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Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Come on, make me happy. Don't embarrass me in front of all our friends. Accept my proposal. Candice, will you marry me? I will do anything you ask forever, I will get you everything you want and need, and I will be the most amazing husband, the most attentive, the most caring, everything. I promise to worship the ground you step on. Imagine accepting and I get to be your future husband. Think about it. Please, make me the happiest person in the world and say yes. Saying no would hurt my feelings, Candice.”

I grabbed it, my stomach sinking as I saw the notifications flooding the screen. Texts from my publicist, my assistant, my father. Missed calls from numbers I didn't recognize. And then I saw them. The photos. Me and Alex, locked in a passionate embrace on the balcony. His hands on my ass, my fingers tangled in his hair. Our mouths fused together like we were trying to devour each other whole. The headlines screamed up at me: "Billion-Dollar Makeout!" "Alex Russo Caught Cheating with Mystery Woman!" "Who Is Ava Silver? 5 Things to Know About Alex Russo's New Fiancée!"

I signaled the waiter to come to take the picture for us. It made us look like we were kissing each other. Our second picture was of us smiling and staring deeply into the eyes of each other, and then their one looked like Cole was kissing my neck. Perfect! Now they would believe. I logged into both my I*******m and Twitter accounts and posted the pictures with a caption. " When you finally find the right person, #New found love." Cole's eyes and mine met. I could see the smile on his face. I hoped we were making the right decision. I prayed it worked out for us as we planned for it to. We had an aim, and I wished it worked out without anything going wrong.

That's the time I took to reach home. How could he do that? Is he for real? God, he wants to meet Jesus now. He said he loved me. F*cking liar. God, why am I crying over a j8rk? Am I falling for him? Do I like him? Dang, it !! What am I thinking? I decided to read the comments on that post. Yeah I know I'm stupid. So here we go! "Aww such a beautiful couple ." "I hope they can get married soon ."

"Is there something you'd like me to add?" I looked past her. "Has the Maison reservation been confirmed?" "Yes." Her tone shifted. "Can I leave now?" I met her eyes. "I need your help with something. I don't want to ruin this date. I want it to be perfect." Her face fell. "Sure. Whatever you need." "What's her favourite flower?" "Peonies." "Her favourite song?" "Rihanna. Stay." "Good," I said, watching her gaze drop slightly to the side. "I really want to impress her. Make her the centre of my existence." I drew the last words out deliberately, watching to see if she remembered.

"Only like the face? Don't joke, Maria. Your grandmother is not so naive that she can't tell whether he loves your face or you as a person. It's clear that he loves you from how he looks at you. I just don't know if I can hold on until the day of your wedding." How could Vincent love me? We are just in a contractual relationship. I didn't take my grandmother's words seriously, and quickly showed the mark on my neck and told her. "Grandma, don't worry, he has marked me, and we will hold the wedding soon. He will announce in public that I am his mate, and you will definitely catch up." Grandma looked at the mark on my neck and smiled slyly. "Well, your mate is very powerful, and the smell is a

“What do you mean by world?” “Why don't you see for yourself.” Cassian smiled like a Cheshire cat pointing at her phone. Eden’s heart raced as she pulled out her phone. Her fingers were trembling so badly that she almost dropped it, and the cold glow of the screen felt harsh against her eyes. A notification sat at the top. From Cassian. She swallowed and opened it. Her jaw dropped, her breath catching painfully in her throat. What is this!!? The photo of Eden and Cassian being a couple was posted on a big screen of Time Square!! Their faces were edited together like a perfect couple’s portrait. Below their faces, in bold letters, flashed the question: Will you marry me, my love?

"Excuse me?" I answered impatiently, "Don't worry, I'm the one who hired you, no confusion. So, just to be safe: I'm Ariana, 25 years old. The couple getting married are my ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend, and I hired you because I told them I had a hot boyfriend. So don't embarrass me inside. We just need to act like a couple for the night with a few pecks, nothing overly intimate “

But I didn't… I decided it was better I stopped digging on this topic and just moved on, but just as I was about to close the tab, the next picture that popped up made my blood run cold. I saw myself held closely to this man Stephano, and I was smiling while gazing lovingly at him. And the caption underneath called me his wife?? What was all this? Feeling a new burst of curiosity, I checked the contact details on the poster once again and in daze I sent a text…

I want you forever in my arms like this. I want to marry you and have lots of babies with you. And I will. By hook or by crook. I'll make mine by every means. I'm selfish and I can't help myself... Because I am a MONSTER, the Sexiest , billionaire MONSTER, and You are my POSSESSION, my Intoxicating Possession. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️