LOGINWhen Liviana Santora takes her sister's place in an arranged marriage with Blaze Castelli, it isn't only her last name that changes, it's everything she's ever known ⏤ her life, her mind, her heart and soul ⏤ her idea of love. But could the same be said about Blaze?
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It was a funny thing. Confusing and scary, dreadful.
For some, it was much more positive than that. They found hope in time.
"Time heals all wounds."
They looked forward to the next day ⏤ the next week ⏤ month ⏤ year, and so on.
They anticipated getting older and the change that time would bring them. The wisdom and knowledge ⏤ the experiences they would have in that time, the ones you're told to enjoy because they happen in the best years of your life and time flies, so you're supposed to enjoy it while it lasts.
Liviana never knew what the hell those people were talking about.
"Time flies," yet her days dragged on until she gave up and ended them early, crawling into her bed at merely 6pm just to make it feel like the day was over and she had made it.
"Time heals all wounds," but why hadn't it healed hers? She still sat in pain, waiting for it to lessen with each passing day, but it never did. If anything, it only hurt worse.
Time is something Liviana hated. She loathed the whole idea of it. The fear, the hope, the pressure of it. Everything.
It wasn't until she met Blaze Castelli that she understood what everyone talked about, how they warned her to not waste time, as it's something you can never get back.
She wished she had listened.
Now, as she sat in this cold, empty room, bloodied and broken, she wished that she hadn't wasted that year on things that, looking back, seemed so minor compared to what she was going through now.
She wished that instead of arguments, she would have just apologized and held him close, like everytime was the last.
Instead of ignoring his existence, she would have told him how much she appreciated him, and how much he had done for her in their short time together.
She wished that instead of 'I hate you', she could tell him how much she loves him, that there was nothing he could ever do to make her truly hate him.
But she didn't, and now it was too late, because she never knew if she would see him again.
Time was something Liviana hated, but it was also something she took for granted.
And now it seems as though her time is running out.
“Tell me again- what did they say exactly?”Liviana huffs, watching as the man paces in front of her, a look on his face that screams with utter exhaustion. He was so sick of this - of her. And the kicker? They’d hardly even started.“Just that they wanted me to speak to you and your parents about this- this thing,” she explains with a shrug, at a loss. She was just as frustrated and confused as he was, but she tried to be kinder about it - to have patience for the man she’d become entirely too dependent on.Though it seemed as though he didn’t have the same sentiment. “What else?” he snaps, impatient and so obviously irritated that Livi can’t help but falter.“They want me to try to sell their idea. Something about a- a-“ she stutters, trying to recall what the two women had told her exactly, but she couldn’t. She was hardly even given a chance.“About a... What?” He rushes, snapping his fingers like he could magically conjure up the answer on his own. “What was their idea? What do t
Liviana stared at the two like they’d each grown an extra head, eyes blown wide like she couldn’t believe what she’d just been told, like she couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was being asked of her this time around.Slowly, she blinks out of her daze, eyes darting between the two, waiting for someone to crack first. When neither do, she’s forced to find the words and speak. “I’m sorry... you want me to do what?” She asks, voice straining in her disbelief, desperately trying to find the mind to deal with this - with them, and yet another one of their crazy ideas.Drusilla shrugs, repeating herself like it was no big deal. Like she wasn’t asking the world of her daughter. “Well, we just thought that since you’re a Castelli now, and you have a seat at their table-““That, what?” She asks, almost daring her mother to finish the question. Maybe then she would hear how ridiculous she sounded. “That I could get you a seat at the table, too? That I’m actually some sort of golden ticket?
The car ride continued in a suffocating silence that neither of those two stubborn souls would break, no matter how badly they might’ve wanted to. Eventually, it gets to both of them, and after a while, they’re left with nothing but a dreadful pit of regret digging itself deep into their stomachs, making them feel sick.It seems to hurt Blaze the most as, the moment the car stops, he’s hopping out so fast you’d think it was on fire if you’d seen him - seen the way he runs from it, from her and the stressful silence that felt more like silent hatred than anything else. And he just couldn’t stand another second of it.Livi watches him as he goes, sighing as, slowly, she unbuckles her seatbelt and goes to follow him inside, prepared to try to make things right. She couldn’t help the way she flinched when the front door slammed shut behind him instead.Obviously, he wasn’t in the mood to wait for her today. In fact, it seems as though he was done with her.The raven huffs at the thought,
Blaze and Liviana left without so much as another word, fleeing the penthouse hand in hand and in a silence that spoke volumes. They were both utterly exhausted, and although they were relieved to find themselves safely tucked into the solitude of his car after such a long, demeaning day, there was something left unsaid, something that was rotting away in between them that tainted any sense of comfort they could've found from the space. Instead, as soon as they're inside, settling into the tension-packed car, the silence begins to eat them alive. Livi's mind raced faster than the car they were in, practically running in circles with all those same thoughts, all the same dreadful scenarios that haunted her perspective on life. All those little doubts and her greatest fears, and the 'what if's' that kept her up at night and made her sick with worry. Worried that she'd done something wrong, something so awful that this - whatever this was, whether it was some kind of sick joke or karmic
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