. “We’re careful. This secret stays ours. No one else gets to know how deeply we’ve chosen each other.” Betty nodded, snuggling into me. “My big step sister. My lover. I’m ready for whatever comes next.” The cabin felt even more like our hidden sanctuary, the parents’ call adding a thrilling edge to our forbidden passion.