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

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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.

as I dialed my

arranged marriage–I’ll do

My brother’s voice softened with concern, catching the unfamiliar strain in

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lump formed in my throat, but I forced a

wrong in realized – marriage is inevitable, isn’t it? Does it really matter who it

I –

to keep my

father’s judgment. Even for a business merger marriage, I know you would have vetted

was audible through the phone.

When are you coming back? Would you like to meet him first before making your final decision?”

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

finally back

Oriana too. No wonder Castro never let me tell my brother about

my eyes, concealing the pain

him, Will. We’re… not that close.”

door unlock, I quickly said goodbye and ended the

I looked

Castro leaning against the doorframe, his signature

close to

“You.”

widen as he pulled me into

dropped to a husky whisper. “Should we discuss just how ‘not

the first time, his intimate gesture made

of flutter.

sight of the lipstick stain on his collar – a shade I’d never worn.

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To Be His Perfect