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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty seven
~Fallon~The Callahan estate was even more intimidating when you knew you were walking into an ambush.Okay, maybe ambush was dramatic. But sitting through dinner with our families — pretending everything was perfect — felt a lot like stepping onto a stage without knowing my lines. And this stage? It came with crystal chandeliers, priceless art, and an audience of people who would pick up on any false note.The house was already bustling when we arrived, the sound of laughter and conversation spilling from the grand dining room. Reid’s hand rested lightly on my back, guiding me inside, and for a brief, fleeting second, it felt… natural.I hated that.Because this wasn’t natural. It was calculated. Just another part of the performance.The Callahans’ staff floated around us in perfectly choreographed movements — collecting coats, offering drinks — and the entire space radiated the kind of wealth that was so ingrained it didn’t even need to be announced. The air smelled like expensive f
Last Updated : 2025-03-25Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty eight
~Fallon~The energy of a launch event was electric — bright lights, loud music, and the hum of conversations between the who’s-who of the industry. It was the kind of night where everything sparkled: the clothes, the jewelry, the champagne — even the air itself felt charged with anticipation.And as I stepped into the sprawling venue for Lumière’s highly anticipated product launch, I felt something I hadn’t in weeks.Excitement.This was my world.Not the cold marble floors of Reid’s mansion. Not the high-stakes dinner parties or whispered conversations about mergers. Not the pressure of being the perfect wife in a marriage built on carefully constructed lies.Here, I was Fallon Prescott Callahan — the influencer. The brand. The woman everyone wanted to know.And tonight? I was ready to shine.My phone buzzed nonstop with notifications as soon as I posted my fit check.The dress was a showstopper — soft gold silk that draped like liquid, the hem brushing my ankles while the thigh-high
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty nine
~Fallon~I wasn’t technically snooping.I was exploring.That’s what I told myself, anyway, as I wandered through one of the many unused rooms in Reid’s impossibly large mansion. The house was so pristine, so perfect, it barely felt lived in — all cold elegance and curated spaces that felt more like a museum than a home.But this room was different.The air smelled faintly of dust and old paper, and sunlight streamed through tall windows, catching the slow swirl of dust motes in the stillness. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined the walls, packed with books that looked untouched — their spines uncreased and colors faded. A worn armchair sat in the corner, its leather cracked and softened with age, the only sign that someone had ever spent time here.It felt… forgotten.Which made it all the more tempting.I moved slowly, my fingers brushing over the shelves, the edges of the desk, the cool glass of framed black-and-white photos I didn’t stop to study. There was a quiet intimacy to this spa
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty
~Fallon~The second I answered my mom’s video call, her face filled my screen — already mid-sentence and in full dramatic flow.“—and I told your aunt not to dye her hair that shade of red, but does she listen to me? No. Now she looks like she’s auditioning for a telenovela villain role.”I burst out laughing, sinking deeper into the couch. “Hi, mom. Nice to see you too.”She waved a hand, completely unbothered. “Ay, I see you all the time. You’re all over the internet.”I groaned. “Don’t remind me.”“Oh, I will.” She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the screen. “That kiss at the gala? Dios mío, I thought I was going to faint.”Of course she brought that up.“Mom—”“Everyone’s talking about it!” she continued, completely ignoring my attempts to derail the conversation. “Your cousins won’t stop sending me articles. Even your grandmother called to ask when the babies are coming.”I nearly choked on my water. “Mom!”“Well?” she pressed, eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. “When
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty one
~Fallon~It started with the coffee.Which was ridiculous, because coffee should never be the cause of anyone’s unraveling. But when you’re living in a pressure cooker — married to a man who acts like you barely exist — sometimes the little things become the breaking point.I came down to the kitchen that morning ready for caffeine and a moment of peace. I was already tired, already on edge. The sleepless nights and the silence in this house were wearing me thin, and I just wanted one thing to go right.But the pot was empty.The lingering scent of freshly brewed coffee mocked me, curling through the air like a taunt. I stared at the machine, my frustration building.“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, glaring at the empty carafe like it had personally betrayed me.“Good morning to you too.”I spun toward the voice, my pulse spiking — and of course, it was him.Reid stood by the counter, perfectly put together in his tailored suit, his dark hair smooth and his tie knotted with infuriati
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty two
~Reid~The bar was quiet — the kind of place where no one asked questions and the whiskey was poured strong. Exactly what I needed.I sat at the far end, away from the clusters of after-work drinkers and couples leaning too close together. The low hum of conversation blended with the soft clink of glasses, and the dim lighting made everything feel removed — distant in a way that matched my mood.Across from me, Andrew watched with mild amusement as I downed my drink. “Rough day?”“You could say that.”He signaled for another round, settling back in his seat like he had all the time in the world. “Let me guess. Work?”“Fallon.”The name slipped out before I could stop it.Andrew’s brows shot up. “The wife?”I ignored the tone — the slight edge of disbelief like he couldn’t quite picture me discussing my personal life. Hell, I couldn’t quite picture it either. But here I was, drinking too fast and talking too much.“We had a fight,” I said, setting my empty glass down with more force th
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty three
~Fallon~The box sitting on my doorstep was enormous.It looked expensive before I even touched it — wrapped in sleek black paper with a silver ribbon tied so perfectly it felt like a crime to mess it up. My name was printed in elegant script on the tag, the kind of handwriting that made me picture calligraphy classes and personal stationery I’d never own.It wasn’t unusual for brands to send PR packages. It came with the job. But this… this felt different.And the minute I dragged it inside and opened the lid, I knew I was right.Because this wasn’t just a PR package.It was a couple’s PR package.Luxe Amor was one of the hottest brands right now — high-end home goods and lifestyle products designed for the kind of aspirational couples everyone envied. The ones with curated homes and cozy, perfect lives. The ones who made love look effortless and beautiful.The campaign was all about romance. Cozy nights in. Beautifully styled moments that felt real but were polished to perfection.T
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One
PrologueEarly 2000sThe whining of the horses at the ranch made my heart race, but I refused to back down. Fear wasn’t going to win today.“I’m not scared of horses,” I muttered to myself, as if saying it out loud would make it true—or maybe scare off whatever ghosts made these creatures seem so intimidating.I pushed the wooden stall door open and stepped inside. The chestnut brown filly stood tall, her coat gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the barn window. This was Honey, my dad’s favorite.“Hi, Honey,” I said nervously, glancing down at my little hands, unsure of what I was even doing there.Before I could rethink this foolish decision, Honey let out a shrill neigh and reared up. My breath caught in my throat as terror gripped me. I didn’t have time to run.Next thing I knew, I was on a pile of hay, my eyes squeezed tightly shut. Strong hands shook me by the shoulders.“Hey! You could’ve gotten hurt!” a boy’s voice yelled in my face.I blinked, my heart still racing. Ang
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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty three
~Fallon~The box sitting on my doorstep was enormous.It looked expensive before I even touched it — wrapped in sleek black paper with a silver ribbon tied so perfectly it felt like a crime to mess it up. My name was printed in elegant script on the tag, the kind of handwriting that made me picture calligraphy classes and personal stationery I’d never own.It wasn’t unusual for brands to send PR packages. It came with the job. But this… this felt different.And the minute I dragged it inside and opened the lid, I knew I was right.Because this wasn’t just a PR package.It was a couple’s PR package.Luxe Amor was one of the hottest brands right now — high-end home goods and lifestyle products designed for the kind of aspirational couples everyone envied. The ones with curated homes and cozy, perfect lives. The ones who made love look effortless and beautiful.The campaign was all about romance. Cozy nights in. Beautifully styled moments that felt real but were polished to perfection.T
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty two
~Reid~The bar was quiet — the kind of place where no one asked questions and the whiskey was poured strong. Exactly what I needed.I sat at the far end, away from the clusters of after-work drinkers and couples leaning too close together. The low hum of conversation blended with the soft clink of glasses, and the dim lighting made everything feel removed — distant in a way that matched my mood.Across from me, Andrew watched with mild amusement as I downed my drink. “Rough day?”“You could say that.”He signaled for another round, settling back in his seat like he had all the time in the world. “Let me guess. Work?”“Fallon.”The name slipped out before I could stop it.Andrew’s brows shot up. “The wife?”I ignored the tone — the slight edge of disbelief like he couldn’t quite picture me discussing my personal life. Hell, I couldn’t quite picture it either. But here I was, drinking too fast and talking too much.“We had a fight,” I said, setting my empty glass down with more force th
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty one
~Fallon~It started with the coffee.Which was ridiculous, because coffee should never be the cause of anyone’s unraveling. But when you’re living in a pressure cooker — married to a man who acts like you barely exist — sometimes the little things become the breaking point.I came down to the kitchen that morning ready for caffeine and a moment of peace. I was already tired, already on edge. The sleepless nights and the silence in this house were wearing me thin, and I just wanted one thing to go right.But the pot was empty.The lingering scent of freshly brewed coffee mocked me, curling through the air like a taunt. I stared at the machine, my frustration building.“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, glaring at the empty carafe like it had personally betrayed me.“Good morning to you too.”I spun toward the voice, my pulse spiking — and of course, it was him.Reid stood by the counter, perfectly put together in his tailored suit, his dark hair smooth and his tie knotted with infuriati
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Fifty
~Fallon~The second I answered my mom’s video call, her face filled my screen — already mid-sentence and in full dramatic flow.“—and I told your aunt not to dye her hair that shade of red, but does she listen to me? No. Now she looks like she’s auditioning for a telenovela villain role.”I burst out laughing, sinking deeper into the couch. “Hi, mom. Nice to see you too.”She waved a hand, completely unbothered. “Ay, I see you all the time. You’re all over the internet.”I groaned. “Don’t remind me.”“Oh, I will.” She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the screen. “That kiss at the gala? Dios mío, I thought I was going to faint.”Of course she brought that up.“Mom—”“Everyone’s talking about it!” she continued, completely ignoring my attempts to derail the conversation. “Your cousins won’t stop sending me articles. Even your grandmother called to ask when the babies are coming.”I nearly choked on my water. “Mom!”“Well?” she pressed, eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. “When
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty nine
~Fallon~I wasn’t technically snooping.I was exploring.That’s what I told myself, anyway, as I wandered through one of the many unused rooms in Reid’s impossibly large mansion. The house was so pristine, so perfect, it barely felt lived in — all cold elegance and curated spaces that felt more like a museum than a home.But this room was different.The air smelled faintly of dust and old paper, and sunlight streamed through tall windows, catching the slow swirl of dust motes in the stillness. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined the walls, packed with books that looked untouched — their spines uncreased and colors faded. A worn armchair sat in the corner, its leather cracked and softened with age, the only sign that someone had ever spent time here.It felt… forgotten.Which made it all the more tempting.I moved slowly, my fingers brushing over the shelves, the edges of the desk, the cool glass of framed black-and-white photos I didn’t stop to study. There was a quiet intimacy to this spa
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty eight
~Fallon~The energy of a launch event was electric — bright lights, loud music, and the hum of conversations between the who’s-who of the industry. It was the kind of night where everything sparkled: the clothes, the jewelry, the champagne — even the air itself felt charged with anticipation.And as I stepped into the sprawling venue for Lumière’s highly anticipated product launch, I felt something I hadn’t in weeks.Excitement.This was my world.Not the cold marble floors of Reid’s mansion. Not the high-stakes dinner parties or whispered conversations about mergers. Not the pressure of being the perfect wife in a marriage built on carefully constructed lies.Here, I was Fallon Prescott Callahan — the influencer. The brand. The woman everyone wanted to know.And tonight? I was ready to shine.My phone buzzed nonstop with notifications as soon as I posted my fit check.The dress was a showstopper — soft gold silk that draped like liquid, the hem brushing my ankles while the thigh-high
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty seven
~Fallon~The Callahan estate was even more intimidating when you knew you were walking into an ambush.Okay, maybe ambush was dramatic. But sitting through dinner with our families — pretending everything was perfect — felt a lot like stepping onto a stage without knowing my lines. And this stage? It came with crystal chandeliers, priceless art, and an audience of people who would pick up on any false note.The house was already bustling when we arrived, the sound of laughter and conversation spilling from the grand dining room. Reid’s hand rested lightly on my back, guiding me inside, and for a brief, fleeting second, it felt… natural.I hated that.Because this wasn’t natural. It was calculated. Just another part of the performance.The Callahans’ staff floated around us in perfectly choreographed movements — collecting coats, offering drinks — and the entire space radiated the kind of wealth that was so ingrained it didn’t even need to be announced. The air smelled like expensive f
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty six
~Reid~I’ve always prided myself on maintaining control—both in the boardroom and in my personal life. But sometimes, even I can’t silence the disquiet that gnaws at the edges of my carefully constructed façade. The gala was supposed to be a simple public relations event: a stage for the perfect couple, a polished performance for the cameras. And yet, as I watched Fallon in that midnight blue dress, smiling for the flashbulbs while I played the stoic billionaire husband, I felt something crack deep inside.I remember the moment vividly. Standing on the red carpet, my hand on hers, I saw a flicker in her eyes—an emotion I’d been trying to lock away. I forced a smile for the press and the cameras, but inside, I was seething with conflicted feelings. Was it anger? Regret? Or something I wasn’t ready to admit at all—an unexpected, raw vulnerability?After the gala, I returned to the quiet of my own world in LA. The mansion, my private sanctuary, was as pristine as ever. Yet every corner e
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Forty five
~Fallon~ The invitation arrived on heavy cardstock, embossed and impossibly elegant — just like everything in the Callahan orbit.The Bennett Foundation Annual GalaI barely had time to process it before my phone buzzed with a text from Reid.Reid: We’re expected. Be ready by seven.That was it. No “please,” no “are you okay with this?” — just an order, like always.My fingers tightened around my phone, irritation sparking in my chest.I was so tired of feeling like an afterthought.When the stylist showed up with an entire rack of couture gowns, I almost told her not to bother. I wanted to rebel — to throw on jeans and a t-shirt and see how Reid liked it.But the Callahan name had expectations. And I knew how to play my part.So I chose a sleek, black satin dress that clung in all the right places and left my back bare. The fabric whispered against my skin with every step, and when I slipped on diamond drop earrings and heels high enough to be dangerous, I looked like the perfect bi
