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Seventy four
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~Fallon~I shouldn’t have called him.The second I heard his voice — low and rough, like I’d woken him or maybe just caught him off guard — I knew it was a mistake.But I couldn’t help it.The house was too quiet. The walls were too big. And the distance between us was starting to feel impossible.I just… wanted to hear your voice.God, I hated myself for saying it.But the worst part?I meant it.When the call ended, the house felt even emptier than before.I stood there for a long time, my phone still warm in my hand, listening to the echo of his last words.Fallon. Don’t hang up.I should’ve stayed on the line. Should’ve told him the truth — that I missed him, that this house didn’t feel like home when he wasn’t here, that I didn’t know how to keep pretending this wasn’t getting too real.But instead, I said goodbye.And now the silence felt deafening.I wandered from room to room, my footsteps echoing against the sleek marble floors. The house was beautiful — perfect, even — but i
Последнее обновление : 2025-04-05Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy six
~Fallon~If one more person asked me where my husband was, I was going to scream.The award event was glamorous — all glittering lights, designer gowns, and the hum of excitement in the air. It should’ve been perfect. A night to celebrate, network, and remind the world why I was good at this.But all anyone wanted to talk about was Reid.“Fallon! Fallon, over here!”The photographers called out from the sidelines, their cameras flashing in quick bursts as I stepped onto the red carpet. I smiled — the one I’d perfected years ago, the one that said I’m fine even when I wasn’t — and posed, my dress flowing like liquid ink around me.But the questions started almost immediately.“Fallon! Looking stunning tonight! But we have to ask — where’s Reid?”The smile never wavered. But my fingers tightened around the clutch in my hand.“He’s traveling for work,” I said smoothly, the answer so well-rehearsed it came out like silk.But of course, they didn’t stop there.“Is everything okay between y
Последнее обновление : 2025-04-05Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy seven
~Fallon~I wasn’t expecting him.Not that night. Not that way.The house had been so quiet for days — the kind of stillness that settles into your bones, making the space around you feel too big, too empty. I’d gotten used to it. Or maybe I just convinced myself I had.So when the front door creaked open — that familiar, heavy sound cutting through the silence — I didn’t think twice. It had to be one of the staff. Maybe the housekeeper coming back for something she’d forgotten. Or the groundskeeper checking in.But then I heard the footsteps.Heavy. Certain. Not rushed, not tentative — just… his.And my heart jumped into my throat.I barely had time to stand before he appeared in the doorway.Reid Callahan was home. Again.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.He looked… tired. The sharp edges of his suit were rumpled, his tie loosened and hanging unevenly around his neck. There was stubble darkening his jaw, and his hair — usually so perfectly styled — was slightly tousled, like h
Последнее обновление : 2025-04-05Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy eight
~Fallon~ For weeks, we’d been living separate lives. We passed each other like strangers in this massive house — polite, distant, and pretending the kiss that changed everything never happened. He worked late. I buried myself in content creation. And the silence stretched so long, I almost started to believe this was how it was always going to be. There were moments — brief, fleeting — when the distance slipped. The brush of his hand when we reached for the same thing. The way his eyes would linger a second too long when he thought I wasn’t looking. The tension that built every time we were in the same room, thick and electric, even when we weren’t speaking. But neither of us crossed the line. And the space between us kept growing. Work kept me busy. Campaigns rolled in, brand deals lined up, and my schedule was packed with photo shoots, product launches, and back-to-back editing sessions. My days blurred into a steady rhythm of content and deadlines — and I was gratefu
Последнее обновление : 2025-04-06Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy nine
~Fallon~I knew this trip was going to be a disaster the second my mom sent the itinerary.Not because of the early morning hikes or the “bonding activities” she’d planned.But because of the guest list.My older brother, Oliver, was flying in from Singapore with his wife — Elise — a woman I’d spoken to maybe three times since their wedding five years ago. Elise had the warmth of a marble statue and the personality to match, and the last time we’d been in the same room, she’d spent the entire dinner correcting my mom’s French.My half-sister, Bianca, was coming too. Of course she was. And she was bringing her husband, because why not make things as awkward as possible?Neither of them had come to my wedding.But sure. Let’s play happy families on a weekend getaway.I paced the bedroom while Reid packed, the sound of the zipper sliding shut making my nerves spike.“You know they didn’t even call?” I said, arms crossed tight. “Not a single message when we got married. But suddenly, they
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~Fallon~I knew the dinner was doomed before the first course even hit the table.The air was thick — too many forced smiles, too much wine poured too fast. My mom was already on edge, flitting around the dining room like her life depended on keeping everything light. The crystal gleamed, the candles flickered, and the estate’s chef served courses that looked like art.But none of it mattered.Not with the people seated around the table.Bianca, with her too-sweet smile and sharper tongue. Oliver, already half-checked out and scrolling through his phone. Elise, his perfectly poised wife, watching everything with cold calculation.And my father.He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence enough to make my throat tight.He didn’t have to say much. He rarely did when the family gathered.But when he did speak?Everyone listened.“So, Fallon,” Bianca began, her voice light and casual — which was exactly how I knew she was about to go for blood. “You’ve been busy, h
Последнее обновление : 2025-04-07Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty one
~Fallon~I should’ve seen this coming.The second my mom handed out the room keys with that too-bright smile, I knew something was up. And when she passed me one key — just one — I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach.“Wait,” I said slowly, holding the single key between my fingers. “One?”“Oh, don’t be silly, Fallon.” My mom waved a hand like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re married. You don’t need separate rooms.”I blinked. My brain short-circuited. I looked down at the key like it had personally betrayed me.When I finally managed to find my voice, it was strained. “Mom —”But before I could get another word out, Reid swooped in like the traitor he was.“Of course,” he said smoothly, sliding the key out of my hand with that practiced charm that fooled everyone but me. “Thank you, Vivian.”My mother beamed.I plotted his murder.The room was beautiful.Of course it was. My mom didn’t do modest. The suite was huge — high ceilings, a private balcony overlookin
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~Fallon~I should’ve known breakfast would be a battlefield.The dining room was already buzzing when we walked in — my mom’s voice pitched too high, the clink of silverware against porcelain, the quiet hum of tension just beneath the surface.Oliver and Elise sat at one end of the table, their heads bent together in low conversation. Bianca scrolled on her phone, perfectly manicured fingers tapping the screen like she was already over this entire gathering.And my dad? He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence a gravity that pulled everyone’s moods down with it.Reid’s hand brushed the small of my back as we found our seats — a light, familiar touch that shouldn’t have made my pulse jump the way it did. But I was still trying to shake off the memory of waking up wrapped in him — his warmth, his scent, the slow, steady weight of his arm around my waist.The space between us felt smaller than it had in a long time. And I didn’t know what to do with that.“Well,
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~Fallon~I woke up with one thought in my head: Get me out of here.The sun wasn’t even fully up yet, but I was already wide awake — my body stiff from the too-fancy guest bed, my head pounding from too many forced smiles and carefully swallowed words.This trip had been a disaster from the moment we arrived. And while part of me wanted to stick it out and prove that Bianca and Oliver and everyone else’s judgment didn’t affect me, the other part was ready to throw my bags into the car and never look back.Beside me, Reid was still asleep.The unfamiliar sight made me pause — the sharp, controlled man he always was softened in sleep. His breathing was slow and even, his brow relaxed in a way I rarely saw when he was awake.The tension between us hadn’t eased, not really. But for a moment, watching him like this, I felt something I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time.Safe.I tore my eyes away.Safe was dangerous. And it wasn’t real.If I thought I was the only one eager to leave, the
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty six
~Fallon~The fire crackled, sending sparks dancing into the night sky. The air smelled like woodsmoke and toasted marshmallows, and for a brief moment, the warmth of the flames almost made me believe this was a normal family gathering.But nothing with my family ever stayed peaceful for long.The seating arrangement alone was enough to set me on edge. Oliver and Elise sat off to one side, speaking in hushed tones that made it clear they had no interest in anyone else’s conversation. Bianca lounged in one of the Adirondack chairs like she owned the place, sipping her wine with a smirk that set my teeth on edge.My parents were doing their best to keep things civil — my mom fluttering around with drinks and snacks, my dad maintaining his usual stoic silence.And then there was Reid.Sitting next to me. Close enough that his warmth wrapped around me, close enough that every time his arm brushed mine, my skin tingled.Too close. And not close enough.The fire wasn’t the only thing making
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty five
~Fallon~The room went silent.Bianca’s eyes went wide, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn’t quite believe what she’d just heard.And honestly? Neither could I.Reid stood in the doorway, his face calm and unreadable — but there was a sharpness in his voice I’d never heard before. A quiet, controlled anger that sent a shiver down my spine.“Is there a problem?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Bianca.She recovered fast. “We were just talking.”“Funny,” Reid said, his tone ice. “It didn’t sound like that from where I was standing.”I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.I hated this — the attention, the confrontation, the fact that my husband had to step in because I couldn’t seem to fight my own battles.But at the same time, I couldn’t look away from him.Reid wasn’t just defending me. He was staking a claim.And it left me breathless.Bianca’s smile turned brittle. “You’re awfully protective, Reid. But I’m sure Fallon doesn’t need you fighting her battles.”“You’re rig
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty four
~Fallon~I didn’t go back inside right away.The sun was warm on my skin, but I still felt cold — the kind of cold that starts in your chest and spreads, making every breath feel heavy.My father’s words echoed in my head, relentless and sharp.Keep him happy. Or this entire family pays the price.The sheer unfairness of it made my stomach churn. I’d given them everything. I’d married a man I barely knew for this family’s sake, played the role they needed me to play. And still — still — it wasn’t enough.I wanted to scream.But Prescott women didn’t scream.We smiled through the bitterness. We kept our voices soft and steady. We held our heads high, no matter how heavy the crown got.So I stood there until my breathing slowed and my face didn’t betray a thing.And when I finally walked back into the house, I wore my mask so well even I almost believed it.⸻But Reid saw through it anyway. He noticed.Of course he did.Reid Callahan was far too sharp not to pick up on the shift — the
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty three
~Fallon~The study smelled like leather and scotch.It was a room built for power — dark wood, sleek lines, shelves lined with books that no one had touched in years. My father’s domain. His throne.The door clicked shut behind me, and just like that, the air grew heavier.He moved to his desk, slow and deliberate, every step calculated. The glass of scotch he lifted met the light with a quiet clink, and the sound of his silence was louder than any raised voice could’ve been.“Sit,” he said finally.I stayed standing.“I hope you’re taking this seriously, Fallon.”My pulse kicked up, but I kept my face carefully neutral. I knew better than to show weakness in this room.“This?” I asked, arms crossed tight. “What exactly are we talking about?”His eyes lifted to mine — cool and unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Your marriage.”Of course.I forced a steady breath. “I think I’ve done a pretty convincing job so far.”“Convincing,” he repeated slowly. “Isn’t good enough.”He set his gl
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty two
~Fallon~I should’ve known breakfast would be a battlefield.The dining room was already buzzing when we walked in — my mom’s voice pitched too high, the clink of silverware against porcelain, the quiet hum of tension just beneath the surface.Oliver and Elise sat at one end of the table, their heads bent together in low conversation. Bianca scrolled on her phone, perfectly manicured fingers tapping the screen like she was already over this entire gathering.And my dad? He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence a gravity that pulled everyone’s moods down with it.Reid’s hand brushed the small of my back as we found our seats — a light, familiar touch that shouldn’t have made my pulse jump the way it did. But I was still trying to shake off the memory of waking up wrapped in him — his warmth, his scent, the slow, steady weight of his arm around my waist.The space between us felt smaller than it had in a long time. And I didn’t know what to do with that.“Well,
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty one
~Fallon~I should’ve seen this coming.The second my mom handed out the room keys with that too-bright smile, I knew something was up. And when she passed me one key — just one — I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach.“Wait,” I said slowly, holding the single key between my fingers. “One?”“Oh, don’t be silly, Fallon.” My mom waved a hand like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re married. You don’t need separate rooms.”I blinked. My brain short-circuited. I looked down at the key like it had personally betrayed me.When I finally managed to find my voice, it was strained. “Mom —”But before I could get another word out, Reid swooped in like the traitor he was.“Of course,” he said smoothly, sliding the key out of my hand with that practiced charm that fooled everyone but me. “Thank you, Vivian.”My mother beamed.I plotted his murder.The room was beautiful.Of course it was. My mom didn’t do modest. The suite was huge — high ceilings, a private balcony overlookin
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty
~Fallon~I knew the dinner was doomed before the first course even hit the table.The air was thick — too many forced smiles, too much wine poured too fast. My mom was already on edge, flitting around the dining room like her life depended on keeping everything light. The crystal gleamed, the candles flickered, and the estate’s chef served courses that looked like art.But none of it mattered.Not with the people seated around the table.Bianca, with her too-sweet smile and sharper tongue. Oliver, already half-checked out and scrolling through his phone. Elise, his perfectly poised wife, watching everything with cold calculation.And my father.He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence enough to make my throat tight.He didn’t have to say much. He rarely did when the family gathered.But when he did speak?Everyone listened.“So, Fallon,” Bianca began, her voice light and casual — which was exactly how I knew she was about to go for blood. “You’ve been busy, h
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy nine
~Fallon~I knew this trip was going to be a disaster the second my mom sent the itinerary.Not because of the early morning hikes or the “bonding activities” she’d planned.But because of the guest list.My older brother, Oliver, was flying in from Singapore with his wife — Elise — a woman I’d spoken to maybe three times since their wedding five years ago. Elise had the warmth of a marble statue and the personality to match, and the last time we’d been in the same room, she’d spent the entire dinner correcting my mom’s French.My half-sister, Bianca, was coming too. Of course she was. And she was bringing her husband, because why not make things as awkward as possible?Neither of them had come to my wedding.But sure. Let’s play happy families on a weekend getaway.I paced the bedroom while Reid packed, the sound of the zipper sliding shut making my nerves spike.“You know they didn’t even call?” I said, arms crossed tight. “Not a single message when we got married. But suddenly, they
