The Arrangement: A Novel Novels & Stories

A familiar voice said and I turned and saw Alexa my friend from College. "Alexa?" "Riley?" we both asked at the same time. She run and hugged me. "It's been a long time since I saw you," She said and I laughed it's not actually that long we met two weeks ago. "Okay we can go in now since Alexa is here," Bridget said and we nodded. In front of the boutique had a big sign with Mio Amore Boutique written on it. We walked inside and Rachel my assistant walked towards us. "Miss Greene welcome?"She greeted with a smile.

Book 3 is another steamy Mafia romance crime saga featuring hardcore, taboo romance, sex with my bodyguard, A Possessive Mafia Romance etc full Book starts here 👇 I know what those hands have done— and it’s not pretty. Except maybe I like it a little ugly. A little twisted. A little broken. Ren’s the kind of man I’ve spent my life running away from: big, gorgeous, arrogant. He thinks the world revolves around his biceps. When I’m nearly killed in a drive-by shooting gone wrong, my father packs me up and ships me off to Philly, “for my protection,” whatever that means.

～♡His kitten from no where…♡～ THEME: An Arranged marriage CHAPTER 7 Camila Vincento. Camila sluggishly walked through the door, having what Leonardo said to her right in front of her thinking. She walked straight towards, dining only to see that Leonardo was actually sitted there already. She wondered when he walked past her, and went into the mansion before her, but later shoved it off her mind cause that was literally the list of her problems right now.

I sighed leaning back. “At least we expressed to Aunty what is going on. She will be clear on Shrishti and will help Nitish.” I added and she nodded smiling. “Anyway, we can’t do anything right now but I think it will be better to meet this Shrishti soon. Maybe she will be understanding and will back off on her own.” She shrugged. “I don’t know! This is an arranged one based on business. I don’t know whether Nitish and Shrishti’s wishes will be allowed.” I pointed out.

a blonde woman said smiling, she seemed to be as old as Kiara, wearing a long black strapless dress, a necklace dangling from her neck, she wore little makeup and little jewels, but she did look as elegant as beautiful as any girl did. “Daphne” Kiara greeted hugging the girl tightly, I kept my eyes on them not saying a word watching them, I could tell that they were her family, the way they greeted her so warmly made me smile. Having not seen any of them at the wedding, I knew that they didn’t approve of the wedding we had when they knew that it was an arranged marriage wanting her to be happy, I couldn’t blame them for it, judging by the circumstances, I wouldn’t have allowed Grace to marry

I went at seven-fifteen, which was enough to be a statement without being cruel. The east dining room was, It was the flowers. He had put them on the table in the specific slightly-wrong way of someone who had never arranged flowers before and had tried anyway too many in the vase, a few at odd angles, the kind of arrangement that had clearly been rearranged four times and had ended up honest rather than elegant because he did not know how to make it elegant and had done his best anyway. The table was near the window, as Mila had said. The light was low and warm. Two places set.

"Your ability might help. Try touching things that were important to your parents." I move to the desk, running my hands along its surface. Nothing happens. I try the drawers next, finding only ordinary office supplies and financial records. The bookshelves prove more interesting. As I scan the titles, I notice something odd about their arrangement. "These aren't organized alphabetically or by subject." Cain joins me, shining his light across the shelves. "What's the pattern?" I study them, tilting my head. "It's almost like... they're arranged by color? But that doesn't make sense for my father. He was meticulous about organization."

The only form of light in the dark room coming from the half-drawn curtain. He switched on the warm light by his desk, only to notice some things that were out of place. A faint shift in the carpet, the drawer not fully closed and the slightest trace of perfume that didn’t belong to him. Heira had managed to sneak out through the balcony just before the doors were opened.

Silence. “I don’t.” said Kai. Jonas sighed. “The problem is that honest people can still be dangerous.” No one could reproach. Because that was true too. Aren looked through the library. On the shelves. On the clocks. Open doors. And suddenly he noticed something. Something that nobody had noticed before. The books. All the books were in perfect order. Not alphabetical. Not by author. Not by topic. After years. Every shelf was a year. 1901. 1902.

Or Did Mr Jack borrow it for his next chemistry class? No, please be here Please be here… I panic, sweating all of a sudden as I continue to scan for it at the same position in the shelf. Maybe I’m not searching properly, I start from the beginning of the books.. and I spot it.. I found it at the first.. instead of the middle.. the books are normally arranged alphabetically , but spotting this at the front is wrong. Someone had tempered with it?.. No.. no one did. I took a fast shutting of my eyes and breathing out, before I open to check if the letter is still same in it.