Semua Bab Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract: Bab 21 - Bab 30

~Fallon~The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of blush and gold as Reid and I stepped into the grand reception tent. The soft hum of string instruments welcomed us, the air thick with the scent of roses and champagne.Applause erupted the moment we entered, guests rising to their feet in celebration. Cameras flashed, capturing our every move.I felt Reid’s hand on mine—firm, steady.The perfect couple.The perfect lie.His touch still burned. It was going to take some getting used to especially as we would have to keep up appearances for a long time. The applause faded as the lights dimmed, a single spotlight warming the polished dance floor. The soft notes of a familiar song floated through the air.Reid’s voice was low beside my ear. “Ready for the show, Mrs. Callahan?”My breath hitched at the name—a title I hadn’t quite made peace with.But I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “Lead the way, Mr. Callahan.”His lips quirked slightly before his

~Fallon~The view from the villa was fantastic. We landed a couple of hours earlier and after I had taken my time to settle in, I decided it was time to enjoy my honeymoon. This was the perfect place to create content for my brand.Golden sunlight spilled over endless turquoise waters, the sound of waves lapping softly against the shore. A private infinity pool stretched from the bedroom to the edge of the terrace, blending seamlessly with the horizon. Palm trees swayed lazily in the warm breeze, and the scent of salt and frangipani filled the air.It was paradise. I almost squealed in excitement, forgetting all the sadness and gloom I felt the day before. I imagined my followers being thrilled by my travel/honeymoon blog. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, I mused. I stepped out with tripod in hand, ready to enjoy the sun and shoot some videos. But there he was, shirtless. It was distracting so naturally I was annoyed.Reid, in all his infuriating glory, stood on the terrace, sun

~Fallon~The towering wrought-iron gates opened slowly, revealing the sprawling estate beyond. Reid’s new mansion loomed against the gray sky—a sleek blend of glass, stone, and impossible wealth. The perfectly manicured lawns stretched wide, and a shimmering infinity pool reflected the soft afternoon light.It was stunning.And it felt…Huge. Too huge.Like I might get swallowed whole.The car’s engine hummed into silence as Reid shifted into park, his fingers tapping the steering wheel once before turning toward me. “Welcome home.”Home.The word hit somewhere tender, somewhere I wasn’t ready to examine. My chest tightened.I didn’t answer.The front doors opened to reveal a massive foyer with marble floors and a grand staircase sweeping up to the second level. Tall windows flooded the space with natural light, and every inch of it felt perfectly curated.Which, of course, meant it didn’t feel like me.The faint scent of polished wood and something citrusy lingered in the air—probably

~Fallon~I had barely settled into the couch, a blanket draped over me, laptop open, and my editing software still loading when my phone rang.I didn’t even have to check the screen.There was only one person who would call me this early and with this much persistence.I sighed, already bracing myself, and swiped to answer. “Hi, Mom.”A delighted gasp came through the speaker. “Mi vida! Finally, you answer! I was beginning to think you forgot about me.”I rolled my eyes, amusement tugging at my lips despite my best efforts. “I was going to call—”She tsked loudly. “Mmm-hmm. You’re back from Bali, settled into your married life, and I haven’t heard a single detail. Not one.”I squeezed my eyes shut, already knowing where this was going.The Interrogation Begins“So,” she continued, her voice practically vibrating with excitement. “Tell me everything.”I sighed, shifting my laptop to the coffee table and rubbing my forehead. “About what?”A pause. Then, in her very best‘ are you serious

~Fallon~Adjusting to married life should’ve been easy. Or at least that’s what I thought.I had my own room, my own bathroom, and an entire household staff to ensure that I never even had to see Reid if I didn’t want to.But somehow, despite all of that, Reid Callahan still managed to get under my skin. Because of course that was all he knew how to do.It all started on a very fine day while I was minding my own business.The first issue arose when I stepped into my luxurious en-suite bathroom one morning after a quick run around the premises and nearly slipped on a puddle of water.I gasped, grabbing the counter for balance before whipping my head toward the cause—l there was water everywhere!!!.Steam clung to the mirrors, droplets trailed across the marble floor, and the faint scent of Reid’s obnoxiously expensive cologne lingered in the air.My eyes narrowed.I stormed out, straight across the hall to his room, where I found him carrying on like he did not just wreak havoc in m