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Marta asked, trying to process everything. Felix didn’t answer. He believed it was already obvious. “You should have rejected the marriage, just like I did back then,” Henrietta said. “And lose my position?” Felix snapped back angrily.

"Stop being stubborn and come back with me. Victoria said tomorrow is an auspicious day—we should register our marriage then." I looked at him calmly. "I'm not going back with you. Giving up my career for love once was already a foolish mistake. I won't make the same one again. "We've broken up. There's nothing to discuss." Hugo clenched his jaw, his voice tight with anger. "I never agreed to that!" I simply replied, "Keep your voice down. Don't shout—it's embarrassing."

I yelled and Mum cleared her throat. He sat there unfazed by my outbursts. He sipped his wine casually, dropped the glass cup and looked at me. “I don't like when people work for free, Miss. Nicole. You proposed to me, and I'm offering you freedom after I've achieved what I married you for. Where did I go wrong? Haven't you read the terms and conditions? Or are you ready to pay the rejection fee?” He asked and I sighed. The rejection fee was three times the amount he's going to pay me. Where the heck would I get such a huge amount of money from?

I said gently, because arguing would only make my night longer. As I walked back toward the bar, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my apron. I wasn’t supposed to check it while working, but I was too curious. Maybe it was Sophia reminding me to eat, or Camila dropping one of her random voice notes full of unsolicited but loving advice. One thing I’m always grateful for was the sweet friends life has blessed me with. But Nope. It was another rejection email. My shoulders slumped and my steps slowed. “Dear Ms. Torres, thank you for your interest in joining our company. After careful review of your application, we have decided not to move forward at this time...”

Each time, the words felt sharper. Not even a full hour. They couldn't even wait a day to reject her. She closed the laptop and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. One week down. One week to go. And still no job prospects. No apartment leads. Nothing but a growing pile of rejections and a dangerous attraction to a completely off-limits man. Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. *Stop beating yourself up. One rejection isn't the end of the world. - N*

He asked and smirked with satisfaction. “Yeah, I did… but, I don't think I can accept any of it, Mr. Cohen.” It was so fast when his eyes came back to me after I refused to accept the things he sent me. He looks bewilder, as if he was not expecting me to turn it down. “What? And why? I gave it to you for free, you don't have to pay for an—” “Oh, it's not about that. It's just that… I don't know why you did that. It's kinda weird,” I know that I became blunt at that moment. But I cannot accept those things, especially that it will not fit in my place.

“Liberty, I’m not expecting you to accept me right now. I won’t force you. I just want to visit you. You don’t have to feel pressured. If you like me, you can accept me. If you don’t, we can be friends forever. “You can ignore what my mom said. She can’t decide on my life. You don’t have to move out or leave Wiltspoon.”

You made me feel like you are not worthy enough to gain my trust. "I, Uno Ylmaz Armstrong reject you, Selena Hemsworth, to be my mate. I am sorry if you misinterpreted my kindness towards you...please stop telling people that you are my mate because you are not and I, Uno Ylmaz Armstrong...reject you. Just in case this will settle your thoughts down." I heard the crowd boo me and it was not hurting me, what hurts me is seeing you stand in front of all of them and rejecting me. Misinterpreted?

I clarified, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “Is there a rule against it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “This university is for everyone, last I checked.” My hand ran over my hair as I said, "No, of course not. It's just...unexpected." "Well, expect the unexpected," she said, her lips tugging into a slight smirk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have another class." She turned and walked off, leaving me standing there, completely bewildered. It was a brief encounter, but an odd feeling remained. Our paths were now intertwined, not just by an imposition of some forced engagement, but by the shared sphere of the university.

But instead, I internally rolled my eyes and lowered my gaze, scanning the words on the paper, my stomach twisting. “Since you’ve always wanted me so badly… daughter of an ex-tyrant… why shouldn’t I finally give you what you want?” he teased, wearing that smug smile that made me hate him more. My mouth opened before I could stop myself. “I… I don’t want this.” The words came out weak, barely above a whisper. Pathetic. I hated how frail I sounded. I wanted to sound bold, fierce, a full rejection, but all I managed was that miserable mutter.