Ariana pov And with that final chart signed, another day of work was done and completed. I really loved my job. The patients, the rush, the tiny victories—it gave me a sense of purpose. But I also loved the moments when I could clock out, take off my scrubs, and just breathe. Those sweet, golden after-work hours? Bliss. Smiling to myself, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder as I headed out of the clinic. “Hey, Ariana. You heading home?” Jared called out from behind the front desk. Jared was one of my coworkers—sweet, a little too charming for his own good with his long blond hair and green eyes that could make a girl swoon, and very much not someone I was mentally equipped to deal with right now. “Yes, I am,” I said, flashing a polite smile. “Would you maybe want to meet for coffee some—?” “Oh no, look at the time!” I cut in quickly, holding up my phone and faking surprise. “Gotta run,Bye!” Before he could reply, I darted out the door, my bag bouncing at my s
Ethan povI feel bad forcing her into this contract.But she’s the only one I could think of on such short notice.My grandfather left me no choice—it was either find a wife in a week or marry Cassandra. And for the life of me, I’d rather marry a horse than her.Everything had been running smoothly until the night I got the call.I was sitting in my office, half-listening to my assistant go over the next morning’s itinerary when my phone buzzed. The name on the screen made me pause.Grandfather.He rarely called. Not unless it was something serious.I waved off my assistant and answered. “Ethan.” His voice was as sharp as ever, like he was already halfway through the conversation.“Grandfather,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”He didn’t humor the pleasantries. “Do you know why I built Cole Industries?”I sighed. “Because you wanted an empire.”“No,” he said. “Because I wanted legacy.”Here we go.“You’ve done well,” he continued, as if he hadn’t stea
Ariana povI should walk out. Right now. Just turn around and leave before this gets any worse.But before I could even open my mouth, Ethan leaned in, one hand braced against the door beside my head, his presence swallowing up the space between us.His voice was low, final. “I’ll pay off all your loans and give you a hundred thousand dollars a month.”My breath caught.A hundred thousand. Every month. More than I made in a year. More than I’d ever seen in my life.I opened my mouth, but no words came out.Ethan studied me, his expression unreadable. Then, as if he were already bored of the conversation, he straightened, stepping back. “Just accept it. It’s part of the contract anyway.”He turned, already pulling out his phone. “Maria will show you to your room. We’ll talk more after dinner.”I was still frozen in place when a quiet voice spoke from behind me.“This way, ma’am.”I turned.A young woman in a neatly pressed uniform stood just outside the doorway, her hands clasped in fr
Ariana pov“And one more problem,” I said, arms crossed. “We still need to meet my parents.”Ethan, for the first time since I met him, actually looked caught off guard. “What?”I raised a brow. “Did you forget that’s part of the marriage process?”He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “Oh. Right.” Then, just as quickly, he stood up. “Go get dressed. We’re going to meet them now.”I blinked. “Wait—what?”“This night?”“Yes, this night.” His tone was flat, like it wasn’t even up for debate. “I don’t like to waste time when I can get things done.” He checked his watch. “So unless you want me dragging you there in whatever you’re wearing now, go change.”I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could even get a word in, he turned and called out, “Maria.”The maid appeared beside me so fast I nearly jumped.“Get my fiancée ready,” Ethan ordered. “We’re going to meet her parents.”“Okay, sir.”Before I could protest, Maria gently took my arm and led me upstairs.Everything after that w
Ariana povIt had been two days since we visited my parents, and surprisingly, everything had been okay so far. I had barely seen Ethan or Jared in nearly two days.Just a blur of staff, drivers, silence, and marble floors echoing under my footsteps.The house—if I could even call this mansion that,was huge, elegant and completely lifeless. Like a museum. Beautiful, but cold with no sign of family warmth. The only sound was the soft hum of central air and the occasional polite knock from a housekeeper asking if I needed anything.I didn’t.What I needed was conversation. Chaos.I was bored out of my mind.I missed the hospital. The nurses’ lounge with its burnt coffee and overheard gossip. The adrenaline of night shifts. The quiet, sacred moments with patients. The way I felt useful.Here, I felt like a decoration.After the wedding I’ll talk to him. Ask if I can go back to work.I didn’t need his permission, not really.But if we were going to pretend to be husband and wife, we nee
Ariana povThe sun was still high in the sky when I returned from the dress fitting. The gown would be delivered after a few alterations, and I couldn’t say I felt anything. No butterflies, no joy—just a numb weight in my chest.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion, I murmured a thank-you to the driver and stepped out. I headed straight for the stairs, hoping to disappear into my room before—“Ariana.”I turned around slowly, my heart already picking up speed. Jared stood at the base of the stairs, still in his scrubs. “Hi, Jared,” I managed, forcing a polite smile. “Long shift?”He nodded once. “Emergency surgery. I had to fly out for it.”I folded my arms, suddenly self-conscious. “That explains why you’ve been gone for the past two days.”There was a pause. I took a step toward the stairs, ready to retreat.“I’m just going to head up and wash—”“How long, Ariana?” His voice dropped, it was smooth but edged with something dangerous.I stopped cold in my tracks.“I—
Ariana povI took the cup of ginger tea to his room and knocked softly on the door.“Who is that?” His voice was slightly hoarse.“It’s me Ariana ,” I replied. “Please open the door.”There was a pause before the door creaked open. His hair was messy, and there was a flush on his cheeks—but somehow, the disheveled look only added to his charm. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.“I, um… brought you some ginger and honey tea. For your cough. Mind if I set it on the table?”His brows lifted in surprise. “You made that for me?”“Of course. I’m a nurse, remember?” I offered a small smile, trying to ignore the way my pulse picked up when his eyes lingered on me.“Oh. Right.” He stepped aside, creating space for me to walk in. “Just… put it on the table.”His room was just as I expected—simple, clean, and luxurious. Everything was black and white, sharp lines and cold tones. It looked untouched, like a hotel room. The only sign someone lived there was the open laptop and the faint scent
Ariana’s POVIt had been five days since I moved into Ethan’s house—And today? His mother was coming. Along with his sister.My stomach was practically doing backflips. The Olympics were happening there and I was losing.I pressed my phone between my ear and shoulder as I brushed my teeth,my voice muffled by the buzz of the toothbrush.“Clara!” I whined, “I’m losing my mind. What if they don’t like me? Or worse, what if they really don’t like me?”“Girl, calm down,” Clara said, absolutely unfazed. “You’re cute. You’re lovable. How could anyone hate you? Look at those chubby cheeks!”I paused to glance at the mirror. “…Well. I guess you’re right.”“Besides,” she added, “this isn’t even a real marriage. You’re doing their son a favor, remember?”I rinsed my mouth and leaned against the sink like the drama queen I was becoming.“I haven’t even told you the worst part.”“Oh God, what now?”“Ethan invited my parents too.”I groaned. “Since the wedding is tomorrow, he thought it’d be fun f
Ariana povThe moment passed, thankfully, when the cook announced that lunch was ready. I wasn’t used to having so much attention on me.From the second I sat down, Linda hadn’t stopped shooting glares my way. I responded with the only weapon I had—a smile. At the end of this one-year arrangement, I’d be done and out of their way. Ethan could return to whoever this Cassandra person was—the woman his sister clearly preferred. But that thought—it didn’t sit well. Why was he here with me if he promised marriage to someone else?I bit my lip, forcing the question down.Would asking him be overstepping? Or worse, would it make me sound like I cared so much about his business?I was still lost in thought when the butler appeared at the door and announced the arrival of my family.A strange smile bloomed on my face. I hadn’t wanted them to come initially—I was terrified that everything would be awkward ,but they were still my family. And I loved them. I sat up straighter as they entered th
Ariana’s POVIt had been five days since I moved into Ethan’s house—And today? His mother was coming. Along with his sister.My stomach was practically doing backflips. The Olympics were happening there and I was losing.I pressed my phone between my ear and shoulder as I brushed my teeth,my voice muffled by the buzz of the toothbrush.“Clara!” I whined, “I’m losing my mind. What if they don’t like me? Or worse, what if they really don’t like me?”“Girl, calm down,” Clara said, absolutely unfazed. “You’re cute. You’re lovable. How could anyone hate you? Look at those chubby cheeks!”I paused to glance at the mirror. “…Well. I guess you’re right.”“Besides,” she added, “this isn’t even a real marriage. You’re doing their son a favor, remember?”I rinsed my mouth and leaned against the sink like the drama queen I was becoming.“I haven’t even told you the worst part.”“Oh God, what now?”“Ethan invited my parents too.”I groaned. “Since the wedding is tomorrow, he thought it’d be fun f
Ariana povI took the cup of ginger tea to his room and knocked softly on the door.“Who is that?” His voice was slightly hoarse.“It’s me Ariana ,” I replied. “Please open the door.”There was a pause before the door creaked open. His hair was messy, and there was a flush on his cheeks—but somehow, the disheveled look only added to his charm. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.“I, um… brought you some ginger and honey tea. For your cough. Mind if I set it on the table?”His brows lifted in surprise. “You made that for me?”“Of course. I’m a nurse, remember?” I offered a small smile, trying to ignore the way my pulse picked up when his eyes lingered on me.“Oh. Right.” He stepped aside, creating space for me to walk in. “Just… put it on the table.”His room was just as I expected—simple, clean, and luxurious. Everything was black and white, sharp lines and cold tones. It looked untouched, like a hotel room. The only sign someone lived there was the open laptop and the faint scent
Ariana povThe sun was still high in the sky when I returned from the dress fitting. The gown would be delivered after a few alterations, and I couldn’t say I felt anything. No butterflies, no joy—just a numb weight in my chest.When the car rolled to a stop in front of the mansion, I murmured a thank-you to the driver and stepped out. I headed straight for the stairs, hoping to disappear into my room before—“Ariana.”I turned around slowly, my heart already picking up speed. Jared stood at the base of the stairs, still in his scrubs. “Hi, Jared,” I managed, forcing a polite smile. “Long shift?”He nodded once. “Emergency surgery. I had to fly out for it.”I folded my arms, suddenly self-conscious. “That explains why you’ve been gone for the past two days.”There was a pause. I took a step toward the stairs, ready to retreat.“I’m just going to head up and wash—”“How long, Ariana?” His voice dropped, it was smooth but edged with something dangerous.I stopped cold in my tracks.“I—
Ariana povIt had been two days since we visited my parents, and surprisingly, everything had been okay so far. I had barely seen Ethan or Jared in nearly two days.Just a blur of staff, drivers, silence, and marble floors echoing under my footsteps.The house—if I could even call this mansion that,was huge, elegant and completely lifeless. Like a museum. Beautiful, but cold with no sign of family warmth. The only sound was the soft hum of central air and the occasional polite knock from a housekeeper asking if I needed anything.I didn’t.What I needed was conversation. Chaos.I was bored out of my mind.I missed the hospital. The nurses’ lounge with its burnt coffee and overheard gossip. The adrenaline of night shifts. The quiet, sacred moments with patients. The way I felt useful.Here, I felt like a decoration.After the wedding I’ll talk to him. Ask if I can go back to work.I didn’t need his permission, not really.But if we were going to pretend to be husband and wife, we nee
Ariana pov“And one more problem,” I said, arms crossed. “We still need to meet my parents.”Ethan, for the first time since I met him, actually looked caught off guard. “What?”I raised a brow. “Did you forget that’s part of the marriage process?”He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “Oh. Right.” Then, just as quickly, he stood up. “Go get dressed. We’re going to meet them now.”I blinked. “Wait—what?”“This night?”“Yes, this night.” His tone was flat, like it wasn’t even up for debate. “I don’t like to waste time when I can get things done.” He checked his watch. “So unless you want me dragging you there in whatever you’re wearing now, go change.”I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could even get a word in, he turned and called out, “Maria.”The maid appeared beside me so fast I nearly jumped.“Get my fiancée ready,” Ethan ordered. “We’re going to meet her parents.”“Okay, sir.”Before I could protest, Maria gently took my arm and led me upstairs.Everything after that w
Ariana povI should walk out. Right now. Just turn around and leave before this gets any worse.But before I could even open my mouth, Ethan leaned in, one hand braced against the door beside my head, his presence swallowing up the space between us.His voice was low, final. “I’ll pay off all your loans and give you a hundred thousand dollars a month.”My breath caught.A hundred thousand. Every month. More than I made in a year. More than I’d ever seen in my life.I opened my mouth, but no words came out.Ethan studied me, his expression unreadable. Then, as if he were already bored of the conversation, he straightened, stepping back. “Just accept it. It’s part of the contract anyway.”He turned, already pulling out his phone. “Maria will show you to your room. We’ll talk more after dinner.”I was still frozen in place when a quiet voice spoke from behind me.“This way, ma’am.”I turned.A young woman in a neatly pressed uniform stood just outside the doorway, her hands clasped in fr
Ethan povI feel bad forcing her into this contract.But she’s the only one I could think of on such short notice.My grandfather left me no choice—it was either find a wife in a week or marry Cassandra. And for the life of me, I’d rather marry a horse than her.Everything had been running smoothly until the night I got the call.I was sitting in my office, half-listening to my assistant go over the next morning’s itinerary when my phone buzzed. The name on the screen made me pause.Grandfather.He rarely called. Not unless it was something serious.I waved off my assistant and answered. “Ethan.” His voice was as sharp as ever, like he was already halfway through the conversation.“Grandfather,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”He didn’t humor the pleasantries. “Do you know why I built Cole Industries?”I sighed. “Because you wanted an empire.”“No,” he said. “Because I wanted legacy.”Here we go.“You’ve done well,” he continued, as if he hadn’t stea
Ariana pov And with that final chart signed, another day of work was done and completed. I really loved my job. The patients, the rush, the tiny victories—it gave me a sense of purpose. But I also loved the moments when I could clock out, take off my scrubs, and just breathe. Those sweet, golden after-work hours? Bliss. Smiling to myself, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder as I headed out of the clinic. “Hey, Ariana. You heading home?” Jared called out from behind the front desk. Jared was one of my coworkers—sweet, a little too charming for his own good with his long blond hair and green eyes that could make a girl swoon, and very much not someone I was mentally equipped to deal with right now. “Yes, I am,” I said, flashing a polite smile. “Would you maybe want to meet for coffee some—?” “Oh no, look at the time!” I cut in quickly, holding up my phone and faking surprise. “Gotta run,Bye!” Before he could reply, I darted out the door, my bag bouncing at my s