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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 135 bid or bidders
“But it doesn’t have to be this way. The great British actor, Charlie Chaplin, in his wonderful film, The Great Dictator, said, ‘We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness—not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.’ And it is true. So I come before you tonight because I believe in my heart that there is goodness within our collective hearts. That we can make a difference, each and every one of us. That while we might not be able to change the world overnight, we can do something tonight in the lives of the children of the Sun Orphanage.” Jackson clears his throat. “I’m a simple man, one of business, not creativefanciful dreams, but I can imagine a world where there are no hungry children. A world where . . . where the cruelties of fate doesn’t mean that a child has to grow up without hope. Where
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Jacqueline takes the podium, nearly hipping the newscaster-slash-.auctioneer out of the way. She makes quick comments that don’t need translation to tell her that they are a thank you for everyone for coming, and makesure you pay up if you won. Afterward, Tobias escorts their group out of the ballroom to the garden area to mingle, telling them, “I would be honored to introduce you around if you would like, or if you would prefer, you’re free to do so on your own.” They look at each other, and slowly, everyone else wanders off, leaving only her and Tobias. “Shall we?” he asks, offering her his elbow. Monica slips her arm through his, glad for the company.“Monica, meet Herr Schlieter,” Tobias says as she shakes hands with an older German man, and then his date, who Tobias doesn’t introduce, making her curious. “He’s the Chief Legal Officer for one of Germany’s biggest department store chains.” “Ah, ah, Herr Tobias,” Schlieter says good-naturedly, but at the same time correcting him,
Last Updated : 2023-05-11My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 137 a moment of tense
“Father,” Tobias says, taking a big breath that feels like he’s fortifying himself. “Glad to see you made it.” He sounds quite the opposite, actually. The man reaches out a hand to her and Monica takes it. “I’m Monica, nice tomeet you.” Instead of answering her, the man speaks to Tobias as he clearly looks her up and down, undressing her with his eyes. “Isn’t she quite fit? Good for you, my boy. And a fire crotch at that!” “Excuse me?” Monica exclaims, ripping her hand from his. Tobias, she was about to kick his dad in the balls if he doesn't do something! Monica shoots the message, loud and clear, with her eyes to Tobias. Judging by his expression, he hears her and isn’t the least bit surprised by his father’soutburst. Monica remembers hearing Tobias on the phone with his dad but had hoped that was some version of ‘guy locker room talk’. She can’t believe his dad is actually saying these things out loud to her. Well, not to her, but about her to Tobias right in front of her as tho
Last Updated : 2023-05-12My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 138 Rage
Monica gets to the washroom, where she really doesn't have to do much, but it does give her a chance to calm herself and think. About Tobias, about Jackson, and even about the fashion tonight. Monica knows she might be a bit hypocritical, criticizing Dead Cat Lady for her fashion while at the same time saying she doesn'tgive a damn about her judging her . . . but she feels deep down that it’s different. If Dead Cat Lady wants to dress like that, that’s her business.NAt the same time, she will defend Tobias against his father’s hate. Because that hate hurts. Dead Cat Lady’s fashion sense is just . . . clothing. But her commentary of Jeanette still rings in Monica's ear, and she won’t support that type of degradation. That’s the key, she realises. Not to be Pollyanna about it, but she truly want people to feel good and to be empowered to be themselves. In life, and in her clothing, if they desire. That’s why Dead Cat Lady and Tobias’s father irritate her so much—they want a societal no
Last Updated : 2023-05-12My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 139 calm with her
He smooths the wrinkles of his shirt harshly with his palms and then spits out something in French that she thinks roughly means ‘fake’ before turning and storming off. Jackson grabs her hand, pulling her down the hallway the opposite way from where Jamaica went. He tries a door, growling when he finds it’s locked. "Jackson?” Monica asks, not sure what’s going on. He was so angry. She really thought he might hit Jamaica. Not that Jamaica didn’t deserve it, but still . . .On the third try, Jackson finds an unlocked door and pushes her inside, slamming the door shut behind them. He was panting hard, and when he flicks on the light, she can see that his eyes are bright and wild, and they were in some sort of small linen closet. "Jackson?”Jackson's pulse pounds in his temples, his rage barely held back by more pressing matters such as Monica’s safety. When he came around that corner with plans to surprise Monica and heard her plea of ‘no’, he saw red.His vision actually blurred, and whi
Last Updated : 2023-05-13My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 140 evil ideas
Monica tilts her head, smiling gently. “No, you were an orphan, but you weren’t like Jamaica. Where were you at eighteen? Walking a runway? In a fancy home with plenty of food in the pantry? Looking at a future with near limitless possibilities?” The truth hits him sharply. He wants to help these boys and feel like he can empathize with them because fuck knows, he have got plenty of hang-ups from his start in life, and even when his life was significantly more golden with his aunt, it still wasn’t perfect by any stretch. But Monica was right, he wasn’teighteen and facing the streets like Jamaica was. “That doesn’t excuse what he did,” Jackson says flatly. Monica shakes her head. “Of course it doesn’t. But it puts someperspective on it.” He gives her a dubious look and she says more fiercely, “I wasn’t hurt. Jamaica needs help. He’s not a bad kid, not a bad man. He’s terrified.” “You are too kind-hearted.” It’s one of her best traits, but it’s not a compliment right now. “Fair enoug
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Jaqueline holds up a staying hand before he can protest. “And no, the most recent auction funds will not be used for anything other than the orphanage. I gave my public word on that.” He notes that his aunt doesn’t shut Venerable down because his switcheroo idea is fucking evil. She only shut him down because it would cause her public image to take a hit if it was found out. It makes him realize something. There is something inherently wrong with the fashion industry in general, and House Corbin isn’t exempt. It takes advantage of the poor, paying as little as possible and sending work to sweatshops if it can, while turning around and selling those items for maximum amounts. He wonders, would the workers who assembled those gowns his aunt donated for auction have been able to buy one of them with a year’s worth of pay? Five years? Ten years? Ever? Never mind what they auctioned for. It makes him think about Monica’s words, about how fashion needs to change. For her, fashion hurts wom
Last Updated : 2023-05-14My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 142 A sickness
“We will see if he was available, but I have the check for the director. I thought you would like to see the good work that the gala is going to do.” Jackson pulls the envelope from his jacket’s inner pocket and hand it to Monica. Slowly, she takes it with a question in her eyes. “I don’t need to see it. I’m sure the House is doing right by the orphanage.” “You would be surprised what they can come up with, but I want you to see.” Jackson doesn't explains, but she opens the flap of the envelope and peeks at the check. “Sweet Baby Yoda . . . that’s a lot of zeroes.” “It’s a start,” Jackson agrees as he parks. Inside, they were ushered to Madame Brittanie’s office. She was an excellent director—good-hearted, cares about the children, and often works miracles with a paltry budget, so he trusts that she will be a good steward of these funds. “Monsieur Corbin, what a pleasant surprise!” she exclaims, standing to shaking his hand. “Lovely to see you as well. May I introduce Mademoiselle M
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As they both share a passionate time.“Princesse, please.” It’s a beg, Monica will admit, but it’s growled with deep hunger. She flips her hair over one shoulder, putting her weight onto one arm to take Jackson in hand. Standing him upright, she aligns herself with him. “I loveyou, husband,” she says sweetly. “I love you, wiiiiife.” Jackson means to return the sweet words, knowing it will get her off as much as it does him, but Monica sinks her bliss down onto him, taking all thought and word formation skills from his brain. Engulfing all of Jackson in her warmth and wetness, she begins to move, sliding up and down his shaft at an unhurried pace. Jackson murmurs to her in French as he pinchens and plucks her nipples, reaching between them to circle her clit with his thumb, and lay a sharp smack to the flesh of her hip. Tobias once told Monica that a man has three women—his wife, his mistress, and his whore. He was the lucky bastard who has found all three in onewoman. Monica was eve
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 173 Altar to his future
The reception was full of laughter, dancing, and magic. It must be magic because nothing else could bring that big of a smile to his bright bride’s face. Monica was on the dance floor with her bridesmaids. They were swaying andmoving, lifting their hands in the air as they sing along with the music. “She’s beautiful,” Jamaica grunts from beside him. “Congratulations.” Jackson looks over at him, taking a slow sip of his scotch. “Watch it,” Jackson teases. They have made peace, with each other and their pasts, not letting them affect their precious futures. In fact, Jamiaca was doing much better now, working an apprenticeship in home construction with plans to become a project manager one day. He grins back. “What can you tell me about her?” Jackson follows his line of sight and chuckles and he sees Claire from the coffee shop that Monica prefers. Monica insisted that they fly Claire to France for the wedding. “Good luck. Just don’t fuck it up, or that one will eat you alive.” “That s
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 172 prayers
His expression was like he had too much on his head already. He grew beards and had an manly scent. Not that she was still attracted to him. But his expression told her that he was not happy with the life he was living. The knowledge of breaking the news of getting married with Jackson had filled Julien with false hope and accusations that she can always come back to him if she wanted to. She can still have a half portion of his heart and stay there for his and hers little boy's sake. “How do I look?” Monica asks her Mom, glancing down at her beautiful dress. “Gorgeous,” she says, on the verge of tears again. “Are you sure you are not going to be cold, though?” Hopefully, she holds up the lacy shawl she found online for her. Once upon a time, she would have heard that as a way to say she doesn’t like her dress or as a critique of the timing of the wedding, or even a question about whether she should be getting married in the first place. Now, Monica takes it for what it is. “I’m no
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 171 Dreams and dreams
“I already gave some to Simon. You got yourself a good one here.” Monica's mother's gives Jackson a smile of approval as she fans herself playfully. “I think I’m the fortunate one to have captured Monica's heart,” hereplies, looking deeply into her eyes. Monica thinks Mom flat-out swoons at his poetic words, French accent, andgrumbly voice. She was pretty sure she hears her whisper to Jacqueline, “I think we are going to be grandmas soon if he keeps saying things like that.” “Mom!” Monica exclaims aim, flushing brightly in an instant. “Oh, I’m only teasing,” she says. She turns to Jacqueline and Nora. “Has she told you how she struck out from our little town, with nothing but piss and vinegar in her blood and a dream in her heart? I was so worried, but this one . . . you can’t tell her a thing!” Monica's mother goes on to tell Nora and Jacqueline how she had worried about her being in the big city, had waited for her to come home with her tail between her slender legs, and how proud
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 170 Across the knowledge
Most of the models are local to NYC, but she had lamented that her Amour mourning dress was meant for Jeanette and that she was sad she would never get the chance to walk it. So Jackson secretly surprised her by flying Jeanette in to do it. She was not wishing the show away, but she truly can’t wait to see Jeanette strut in that gown. No one can do it justice the way she can. Monica swears, she blinks and the time flies past until she was standing backstage with Jeanette in the voluminous black gown. “Remember, slow. Eyes forward.” Monica demonstrated the defiant gaze she wants on Jeanette to have, tackling the future with strength after the loss of love. “Pose, small smile of hope. Then back like a queen.” “Slow. Strong. Hope. Queen,” she repeats clearly. Her English has gotten much better. Monica's French was improving daily, too, from listening to Jackson. “Tue cette piste, fille,” Monica tells her, snapping her fingers. Jeanette looks at her in surprise. “Oui, I will kill the run
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 169 love bites to moon
Molly pushes Monica's shoulder. “You would bust ass to get as much done as possible, and then leave to ‘work at home’ or ‘visit the park for inspiration’ and come back the next day with barely anything else done since you left.And you would have a dreamy smile on your face.” Molly makes a vacant-eyed, open-mouthed smiling expression that Jackson thinks is supposed to be what Monica looked like. Jackson did that to her, he thinks cockily. Katarina nods, agreeing. “We thought you had found a French Romeo, and then we saw Jackson wearing the same necklace you had started wearing. It didn’t take much to put one and one together.” Beatrice adds quietly, “We were a bit worried for you, as he has quite the reputation. And it didn’t seem to be helping you in the competition. We weren’t concerned about that until . . .” She trails off, and he knows that his aunt turned that particular screw to get Beatrice to do her bidding. “Okay, so no hard feelings?” Monica asks them all. Molly leans over
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 168 A life of assurance
“I should have told you,” she whispers back. Monica pushes at him, nearly shoving him out of his chair. “Get up and hug her, or I’m going to have to do it, and I’m not getting snot on her jacket. It’s too fabulous for that.” Jackson gets up to come around the table, and for the first time in he doens't know how long, he enfolds his aunt in a hug. Jackson knows it’s been long enough that he have forgotten how thin she truly is. And he doens't think he have hugged her when he have been taller than she is, even in her power heels. How long ago must it have been since they embraced? It must have beenwhen he was truly a child, before he was a teen growing inches seemingly overnight. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs into his chest. “Me too.” They sit back down, and he looks to Monica, silently asking what she thinks about his aunt’s request for a fashion showplace. They have a conversation consisting solely of raised and lowered eyebrows, pursed lips, and smiles. Finally, Monica turns back to J
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 167 Pure truth
She has let that go and is looking toward the future. With Jacqueline, Monica was only concern is him and his little feelings. He squeezes her hand tightly so she knows how much he appreciates her. “Yes, well . . . I guess . . . when I found out that you were gallivanting all over Paris together, I will admit that my first thought was that you’d seduced Jackson to improve your chances in the competition.” Monica points to her own ample chest. “Not a gold digger, just so that’s clear.” Jacqueline nods, accepting that fact now. “At the time, though, it made sense. It wasn’t the first time.” She looks to him for confirmation, and Jackson grunts in agreement. “There was that idea in my mind. But also, if the reverse were true, that Jackson had in fact pursued you” —she flicks her eyes to Monica this time— “I felt like it would be doing you a disservice. I didn’t want you to be distracted by him and miss out on your opportunity, because I know what something like this could mean to a youn
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 166 Love is so cruel
They sit in folding plastic chairs at Jackson's folding plastic table after he closes his laptop. In the awkward silence, Monica can hear the loud buzz of a drill every few seconds as the crew hangs new drywall. “What are you up to, Jacqueline?” Monica was not doing niceties or waiting for her to launch into a practised speech. She wants to throw her off, make sure she knows that they were not under her thumb and have no problem calling out her game play. She has come all the way here to talk about something, after all, so may as well not delay. She presses her lips together in response but gives in. “The reactions to the fashion shows have been quite exciting. Perhaps you have heard?” Monica doesn't look at him, but Jackson stays quiet, and something Jacqueline sees in his expression must give her pause because her nostrils flare. “Or maybe not. But the media buzz has been quite positive. For House Corbin and the designers themselves. Seeing as two of the designers are from America,
