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Tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked them away rapidly. "I am telling you this so that you do not make the mistake of making the truth of our marriage public. I do not want a scandal." "A scandal," she repeated, brokenly, while Ronan watched her with eyes as cold as ice as he always did. But today, that ice was like a dagger, cutting through her heart into tiny little unmendable pieces. You break my heart and all you can think of is a scandal. She thought bleakly. For eight years she had loved him. With body, with soul, with heart and mind.

But she held her head high, pretending this was all part of the plan. The lobby was stark and impersonal, washed in the pale glow of fluorescent lights. The faint hum of an old ceiling fan, mingling with the distant click of keyboards, only made the moment feel more unreal. At the counter, the clerk looked up, startled, taking in the sight of them. Sophia was certain the woman’s wide-eyed stare was shock. Liam cleared his throat awkwardly, forcing a casual smile. “We, uh… we’d like to get married,” he said calmly, stealing what seemed like a reassuring glance at Sophia.

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

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?

he said. I blinked. “Rules?” “Yes. It’s a contract in all but name. We live together now. We need to avoid chaos.” Of course he would treat a marriage like a merger. Still, I nodded. “Fine. Let’s hear it, Mr. Perfect Prince.” He almost smiled — but didn’t. Rule One. “We keep our relationship a secret outside the family. No PDA. No couple behavior in public. At AV Tech, you're Valerie Vale the employee. I’m Director Albourne. That’s it.”

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-”