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~Reid~

Switzerland was colder than I remembered. Or maybe it was just me.

The glass-walled conference room overlooked Lake Geneva, its icy surface reflecting the pale winter sun. Beyond it, the snow-capped Alps stood sharp against a cloudless blue sky — beautiful, imposing, unmoving.

It should’ve been calming. Impressive, even.

But all I felt was restless.

Because my phone sat face-down on the table, and I was forcing myself not to check it.

“Mr. Callahan?”

I looked up, masking my distraction with practiced ease. My expression was unreadable — the kind I’d perfected over years of negotiations and high-stakes deals.

“Go on,” I said coolly.

The man across from me — some European financier with too much confidence and not enough leverage — shifted nervously under my gaze. The room was warm, but I watched a bead of sweat slip down his temple.

Good.

That meant I still had the upper hand.

“We’re prepared to move forward with the terms you outlined,” he said, his voice carefully measured. “B
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  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Forty one

    ~Fallon~The Callahan estate was as intimidating as ever.All glass and stone and old money elegance, sitting at the edge of a perfectly manicured lawn that stretched on for acres. The kind of house where everything felt too pristine to touch — too polished, too perfect.Too easy to break.And today —It felt like a trap.My heels clicked against the marble floors as I stepped inside the grand foyer. The place always smelled faintly of roses and old wood, the scent so familiar it felt like stepping into another life — one I’d never quite fit into.“Fallon, darling!”Evelyn Callahan’s voice rang out like music, warm and welcoming as ever. She swept toward me with that effortless grace, her arms outstretched, her designer silk dress flowing as if she were gliding. The hug was light and perfumed, like everything about her — delicate but calculated.“I’m so glad you could come,” she said, pulling back with a beaming smile. Her perfectly styled blonde hair didn’t move an inch.“Of course,”

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-23

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Forty two

    ~Fallon~The mansion felt colder when Reid wasn’t in it.Not that I cared.I kept telling myself that.The silence was a blessing — no arguments, no clipped conversations, no lingering looks I didn’t want to think about. No pretending. Just peace.And yet, the emptiness pressed down harder than it should have. It stretched through every inch of the house, filling the polished rooms and pristine hallways with a quiet that felt heavy instead of restful. The house was too big, too elegant — and without the sharp edge of Reid’s presence, it felt like a museum. Beautiful and hollow.But that was a good thing. It was what I wanted.At least that’s what I told myself as I wandered into the kitchen for a late-night snack. The clock on the wall read just after midnight, and the cool marble floors sent a shiver up my spine. I moved on instinct, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and a bottle of water from the fridge, trying not to think about the ache of the quiet.I shouldn’t miss his voice.Or

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-23

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Forty three

    ~Fallon~The sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, and I froze.He was back.For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My fingers tightened around the phone in my hand, but I didn’t look at the screen. My eyes stayed locked on the hallway outside my bedroom, and I listened.Footsteps. Slow, steady, unhurried. The sound of his shoes against the marble floors sent an ache through my chest — one I refused to name. I heard his voice a moment later, low and calm as he spoke to one of the staff. He didn’t sound tired. He didn’t sound…anything.Then — silence.I waited. I told myself I wasn’t, but I did. I waited for the sound of his steps moving toward me. For the knock on my door. For his voice saying my name.But it never came.He didn’t come looking for me.The minutes stretched out, the quiet in the house growing heavier with each one. My pulse slowed. My grip on the phone loosened.And I told myself this was a good thing. That I didn’t want to see him. That I didn’t care.B

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-23

  • Fallon’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

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Two

    I couldn’t believe it—I was back at my parents’ house for the second time in one week. What the heck was going on?After that awkward reunion dinner, I’d made a clean escape, dodging further conversations with Reid and retreating to my apartment. My plan was to forget the entire encounter. But my mother clearly had other ideas, calling me relentlessly even when I was in the middle of shooting content for small brands. Things had finally started picking up with my content creation, and I wasn’t about to let anything derail me.Still, my mother’s persistence wore me down. Now here I was, sitting in the living room, staring at my parents with growing apprehension.“We have something to discuss with you,” Mom began, her nervous eyes darting to my father.My father cleared his throat, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the tension. “I’ll get straight to the point.”I braced myself. When Daniel Prescott spoke, there were no sugar-coated words.“The company is going under, and to save

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Three

    Mia Sinclair had been my best friend since we were kids, practically inseparable through every high and low. So when I called her in a panic, she didn’t hesitate to show up at my parents’ house, ditching work with zero regrets.The moment she walked into my bedroom, balancing a bottle of wine and a basket of snacks, she fixed me with a curious look.“Girl, what were you saying on the phone?” Mia demanded, setting everything down on my bed.I rolled my eyes and grabbed a samosa from the basket, dodging her hand as she tried to smack me for being impatient.“My marriage has been arranged to Reid Callahan,” I said flatly, my voice devoid of any emotion.Mia blinked. “What the actual fu—”“Language!” I cut in, frowning.“Sorry, but WHAT?”“It’s not happening,” I declared firmly, more to convince myself than her.Mia’s eyes widened. “Wait… Are you talking about the Reid Callahan?”“Who else?”“Oh my God!” she screeched, making me wince and cover my ears.“This is not good news,” I muttered

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Four

    I was sick of it.Being a content creator meant I lived for the camera, but this time I wanted nothing to do with pictures or social media posts. Mia, however, was having the time of her life.“I need to talk to Reid,” I said as she took yet another shot of my engagement ring.“How many pictures do you even need?” I grumbled, snatching my hand back.“Patience, sis. This is gold,” Mia said smugly, snapping one last shot.The worst part? She’d already made Reid and me take several photos together, all lovey-dovey like we were a real couple. I’d wanted to gag the entire time.“Eager to see your hot fiancé, I see,” Mia teased, wiggling her eyebrows.Rolling my eyes, I ignored her as I strode toward Reid and our fathers, who were deep in conversation about business.Before I could speak, Mr. Callahan pulled me into a warm hug. “Welcome to the family, Fallon.”“Thank you,” I forced out with a polite smile. “Reid, can I talk to you for a moment?”“He’s all yours,” my father said with a knowi

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Five

    ~Reid~A few days had passed, and I still hadn’t heard a word from her. Part of me wondered if the terms in the contract had been too much for her to handle.Most women wanted the fairy tale —love, marriage, and the whole happily ever after package. A contract marriage? That was asking for too much, I suppose. I got it. But I wasn’t about to be tied down by any of that nonsense. The only reason I even agreed to this arrangement was because my father practically begged me to do it.And Fallon? I wasn’t about to fake any interest in her.I glanced at my watch —Friday night. Time to blow off some steam.I pulled out my phone and dialed Dave. “What’s up?”“You ready?”“On my way. I’ll meet you at the club,” I said, hanging up.Back at my condo, I took a quick shower before pulling on a pair of jeans and a leather jacket. Perfect for the night ahead.Running into Fallon at the club? That was not part of the plan.I froze when I spotted her through the crowd, feeling something weird twist i

    ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-19

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  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Forty three

    ~Fallon~The sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, and I froze.He was back.For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My fingers tightened around the phone in my hand, but I didn’t look at the screen. My eyes stayed locked on the hallway outside my bedroom, and I listened.Footsteps. Slow, steady, unhurried. The sound of his shoes against the marble floors sent an ache through my chest — one I refused to name. I heard his voice a moment later, low and calm as he spoke to one of the staff. He didn’t sound tired. He didn’t sound…anything.Then — silence.I waited. I told myself I wasn’t, but I did. I waited for the sound of his steps moving toward me. For the knock on my door. For his voice saying my name.But it never came.He didn’t come looking for me.The minutes stretched out, the quiet in the house growing heavier with each one. My pulse slowed. My grip on the phone loosened.And I told myself this was a good thing. That I didn’t want to see him. That I didn’t care.B

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Forty two

    ~Fallon~The mansion felt colder when Reid wasn’t in it.Not that I cared.I kept telling myself that.The silence was a blessing — no arguments, no clipped conversations, no lingering looks I didn’t want to think about. No pretending. Just peace.And yet, the emptiness pressed down harder than it should have. It stretched through every inch of the house, filling the polished rooms and pristine hallways with a quiet that felt heavy instead of restful. The house was too big, too elegant — and without the sharp edge of Reid’s presence, it felt like a museum. Beautiful and hollow.But that was a good thing. It was what I wanted.At least that’s what I told myself as I wandered into the kitchen for a late-night snack. The clock on the wall read just after midnight, and the cool marble floors sent a shiver up my spine. I moved on instinct, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and a bottle of water from the fridge, trying not to think about the ache of the quiet.I shouldn’t miss his voice.Or

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Forty one

    ~Fallon~The Callahan estate was as intimidating as ever.All glass and stone and old money elegance, sitting at the edge of a perfectly manicured lawn that stretched on for acres. The kind of house where everything felt too pristine to touch — too polished, too perfect.Too easy to break.And today —It felt like a trap.My heels clicked against the marble floors as I stepped inside the grand foyer. The place always smelled faintly of roses and old wood, the scent so familiar it felt like stepping into another life — one I’d never quite fit into.“Fallon, darling!”Evelyn Callahan’s voice rang out like music, warm and welcoming as ever. She swept toward me with that effortless grace, her arms outstretched, her designer silk dress flowing as if she were gliding. The hug was light and perfumed, like everything about her — delicate but calculated.“I’m so glad you could come,” she said, pulling back with a beaming smile. Her perfectly styled blonde hair didn’t move an inch.“Of course,”

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Forty

    ~Reid~Switzerland was colder than I remembered. Or maybe it was just me.The glass-walled conference room overlooked Lake Geneva, its icy surface reflecting the pale winter sun. Beyond it, the snow-capped Alps stood sharp against a cloudless blue sky — beautiful, imposing, unmoving.It should’ve been calming. Impressive, even.But all I felt was restless.Because my phone sat face-down on the table, and I was forcing myself not to check it.“Mr. Callahan?”I looked up, masking my distraction with practiced ease. My expression was unreadable — the kind I’d perfected over years of negotiations and high-stakes deals.“Go on,” I said coolly.The man across from me — some European financier with too much confidence and not enough leverage — shifted nervously under my gaze. The room was warm, but I watched a bead of sweat slip down his temple.Good.That meant I still had the upper hand.“We’re prepared to move forward with the terms you outlined,” he said, his voice carefully measured. “B

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Thirty nine

    ~Fallon~The house felt too big without him.Which was ridiculous.Reid and I barely spent time together when he was home, moving around each other like polite strangers. Separate rooms, separate lives. We’d mastered the art of coexistence — the kind where you shared space but not warmth. The kind where silence was easier than words.But now that he was gone —I felt the absence everywhere.It was in the cool, empty side of the bed in his bedroom that hadn’t been touched in days. In the faint, lingering scent of his cologne on the jacket he’d left draped over the chair. In the echo of my own footsteps on the marble floors, where his used to fall in rhythm beside mine even when we were fighting — as usual.The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was deafening.I told myself not to care. But that was a lie.Work Doesn’t HelpI threw myself into work, desperate for distraction.I set up my camera in the sun-drenched bathroom, arranging products in perfect symmetry on the counter. The lighting wa

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Thirty eight

    ~Fallon~The text came through just as I was finishing an edit—short, casual, and completely infuriating.Reid: Out of town for a few days. Don’t wait up.I stared at the screen, my fingers tightening around my phone. That was it? No conversation, no explanation—just a six-word text like I was his assistant and not his wife.The anger came first—hot and immediate. Then came the hurt, creeping in quietly behind it, unwelcome but impossible to ignore.I shouldn’t care.But I did.And I hated that.I put my phone down and tried to refocus on the article I was editing, but the words blurred together. My mind kept circling back to him, to the way he’d slipped so easily out of my life with barely a parting word. We’d never pretended this marriage was anything more than a business arrangement, but lately, the lines had gotten… fuzzy.There had been moments—soft, unexpected ones—where it felt like something real. The late-night conversations, the quiet looks across a crowded room, the way his

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Thirty seven

    ~Reid~I should’ve known better than to agree to brunch.But my mother had called, and my father had insisted, and I’d caved—because years of experience had taught me that saying no to Evelyn Callahan only delayed the inevitable. And so here I was, seated at a too-fancy table in one of their favorite private clubs, already regretting every life choice that had led me here.The air smelled like fresh pastries and subtle wealth. Soft piano music played in the background. Everything was pristine, polished, and far too bright for a Sunday morning after the week I’d had.My mother, Evelyn Callahan, was practically glowing. “Oh, darling, married life suits you,” she said, beaming as she reached across the table to straighten my tie.I resisted the urge to sigh. “Good to know.”“And Fallon—oh, she’s just thriving,” my mom continued, her eyes sparkling. “That kiss at the gala—my heart!”My father, Charles, cleared his throat, looking like he very much wanted to be anywhere else. “Evelyn—”“Oh

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Thirty six

    ~Fallon~I woke up to chaos. I thought it would be over that morning after I chased Reid out of my room with my pillows constantly launched at him. I went back to sleep but the buzzing of my phone dragged me out of a restless sleep, and the second my eyes cracked open, I knew it was not over. The vibrations weren’t stopping—texts, notifications, mentions—piling up faster than I could even think about responding.I squinted at the screen and blinked at the flood of alerts. The numbers kept climbing.The kiss.Our kiss.It was everywhere.The Headline were still rolling out and it was crazy. The media had gone absolutely feral.“Fallon Callahan and Reid Callahan’s Sizzling Chemistry Steals the Spotlight!”“Inside the Billionaire Romance Everyone’s Obsessed With.”“When Business Meets Passion: Reid and Fallon’s Love Story Takes Center Stage.”I swallowed hard, my thumb freezing as I scrolled through picture after picture.Reid’s hand tangled in my hair, his fingers curled at the nap

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   Thirty five

    ~Fallon~Victoria’s smile was the kind designed to make women uncomfortable. Sharp. Knowing. The kind that said she thought she knew something I didn’t.And I hated it.I hated the way it made my skin prickle, hated the smug tilt of her head and the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. But most of all, I hated the fact that she was here.Because where Victoria went, trouble always followed. I wondered why she couldn’t stay away from us.“Reid,” she purred, ignoring me entirely. “It’s been quite a while.”Her voice was smooth as silk, but there was an edge beneath it — the kind of edge that cut if you weren’t careful.“Not long enough,” I muttered under my breath.Reid’s hand on my waist tightened—a subtle warning—and my pulse fluttered at the contact. Even through the haze of irritation, I was hyperaware of the way his fingers curved around me, warm and steady. Grounding.“Victoria,” he said coolly, his face impassive. “I’m really surprised to see you here.”She batted her lashes, the p

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