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It seemed I’d be cocooned in the comfort of his room tonight. Alexander’s cold voice still echoed in my ears, lingering like a cruel aftertaste from everything that had happened in the dining hall. We had no other choice at least not if we wanted to keep up appearances in front of his stepmother, Gratia. Sleeping in separate rooms would only raise suspicion. And so, I found myself standing awkwardly in his space for the first time. His room was nothing like mine. Where mine was airy and soft, his was dark, bold, unapologetically masculine. The scent of sandalwood and musk wrapped around me the moment I stepped in intoxicating, commanding, and undeniably him. Alexander moved toward the bed, casually tossing extra pillows at the center as a divider. His eyes flicked to me, cold and unreadable. “So,” he said flatly, “there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor. The bed’s big enough for both of us. You stay on your side.” I crossed my arms tightly. “So we’re just going to pre
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The chaos still echoed through the mansion like distant thunder. Alexander had nearly erupted. His fury, raw and volcanic. His voice had dropped to a deadly calm as he stood before everyone, a storm contained only by sheer will. “If you ever touch her again,” he’d said through clenched teeth, “I’ll make sure the lawsuit buries you so deep, not even your name survives it.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Drew and his mother didn’t dare move. Adrenaline still surged in my veins as I escaped the tension, slipping away into the dining hall. I sank onto one of the velvet sofas, my pulse still racing, my cheek faintly stinging from Gratia’s slap. Nadia sat across the room, her hands gently cradling her swollen belly. Her green floral gown clung delicately to her figure, the soft fabric blooming around her like spring. Her hair, swept into a neat knot, bore an eerie resemblance to Gratia’s. She looked at me, eyes brimming with sympathy. “I’m so sorry,” she said sof
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Alexander’s voice was smooth, unbothered. “I need to shower.” Before I could react, his fingers curled around my arm, pushing me gently aside. Then, without another glance, he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door in my face. I blinked at the polished wood, stunned at how quickly he went from hot to cold. Oh well. What was I expecting? A heartfelt moment? No touching. That’s what the contract said. And yet, some foolish part of me had almost believed—No. Stop. Shaking off the ridiculous thought, I exhaled sharply. I needed to get out of here. Slipping out of Alexander’s bedroom, I scanned the hallway, my heartbeat picking up. The last thing I needed was to run into Gratia again. I tiptoed across the grand staircase, relief flooding me as I reached my bedroom door— “So, you don’t sleep in the same room as your husband?” I stiffened. That voice. Drew. His tone was silky, teasing, yet something about it felt… off. Slowly, I turned. He leaned lazily agai
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I swallowed. “Mom, I can explain.”“What did you do?” I inhaled shakily, forcing myself to say the words— “I got married.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. And then— She coughed violently. I quickly patted her back, trying to soothe her as she drank another sip of water, still struggling to process what I’d just said. When she finally caught her breath, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with unreadable emotion. “You got married?” she repeated hoarsely. “I don’t understand. Am I… am I dreaming?” “You’re not.” I held her hand tightly. “I had to, Mom. You needed the operation. I couldn’t just let you slip away.” She exhaled shakily, her fingers pressing against her forehead. “You sacrificed your happiness… for me?” “It’s just for six months,” I whispered. “I’ll be fine.” Her pained expression shattered me. She exhaled again, rubbing her temples, then looked at me with new seriousness. “Who is he?” I hesitated. “Alexander Blackwood.”
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“Of course, Celeste, I know that. I’m married to Alex, remember?” I lied, letting out a light, almost amused laugh as I stared into her dumb eyes. Or at least, what I wanted to believe were dumb eyes. In truth, this woman was anything but. There was a sharpness beneath her doll-like beauty, that made me feel like I should tread lightly. I hadn’t known this hospital belonged to Alex, but the revelation didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me, however, was seeing Celeste here. After the strange way I’d been introduced to her, I never thought I’d come across her again. And yet, here she was, standing before me like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. Celeste tilted her head slightly, her smirk never faltering, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “What are you doing here?” I froze. My mind scrambled for a lie. I couldn’t tell her I was here to see my mother. There was something about her that made my instincts scream danger—like she knew Beatrice. And if Beatrice had meant something to
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“Call Drew! Call my son! Where is Drew?!” Gratia’s voice was raw with agony as she collapsed into the arms of a trembling maid, her wails piercing through the heavy silence. The weight of her grief was suffocating, thick enough to steal the breath from the air. I stood frozen, my body unwilling to move. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. I had seen death before, my grandmother’s funeral had been somber yet peaceful. A body laid to rest in a coffin, dressed in dignity. This was different. This was suicide. Nadia’s lifeless eyes remained open, staring at nothing. Her skin was ashen under the dim lighting, the heavy red curtains casting eerie shadows across the room. My stomach twisted violently, bile rising to my throat as I tore my gaze away. Beside me, Lucy stood motionless, her face drained of color. The air crackled with whispers and frantic murmurs blending into Gratia’s broken cries. Then, Lucy’s warm fingers wrapped around my wrist. “Come, sit,” she m
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I didn’t expect the world to crumble in a single afternoon. One moment, I was hoping for a miracle. The next, I was holding a medical report with a death sentence wrapped in a six-figure invoice. “Your mother needs immediate surgery, Miss Monroe,” the doctor had said. “If it’s not done within the next seventy-two hours, she may not survive.” He said it like he wasn’t talking about someone’s life. Like he wasn’t talking about the only person I had left in this world. When I walked out of that office, it felt like my legs weren’t mine anymore. My fingers clutched the hospital file so tightly, my nails dug into the plastic cover. I didn’t even notice when I stepped into the rain. I was numb. Cold. Lost. $500,000. That’s what it would take to save her. Five hundred thousand dollars for the surgery and the post-operative care. I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. It was more than my life’s earnings. More than I’d ever seen in one place. And I had no one. No backup. No plan B
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I didn’t sleep that night. How could I? I kept staring at the check as if it might vanish if I blinked. The zeros looked like a cruel joke. Unreachable. Unreal. But they weren’t. They were real. Tangible. Enough to save my mother’s life. And yet, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The thought of marrying a man I had never met, a man so far from my world, so powerful, so unknown it should’ve terrified me. And it did. But not more than the sight of my mother’s pale face and shallow breathing in that hospital room. So, when the clock struck 11:59 p.m., I found myself exactly where I swore I wouldn’t be. Standing outside Blackwood Towers. I hesitated at the entrance, the towering glass structure looming above me like a fortress. The city lights reflected off its sleek walls. Cold and intimidating. I would’ve preferred a more normal meeting maybe in a house or something but I didn’t know the location of the Blackwood estate. Hell… nobody did. The security guard had been expecting me. H
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“Call Drew! Call my son! Where is Drew?!” Gratia’s voice was raw with agony as she collapsed into the arms of a trembling maid, her wails piercing through the heavy silence. The weight of her grief was suffocating, thick enough to steal the breath from the air. I stood frozen, my body unwilling to move. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. I had seen death before, my grandmother’s funeral had been somber yet peaceful. A body laid to rest in a coffin, dressed in dignity. This was different. This was suicide. Nadia’s lifeless eyes remained open, staring at nothing. Her skin was ashen under the dim lighting, the heavy red curtains casting eerie shadows across the room. My stomach twisted violently, bile rising to my throat as I tore my gaze away. Beside me, Lucy stood motionless, her face drained of color. The air crackled with whispers and frantic murmurs blending into Gratia’s broken cries. Then, Lucy’s warm fingers wrapped around my wrist. “Come, sit,” she m
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“Of course, Celeste, I know that. I’m married to Alex, remember?” I lied, letting out a light, almost amused laugh as I stared into her dumb eyes. Or at least, what I wanted to believe were dumb eyes. In truth, this woman was anything but. There was a sharpness beneath her doll-like beauty, that made me feel like I should tread lightly. I hadn’t known this hospital belonged to Alex, but the revelation didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me, however, was seeing Celeste here. After the strange way I’d been introduced to her, I never thought I’d come across her again. And yet, here she was, standing before me like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. Celeste tilted her head slightly, her smirk never faltering, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “What are you doing here?” I froze. My mind scrambled for a lie. I couldn’t tell her I was here to see my mother. There was something about her that made my instincts scream danger—like she knew Beatrice. And if Beatrice had meant something to
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I swallowed. “Mom, I can explain.”“What did you do?” I inhaled shakily, forcing myself to say the words— “I got married.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. And then— She coughed violently. I quickly patted her back, trying to soothe her as she drank another sip of water, still struggling to process what I’d just said. When she finally caught her breath, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with unreadable emotion. “You got married?” she repeated hoarsely. “I don’t understand. Am I… am I dreaming?” “You’re not.” I held her hand tightly. “I had to, Mom. You needed the operation. I couldn’t just let you slip away.” She exhaled shakily, her fingers pressing against her forehead. “You sacrificed your happiness… for me?” “It’s just for six months,” I whispered. “I’ll be fine.” Her pained expression shattered me. She exhaled again, rubbing her temples, then looked at me with new seriousness. “Who is he?” I hesitated. “Alexander Blackwood.”
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Alexander’s voice was smooth, unbothered. “I need to shower.” Before I could react, his fingers curled around my arm, pushing me gently aside. Then, without another glance, he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door in my face. I blinked at the polished wood, stunned at how quickly he went from hot to cold. Oh well. What was I expecting? A heartfelt moment? No touching. That’s what the contract said. And yet, some foolish part of me had almost believed—No. Stop. Shaking off the ridiculous thought, I exhaled sharply. I needed to get out of here. Slipping out of Alexander’s bedroom, I scanned the hallway, my heartbeat picking up. The last thing I needed was to run into Gratia again. I tiptoed across the grand staircase, relief flooding me as I reached my bedroom door— “So, you don’t sleep in the same room as your husband?” I stiffened. That voice. Drew. His tone was silky, teasing, yet something about it felt… off. Slowly, I turned. He leaned lazily agai
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The chaos still echoed through the mansion like distant thunder. Alexander had nearly erupted. His fury, raw and volcanic. His voice had dropped to a deadly calm as he stood before everyone, a storm contained only by sheer will. “If you ever touch her again,” he’d said through clenched teeth, “I’ll make sure the lawsuit buries you so deep, not even your name survives it.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Drew and his mother didn’t dare move. Adrenaline still surged in my veins as I escaped the tension, slipping away into the dining hall. I sank onto one of the velvet sofas, my pulse still racing, my cheek faintly stinging from Gratia’s slap. Nadia sat across the room, her hands gently cradling her swollen belly. Her green floral gown clung delicately to her figure, the soft fabric blooming around her like spring. Her hair, swept into a neat knot, bore an eerie resemblance to Gratia’s. She looked at me, eyes brimming with sympathy. “I’m so sorry,” she said sof
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It seemed I’d be cocooned in the comfort of his room tonight. Alexander’s cold voice still echoed in my ears, lingering like a cruel aftertaste from everything that had happened in the dining hall. We had no other choice at least not if we wanted to keep up appearances in front of his stepmother, Gratia. Sleeping in separate rooms would only raise suspicion. And so, I found myself standing awkwardly in his space for the first time. His room was nothing like mine. Where mine was airy and soft, his was dark, bold, unapologetically masculine. The scent of sandalwood and musk wrapped around me the moment I stepped in intoxicating, commanding, and undeniably him. Alexander moved toward the bed, casually tossing extra pillows at the center as a divider. His eyes flicked to me, cold and unreadable. “So,” he said flatly, “there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor. The bed’s big enough for both of us. You stay on your side.” I crossed my arms tightly. “So we’re just going to pre
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One could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed Alexander’s announcement. But the first to recover was his stepmother. She rose slowly from her seat like a queen at court. Elegant, commanding, yet seething beneath her well-maintained exterior. Her raven-black hair, streaked with a whisper of grey, was swept into a sleek chignon, but no amount of sophistication could disguise the venom in her blur eyes as they raked over me. Her voice dripped with disdain. “If this is some kind of joke, Alex, I suggest you end it immediately.” Then her gaze sliced back to me cold and dissecting. “We all know Beatrice left you long ago. What did you do this time? Blackmail her into coming back? Threaten her?” I stiffened, my heartbeat thudding against my ribs. “And let’s not pretend,” she continued with an acidic smile, “that your aversion to commitment and your habit of replacing women like you change your suits is a secret.” Her gaze traveled slowly over me again, like a
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I’d always dreamt of going on a shopping spree like this—designer stores, endless racks of silk and fine wool, the swish of elegant fabrics against my skin. But not like this. Not for this reason. This wasn’t a dream come true. It was a wardrobe crafted for deception—a carefully curated illusion meant to help Alexander secure his inheritance. Or so I told myself. So, I let the saleslady an overly enthusiastic woman in stilettos and red lipstick make most of the choices. She seemed to know exactly what would impress, what would flatter, and she was clearly thrilled by the endless stream of credit flowing from the Blackwood account. Still, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t enjoy the feel of silk gliding across my skin. I’d never owned anything so luxurious. Every piece fit like it had been made for me alone. Cinched waists, flowing skirts, soft fabrics that draped my figure in quiet elegance. The woman I saw in the mirror didn’t look like a girl from a rundown shack. She looked… poised.
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The ride back to the mansion was cloaked in silence. Alexander didn’t say a word. He didn’t glance at me, didn’t ask if I was okay after what happened at dinner. He just sat there—stoic and silent like the cold embodiment of every wall I’d been trying to understand since stepping into his world. When the car pulled into the estate’s private driveway, he stepped out first, not waiting or offering his hand like he had earlier. I followed, heels clicking softly across the pavement as the front door opened for us. Still no words. He walked in ahead of me, sharp shoulders squared, his long legs cutting across the hall toward the grand staircase. Halfway up, he paused and muttered, “I’ll be in the study.” And just like that, he disappeared. No goodnight. No explanation. I stood there for a second longer, then quietly made my way upstairs. The chandelier above the corridor sparkled softly as I walked down the hallway toward my room, the sound of my own footsteps the only company I had
