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Jonathan's Dilemma
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Gabriel sat in the living room of his family’s estate, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The cozy warmth of the crackling fireplace couldn’t ease the chill he felt in his chest. Around him, the family gathered in tense silence.Jonathan stood a few feet away, a folder clutched tightly in his hands. He’d waited for this moment with a sinking heart, dreading the impact this revelation would have. He had already shared the truth with the family; now, it was time to tell Gabriel.“What’s going on?” Gabriel asked, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed his growing unease. “Why does everyone look like someone just died?”Grandma’s lips trembled, and she looked to Jonathan, nodding for him to continue. Jonathan stepped forward, placing the folder on the coffee table in front of Gabriel.“I need you to look at this,” Jonathan said, his tone serious but careful. “It’s about Antonia.”Gabriel frowned, his heart immediately on edge. “Antonia? What about her?” He
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Jonathan was about to respond, but his gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing. He suddenly tapped me on the shoulder, his voice low. “You might want to look up.”I followed his gaze, my heart sinking in my chest when I saw her. Standing in the doorway, looking as out of place as ever, but just as unforgettable.Antonia? What could she be doing here?It felt like the ground beneath me shifted. For a second, I thought I was imagining it—a trick of my overworked, exhausted mind. But no. There she was, standing under the soft glow of the garden lights, her figure as striking and unforgettable as ever.My chest tightened, my breath catching in my throat. I froze, my hands gripping the railing so tightly that the cold stone bit into my palms.How?The question tore through my mind like a whirlwind. How was she here? How did she escape prison? What was she doing at my wedding, of all places?A storm of emotions hit me all at once. Anger. Betrayal. Confusion. The betrayal I thought I had buried cla
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I folded my arms, staring her down. “How the hell did you even get an invite to this place?”Antonia hesitated, her fingers tightening around the hem of her dress. “I heard about it, and I... managed to get one.”I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Managed to get one? Huh?” I repeated. “So what, you just walked up to the venue, smiled at security, and they let you in?”She didn’t answer.Unbelievable. I dragged a hand down my face, frustration burning through me. “That means the guest list wasn’t properly vetted.” My voice was cold, controlled, but inside, I was fuming. “I wasn’t trying to ruin anything,” she said quickly. “I just…”“That’s exactly what you do, Antonia,” I cut her off. “You ruin things.” My jaw clenched. “You don’t get to show up here like this and act like you have the right to be anywhere near me.”She exhaled shakily. “I just wanted to see you, Gabriel.”I shook my head. “And why the hell would I want to see you?” My voice dropped lower, harsher. “Do you think I’d b
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I glanced at the bathroom door. Using his bathroom felt wrong. But what was I supposed to do? Grandma had made it clear. I was staying in this room, and we had to act like a couple.I swallowed and grabbed my pajamas. I took a deep breath and pushed the bathroom door open, my body stiff with hesitation. I half-expected him to snap at me, to tell me I was taking too long or that I shouldn’t have used his bathroom at all. But to my surprise, he didn’t say anything.When I looked back, he was still standing by the window, his back to me, staring out into the night. The bathroom was huge. Everything was sleek, black marble and glass, with a shower big enough to fit three people. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, and for some reason, that made me even more uncomfortable.I shook it off and turned on the shower, stepping under the hot water. My muscles instantly relaxed, but my mind wouldn’t. I finished up quickly, not wanting to push my luck by taking too long. Instead of ste
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