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"Alex... I missed us. I missed what we had. You know we belong together." I stared down at her face. For a split second, a cold, analytical thought crossed my mind. If Victoria had just been calm enough, if she hadn't been so intensely calculating, I probably would have married her eventually out of high-society duty, even though I didn't love her. But that choice was gone now. Ruby had changed the entire script. "Vic," I finally said, my voice heavy as I reached up, firmly gripping her wrists and removing her hands from my shoulders. "We shouldn't be doing this. I'm a married man."

Lucy glanced at me casually and said, "If you're not dead, get out quickly. Stop being an eyesore." Then, she wrapped her arms around Oscar and kissed him passionately. My heart felt as if it had been split in two. I stumbled up from the ground and walked out. Outside, pouring rain beat down on me, cleansing me of my wretchedness. Lucy and I were childhood sweethearts. At 18 years old, she confessed her feelings to me. At 22 years old, I married her. Everything was like a fairytale, blissful and perfect. But three years ago, Sloan Group fractured internally and was on the brink of bankruptcy. Lucy was also taken away for investigation over the suspected leaking of trade secrets.

Say, do you think he'd be so happy and jump over the moon if he learned how much you defend him on the daily? There was a hint of sarcasm and frustration in Claude's voice. Ariel just sighed loudly and tugged him into her arms. "Alright, don't get all worked up now. Come here and give me a kiss. Did you want some tonight?" Then, the couple's disgusting lovey-dovey sounds pierced my eardrums. A door closed shut with a click. Suddenly, the app stopped transmitting their conversation and went silent. They'd both probably made their way into the bedroom by now.

"Not yet, Mrs, uh, I mean Lucy. My mind is only on Ashton." Lucy nodded in understanding. She took Avery’s hand, holding it with fingers that were rough yet comforting. "Ashton is a strong child. He’s exactly like his father. He won’t give up that easily, especially now that you’re in his life. Sarah said you two are getting married soon, right?" Avery’s face flushed slightly amid her sadness. "Yes, Lucy. That’s the plan." "I’m happy to hear that. If you are Ashton’s choice, then you are part of my life too," Lucy said firmly. Their conversation stopped when the room’s automatic sliding door opened.

Lucy had already settled in and was given a large room to stay . She picked up the dresses Mrs July shopped for her and nicely arranged them in the closet . She then took out her laptop and plugged to call Melty. "Look who it is. Miss ignore. I have been trying to reach you for a while now but it just doesn't go through. Why?". Metly angrily said to Lucy. She had missed her best friend and now she was getting worried that Lucy was holding back in completing the mission. She paused as she saw Lucy straight face.

Their honeymoon was going smoothly, just how they planned it. They would spend a week in "Perfect timing" resort before going home. Lilian loved to spend more than a week but Mark's work wouldn't allow them, "dang it,he's boss"(in Lillian's voice) So the week they spent together, Mark made sure they never forgot their sweetest time.

Forget about the regrets he will face in the times after. "I'm going home first, Luna Lee," Lucas said when it was all over. Luna Lee, who only wore a blanket wrapped around her body, led Lucas to the front door. Give a sweet smile. Before leaving, Lucas kissed Luna's forehead as a sign of their satisfaction and separation. "Yes. Congratulations on your wedding tomorrow, Lucas," said Luna Lee. Lucas flinched for a moment, then actually left Luna's apartment.. And Luna Lee closed the door, still smiling and muttering, "Congratulations on breaking up your marriage tomorrow, Lucas."

"If my future wife is dragged off to jail for stealing her own family heirlooms, it complicates my timeline. Come with me. The lawyer has sent over the draft." I followed him up the grand staircase, my mind still spinning. Fiancée. The word felt foreign, heavy, and terrifyingly permanent. But as I looked at the dark back of Lucien’s tailored jacket, I reminded myself of the alternative. Toby's surgery was paid for. He was going to live. If I had to play the part of a billionaire's wife to keep him safe, I would play it to perfection. We entered his private study. The room smelled faintly of old paper, leather, and that same cedarwood and rain scent that seemed to follow him everywhere. On hi