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.
Liviana chased after her sister-in-law with a sigh, calling quietly, “Vi, wait-“ But it’s of no use. The blonde is already long gone.Inside, she marched through the foyer, stubbornly shaking her head. “No!” she refused, reminding the raven, “You’re the one who said I could stay, so I’m staying.” Violet shrugged, tossing her coat aside with her bag and making herself at home, as if to prove a point. “Unless, of course, you’ve changed your mind?” She turns her way, quirking an accusing brow at the woman, asking, “Is that it? Do you not want me here anymore?”Shaking her head, Liviana insists, “Of course I do! It’s just-““Just what?” She presses, arms crossing over her chest, eyes sharpening into something cold and offended. “What’s the problem, Livi?”“Nothing! There is no problem, I just-“ she cut herself off with a sigh, eyes darting around the foyer, waiting for the moment someone else would inevitably discover them. She knew it was coming - that it was only a matter of time before
"Violet-" Liviana called after the woman, sparing her husband a final glance over her shoulder, torn. She hated that they didn't have time for a proper conversation, and that she never had the chance to ask, "Are you okay?" Before he sends her away."Take Vi home," he ordered without so much as a second thought. "Take her, and I'll stay with Mani, okay?"She wanted to ask if he was sure. If this was really a good idea after he and Armani were already pushing each other around. But he doesn't give her a chance."Go," he persisted, nodding toward the blonde, who'd already begun walking away. "She needs someone right now."She hesitates, watching as the man sighs and starts toward her. "Are you-"He knew what she was going to ask - "Are you okay? Are you sure?" - and he answers before she can so much as get the question out, rushing her along with a curt nod. "Mhm," he hums, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, promising, "I'll be fine. You can go." Because, really, what
Finding Armani wasn’t as difficult as it was to try to have a conversation with him once they did. The man, who scoffed and turned on his heel, booking it in the other direction the second he spotted them down one of the aisles, made it impossible with the way he avoided their eyes and ignored every desperate word. Even as Liviana and Blaze huffed and puffed, begging and pleading with the man to listen to them, talk to them, come with them, he wouldn’t. He didn’t so much as bat an eye in their direction, making it clear that he was done. He wanted nothing to do with it - this, whatever it was - anymore. They were officially on their own.Blaze sighs, sick of his brother’s stonewalling after what felt like an eternity of chasing him around the store, rushing through aisles just to keep up with him. “Armani, come on!“ Exasperated, he rushed ahead of the man, cutting off his path once and for all.The two women, who had been lingering behind the two brothers, allowing them a moment to sp
Liviana and Blaze walked out of the restaurant hand-in-hand, trying to keep their heads held high in spite of the world’s judgment. They could feel it in the weight of all those watchful eyes and the way whispers seemed to chase them around like shadows.She does her best to ignore it all, but even then, Livi can’t help the way she shuffled closer to her husband as they walked, seeking refuge in the warmth of his body and the safety of his touch. He happily wraps his arms around her shoulders, tucking her safely into his side, which, as far as he was concerned, was exactly where she belonged.Blaze revels in the feeling of her being so close, trying to ignore the way his heart kicks in his chest. He could never get enough of this - of her.He notices the way her eyes dart around, nervous and so obviously overwhelmed by the attention, and gives her shoulders a comforting squeeze, holding her closer. “Just ignore them,” he murmured, trying to remind the woman that none of it - the stare












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