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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy three
~Reid~I hadn’t planned on asking her to come.The words slipped out before I could stop them — an instinct more than a decision. A reckless, thoughtless move from a man who prided himself on never making reckless, thoughtless moves.But once the invitation was out there, there was no taking it back.And then she walked down those stairs.My breath caught. My throat went dry. And every ounce of control I prided myself on slipped through my fingers like sand.The dress hugged her like a second skin, dipping low in the back, revealing just enough to make my thoughts go places they shouldn’t. Her hair fell in soft waves over her bare shoulders, her lips painted in the kind of red that demanded attention.She was elegance and fire, softness and steel — and I knew the second I saw her that I was in trouble.“Ready?” she asked, her voice smooth and effortless.I nodded.But the truth?I hadn’t been ready for Fallon Prescott in a long, long time.She owned the room.Every time she smiled, ev
Last Updated : 2025-04-04Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy four
~Reid~The last thing I wanted was to leave.But I had to.Business didn’t wait for complicated feelings. The Switzerland deal needed my attention — urgently — and Fallon Prescott was already dangerous enough without me sticking around long enough to make a mistake I couldn’t take back.I told myself it was the right call. A few days away would clear my head, give me the space I needed to remember why we’d done this in the first place — why keeping my distance was the only thing keeping us both from falling off the edge.But when I found her in the kitchen that morning, I knew I was lying to myself.Because the longer I stayed away from her, the worse it got.Fallon stood at the counter, hair falling in soft waves down her back. The strap of her tank top slipped slightly off her shoulder, and I shouldn’t have been looking.But I couldn’t stop.Sunlight streamed through the windows, painting her in gold. Her movements were slow and familiar — the quiet morning routine I’d watched from
Last Updated : 2025-04-04Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy five
~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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-04-06Fallon’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
Last Updated : 2025-04-07
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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and ten
~Fallon~It was already midday. I should have never checked my phone after reading the article that morning.That was my first mistake.The second was thinking I could control this.The screen glowed too bright in the darkness of my room, the notifications coming in so fast they blurred together—messages, alerts, missed calls, emails.My name was everywhere.I felt it before I saw it. That sinking, stomach-dropping sensation of something horribly wrong.I took a breath, steadied my hands, and started scrolling.News articles. Blog posts. Speculation threads.All dissecting my marriage.All questioning if Reid and I were real.At first, it was vague—whispers, theories. A few anonymous sources claiming something was off.But then I saw it.The leak.A direct quote from someone claiming to know the truth.“It’s a contract marriage. A business move. It was never about love.”My stomach flipped.My ears rang.I scrolled faster, my vision blurring as the internet did what it did best—picked
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and nine
ReidI knew something was wrong the second my phone started vibrating at five in the morning.No one called me this early unless it was an emergency.I grabbed it off the nightstand, still half-asleep, and saw Carter’s name flashing across the screen.Not a good sign.“Yeah?” My voice was rough, low with exhaustion.Carter didn’t waste time. “We have a problem.”That woke me up.I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. “What kind of problem?”“The kind that’s already trending.”A sharp chill ran through me. I swung my legs over the bed, already bracing myself for whatever was coming.“Check your email,” Carter said. “I forwarded the article.”I was already moving, grabbing my laptop and pulling it open. The moment my inbox loaded, my stomach dropped.EXCLUSIVE: INSIDE THE CALLAHANS’ MARRIAGE—THE CONTRACT THAT CHANGES EVERYTHINGI clicked it open, scanning fast.And that’s when the ground tilted beneath me.They knew.Not everything—but enough.The article was a full exposé, claiming Fal
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and eight
~Reid~I kissed her.And now, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.The warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.The way she had melted into me, just for a second, before pulling away.The soft hitch in her breath, the lingering taste of her on my lips.I should have let it go.I should have walked away, filed it under mistakes I won’t make again, and kept my distance.But I couldn’t.Because it didn’t feel like a mistake.It felt inevitable.And that—that was the part that terrified me the most.This was the problem with pretending. I wasn’t supposed to want her.This arrangement had been clean, structured—an unshakable foundation built on logic and necessity.We were business partners wrapped in a pretty package of public appearances and carefully curated affection.And I’d been fine with that.Until I wasn’t.Because somewhere between the forced smiles and the staged moments, the lines blurred.Somewhere between fighting her and defending her, between resenting her and needing her—I
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and seven
~Fallon~It was just a kiss.Nothing more.Nothing less.I repeated the words in my head as I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling like it held the answers to my rapidly spiraling thoughts.A kiss meant nothing.Not when it was part of a bet.Not when it was Reid Callahan.And yet my pulse still skipped when I thought about it. He was messing with my head.The way he’d looked at me—sharp, heated, entirely too confident. The slow, deliberate way he’d closed the space between us, like he’d been waiting for an excuse. The brush of his lips—firm, steady, undeniable.It had been a game.So why the hell was I still thinking about it?I groaned, throwing an arm over my face.This was ridiculous. It was embarrassing too.I needed a distraction.Anything to pull me out of my own head before I did something stupid—like replay the moment in my mind for the hundredth time and analyze every single second.I rolled over, grabbing my phone from the nightstand.Bad idea.Because the first thing th
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and six
~Fallon~ The moment I lost, I knew I was in trouble. Reid didn’t gloat. He didn’t smirk, or throw out some arrogant remark. No. That would’ve been too easy. Instead, he just looked at me—calm, unreadable, with the kind of patience that sent my pulse into a full sprint. And then, in that low, even voice that always got under my skin, he said, “I believe I won.” I swallowed. “So it seems.” The air between us thickened. He leaned back against the couch, fingers tapping idly against the armrest like he had all the time in the world. “You remember what’s at stake?” Like I could forget. A kiss. Not just any kiss. A Reid Callahan kiss. And if the almost kiss from the other night was anything to go by, this was about to be a problem. For me. Because despite every warning, every reason I had to not feel things, my body had other ideas when it came to him. And now? Now, I had to face the consequences. I lifted my chin. “Fine.” Reid’s brows lifted slightl
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and five
~Fallon~It started as a joke.Well, technically, it started because I caught Reid answering emails again during breakfast, despite claiming he was taking the day off. And since I was no better—scrolling through my social media feed while pretending to sip my coffee—it spiraled into a full-blown challenge.“No work emails,” I declared, setting my phone down with a dramatic flourish. “And no social media.”Reid arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. “You do realize your entire career is built on social media, right?”“And your entire life is built on work,” I shot back. “Which is exactly why we need this. A full day of unplugging. No distractions, no notifications, no meetings. Just… existing like normal people.”He huffed, setting his coffee down. “And what’s in it for me?”I smirked. “If you win, you get to kiss me.”His expression didn’t change, but I felt the shift—the sharp attention in his gaze, the way his fingers drummed once against the table.“And if you win?” he asked, voice lo
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and four
~Fallon~I had no idea how I ended up here.Well, actually—I did.Reid had come home earlier than expected, looking ridiculously put-together despite what I knew had to be a brutal day at work. Meanwhile, I’d been lounging on the couch, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and no intention of doing anything productive when he casually dropped a question that sent my entire evening spiraling into enemy territory.“Do you play chess?”I blinked up at him. “Are you being serious?”His lips twitched. “I don’t joke about strategy, Fallon.”Of course he didn’t. I could already picture it—Reid Callahan, eleven years old, probably reading The Art of War between school exams and power plays on the playground.But I wasn’t about to let him think he had the upper hand.“Fine,” I said, stretching lazily before standing up. “But if we’re playing something, we’re making it interesting.”That’s how chess turned into a full-blown game night.And now here we were—an hour and three games deep, sitting cross
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and three
FallonIf the press wanted a spectacle, I’d give them one.Because I wasn’t about to let some random nobody run my name through the mud and get away with it.My phone buzzed again, the screen flashing with a name I’d been ignoring for the past half hour.Mom.I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose before finally giving in and answering.“Fallon,” she said the second the call connected. “I assume you’ve seen the headlines.”“No, Mom. I just woke up and thought the entire internet was blowing up for fun.”She sighed, the exasperation practically vibrating through the phone. “I told you this would happen. People will always look for cracks in a marriage like yours. The only way to win is to ignore it.”I rolled my eyes. “That’s not winning. That’s surrendering.”“It’s strategic,” she corrected. “If you don’t acknowledge it, the story dies faster. Engaging gives it power.”I paced the room, jaw tightening. This was so like her. The constant need to present the perfect image, to
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and two
~Fallon~ I woke up to war. My phone was vibrating off the nightstand, the screen lighting up with notifications so fast I could barely process them. I grabbed it, groggy, scrolling through an endless flood of texts, missed calls, and push alerts. And then I saw it. “Billionaire Reid Callahan Spotted on an Intimate Dinner Date—Where Was His Wife?” My stomach dropped. The article was everywhere. Attached were pictures—Reid at a sleek, exclusive restaurant, seated across from a woman I didn’t recognize. She was gorgeous. Brunette, sophisticated, leaning in just close enough to make the photos look damning. The kind of woman the press would love to call his real match. I scrolled faster, my pulse hammering. “Reid Callahan and mystery woman share a private dinner—sources say Fallon Callahan was nowhere in sight!” “Trouble in paradise? Callahan marriage not as picture-perfect as they want you to believe.” “Who is the woman seen dining with L.A.’s most powerful billionaire?” Th
