Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

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For seven years, I’ve been in a secret relationship with Castro Harrison, my brother’s best friend.

Just as I was hoping he’d propose, I tracked his location to a private lounge at an upscale restaurant, where I found they were joking about me.

“Castro, now that Oriana’s back from London, what are you going to do about that replacement?”

Castro remained silent, his lack of response speaking volumes.

The tension in the air was broken by another friend’s sardonic laugh.

“You’ve got to hand it to Castro–having the nerve to pursue William Blackwood’s sister while Oriana was away. Now that you’ve had your fun, and Oriana’s back…”

“Well, Oriana deserved it after how coldly she left. A replacement was just what she needed to teach her a

lesson!”

The next day, Castro took me to Oriana’s welcome–home party at the Blackwood Estate, lavishing attention on me with an almost theatrical display of affection.

But when Oriana ran out in tears, her Chanel dress stained with wine, Castro pushed me aside without a second thought and rush out.

I returned home alone, my cream silk blouse ruined by scalding soup and my skin was still burning.

With trembling hands, I finally opened the door to his study—the one room he’d always declared

off–limits.

There, prominently displayed on his mahogany desk, was a photograph of him and Oriana in Paris, the Eiffel Tower gleaming behind their embracing figures.

I dialed my brother’s

arranged marriage–I’ll do

strain in

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my throat, but I forced a light laugh.

realized – marriage is inevitable, isn’t it? Does

I –

to keep my

Even for a business merger marriage, I know you

was audible through

being sensible about this. When are you coming back? Would you like

the company’s crisis. Go ahead and start planning the wedding. Let’s set

coninued, “His first love is finally back in town. You should invite him to the wedding – let him share in your happiness.”

wonder Castro never let me tell my brother

my eyes, concealing the pain that threatened to spill

bother him, Will. We’re… not that close.”

unlock, I quickly said goodbye and ended

I looked

the doorframe, his signature smirk playing across his

to

“You.”

only made his smirk widen as he pulled me

to a husky whisper. “Should we discuss just how ‘not close‘ we are? All those nights together weren’t

hot against my ear, and for the first time, his intimate gesture made

of flutter.

struggled, I caught sight of the lipstick stain on his collar –

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