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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 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Fallon’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
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Fallon’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
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Fallon’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
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Fallon’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
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Six
~Fallon~Our parents wanted the wedding to happen as soon as possible, but if I heard one more thing about planning the high society spectacle they envisioned, I might just collapse on the spot.I had finally announced to my few thousand followers that I was engaged. The congratulatory messages poured in, but each one made my stomach turn. I wished they were celebrating something real— something that wasn’t a façade of a fairytale romance with my childhood nemesis.Calling Reid my “friend” was generous at best. Nemesis was more accurate.From the moment we met, we hardly ever saw eye to eye. Sure, there were rare moments when we made a decent team, back in the fleeting days of friendship and that regrettable teenage dating phase. But mostly, he was that one person I couldn’t stand being around.When his family moved away when I was sixteen, I thought that was the end of it. Problem solved.Fast forward almost a decade later, and here he was— about to become my husband. The very though
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Fallon’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
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
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy two
~Fallon~When Reid asked me to join him for drinks with his friends, I almost said no.Not because I didn’t want to go — but because I wasn’t sure I could handle being around him like that. In public. Where the lines between real and pretend kept getting harder to see.Where the way he looked at me made it too easy to forget this wasn’t real.But then I thought about the way his hand hadn’t let go of mine on the red carpet. The way he’d whispered, Let’s talk… and then never did.So I said yes.And if I was going, I was going to make sure he felt every second of my presence.I took my time getting ready.I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.The dress was black and sleek, hugging every curve like it had been made for me. It dipped low in the back, the satin brushing against my skin with every step. My makeup was just enough to highlight everything I wanted him to see — eyes a little darker, lips a little redder.When I stepped into my heels, I felt powerful.And when I walked down th
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy one
~Fallon~“I’m sorry — I must’ve blacked out for a second. Did you say you live here?”Mia’s voice echoed through the grand foyer, her eyes as wide as I’d ever seen them as she turned in a slow circle. Her gaze swept over the sleek marble floors, the towering glass windows, and the kind of minimalist design that screamed old money and impeccable taste.I tried — really tried — not to laugh. “It’s not that impressive.”Mia spun toward me, her jaw dropping. “Fallon. There is a chandelier bigger than my entire apartment hanging above my head right now.”“Okay, maybe it’s a little impressive.”“A little?” she hissed. “You married Batman. Do you have a secret lair? Please tell me there’s a secret lair.”“No lair,” I said, biting back a smile. “But there’s an indoor pool.”She stared at me, her mouth opening and closing without sound. Then she grabbed my arm. “Show me everything. Right now.”I led her through the house, pointing out rooms I barely used and spaces I still hadn’t fully figured
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy
~Reid~I watched her walk away.Every step took her farther from me, and I told myself it was better that way.But my body didn’t believe it.My hands still ached with the memory of her skin. My mouth still burned from the kiss I shouldn’t have given her. And my chest tightened with every second that passed, like some part of me knew I should stop her.But I didn’t.Because this… feeling… was dangerous.I stood there in the dim light of the entryway, listening to the soft sound of her footsteps fading upstairs. And when the house finally went silent, it felt louder than any fight we’d ever had.The urge to follow her was a physical thing — a sharp pull low in my stomach, a restless ache in my hands.But I didn’t move.Because I knew if I did… I wouldn’t stop.And I wasn’t sure either of us would survive that.This wasn’t the first time I’d wanted Fallon Prescott.And it sure as hell wasn’t the first time wanting her had ended badly.We didn’t work. We never had.Not when we were kids
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Sixty nine
~Fallon~The house was too quiet.The kind of quiet that made every sound sharper — the soft click of the front door closing behind us, the echo of my heels against the marble floor, the uneven rhythm of my breath.And then there was him.Reid walked beside me, his hand warm around mine… until I pulled away.The distance between us felt colder than it should have.I turned to face him, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. “Why did you come tonight?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended.He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me — his eyes dark and searching, like he was measuring his words. Like he was trying to decide how much of the truth he was willing to give.“Because I hurt you,” he said finally.The honesty in his voice caught me off guard.My throat tightened. “You did.” I hated how fragile the words sounded. “And you didn’t seem to care.”He took a breath — slow and uneven, like it cost him something. “I cared,” he said quietly. “That’s why I cam
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Sixty eight
~Fallon~The flashing lights were blinding.Photographers called my name from every direction, the sound of their voices blending into one chaotic blur. I kept my smile in place, my posture perfect — but inside, I was unraveling.Because I was alone.And everyone knew it.I could feel the weight of their eyes, the curiosity sharpening into speculation as the seconds ticked by. I heard the whispers, the subtle shift in energy when they realized Reid Callahan was nowhere in sight.The air was thick with questions.And I didn’t have a single answer.I’d spent all week convincing myself I didn’t care.That I didn’t need him. That his absence didn’t matter.But the second I stepped onto that carpet without him, the whispers started.“Where’s Reid?”“Trouble in paradise already?”“Guess the fairytale was too good to be true.”The words sliced through me, even when I kept my face calm and my smile steady.I posed for the cameras, angled my body just right, and answered questions with practic
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Sixty seven
~Fallon~I waited until after dinner.Mostly because I was trying to avoid another fight. And partly because I wanted him in a good mood — though I should’ve known better.Reid Callahan’s default setting was cool detachment, and tonight was no different.The house was quiet when I went looking for him. The kind of quiet that felt thick, like the silence between us had soaked into the walls, filling every corner with the weight of everything we weren’t saying.I found him in his study, as always. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows, and the faint sound of his pen scratching against paper filled the space. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie discarded, and he looked so effortlessly composed it made my teeth clench.It wasn’t fair — how calm he always seemed. How easy it was for him to slip into distance while I felt like I was coming apart at the seams.But I kept my voice light. Friendly.“Hey.”He glanced up, brow lifting. “Hey.”Just one word. Just one glance. But my pul
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Sixty six
~Fallon~The Prescott estate was already buzzing with activity by the time we arrived.Golden light spilled from the house, stretching long and soft across the lawn, where perfectly arranged seating areas had been set up beneath strings of twinkling lanterns. Waitstaff moved through the crowd with trays of champagne, their uniforms crisp and their smiles polite. Laughter rose from the garden, drifting through the warm evening air, blending with the quiet hum of conversation and the soft notes of a string quartet.It was perfect.Elegant. Polished. Exactly the kind of event my parents loved.It was also the last place I wanted to be.Not with Reid beside me. Not with the silence between us still feeling like a fresh wound.“Smile,” he murmured as we stepped onto the patio. His hand settled at the small of my back — light, steady, a perfect imitation of ease. “Wouldn’t want anyone thinking we’re anything less than perfect.”My teeth ached from the force of my grin. “You’re so good at th
