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Neither was picking my earrings," she added. He grinned. --- At the Dinner Table They sat next to business moguls, politicians, celebrities. Elira smiled, nodded, and played the role. Her mouth hurt from smiling. Her soul hurt from pretending. "Miss Cruz," a congressman's wife asked sweetly, "how are you getting used to married life? Elira blinked. Smiled. "I've learned three things so far. First, always wear heels you can run in. Second, never refuse wine. And third… my husband is like a very expensive mystery novel." Caelan didn't even blink. "Unpredictable, but worth reading?" She smiled. "Confusing and overpriced." The table laughed. Caelan's eyes sparkled, just slightly. For an instant,

"This is a joke. Is this a sick joke? You just met him. Sienna, tell me this is a typo." "It’s not a typo," Sienna said, stepping out from behind Declan so she could look Liam in the eye. "We were married this afternoon." "You're lying," Liam whispered. His hands began to shake, the rolled-up program slipping through his fingers and hitting the polished concrete floor with a soft thud. "You’re doing this to get back at me. Because of Chloe. Sienna, you can't just... you can't marry a stranger in twenty-four hours!" "I didn't marry a stranger," Sienna said, her voice entirely flat, devoid of any anger or tears. "I married a man who doesn't hide things from me."

Granted, the unfortunate truth of the large amount of those significant others who would not remain faithful was horrendously heartbreaking, but the true loves always waited. They found their one; their person. They would wait until the world ended if they had to, to be together again. That was the best kind of love. Juliet wanted that kind of love more than anything in the world. If it wasn't his job, it had to be something else. He looked and sounded normal. She immediately worried that it was something that she wasn't able to see, something behind closed doors that deterred women. Was it a fetish that she was going to have to live with?

Meanwhile, Cindy was already lying on the couch, her face radiating a look of ravenous desire. Hell no! They're going to have sex in the office! Sierra squealed to herself. Spontaneously, she pushed open the door, but the two seemed unaware or not bothered at all, even going so far as to show her the steamy scene. “Goddamn it! I have to tell Ace that his boyfriend is having sex with his new model.” Sierra turned around and slammed the door shut, startling Lance and Cindy. Cracking her eyes open, Cindy looked at Lance, who was caging her with an alarmed gaze. “Is someone-”

“Have you gone insane, Deimos?!” I wave my secretary away and look up at her. “Yes, I have. As you can see, I'm madly in love.” “You? Madly in love?” she scoffs. “You don't know what you're doing. Pull down that article right now!” “What article?” I act dumb, squinting up at her. “You know damn well what I'm talking about.” “You mean the one where I told the world of my intentions to get married before the year ends? Or the one where you put my fiance, front and center, and labeled her a junkie?”

I turn around suddenly and hold her face in my hands. My eyes are bright, my lips trembling, but I’m smiling. “He loves me,” I say. The words feel warm and dangerous at the same time. Jenny freezes. “What?” “Derrick is in love with me,” I say again, my smile growing, my eyes filling with tears. She stares at me like she doesn’t recognize me anymore. “Is that what you care about?” she asks slowly. “Kassy, you just cheated on your husband on your wedding day.”

"Owen, it's me, Rachel Waitrose, your bride. You took the ten-carat pink diamond I sent and promised it would be made into my wedding ring. I—" "Enough." His voice cracked like a whip. "The Buckley family doesn't need a shrew, much less a country bumpkin who doesn't know her place. As of now, the wedding will be handled by Seraphine. I'll explain everything to both families. Don't embarrass yourself further." The words stunned me. His secretary had provoked this entire mess—yet he cast all blame on me. "But it was your secretary—"

Jessa finally said. Mia’s chest tightened instantly. There it was again. The reminder. The threat hidden beneath every conversation. Mia looked down at her lap quietly. Sometimes she wondered how her life had spiralled into this mess so quickly. A few weeks ago she was struggling to survive. Now she was preparing to marry one of the most powerful men she had ever met while secretly planning to steal from him. Nothing about her life felt real anymore. “Mia.” Her attention returned immediately. “Yes?” “Don’t ruin this.”

My chest bounced with the motion. His eyes locked on me, and the front of his pants had formed an unmistakable bulge. He cleared his throat, trying to hide it, but his heavy breathing and unrelenting stare betrayed him. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but underneath it was a guilty thrill: even after years of marriage, my body still held the power to tempt—just like before. I dared not imagine what it would feel like if he were to claim me with that wild, overwhelming intensity…

And by then, I knew slowly, my plan to know his secrets and let the public know it would slowly cease to exist as I would start to embrace the life he was trying to give me. When I couldn't take it anymore, I kissed him and initiated for a sweet lovemaking, christening the king-sized bed of the suite. We made love in Baros, Maldives for the first time although the sun was still scorchingly bright. And at that moment, I knew it was really lovemaking because, for the first time, I let my heart take over me. It was only my heart that time and nothing else, it was only my heart beating his name; Caleb Craige. And what could go wrong if I follow my heart this time?