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.

heart turned to ice as I dialed my brother’s number in Switzerland.

arranged marriage–I’ll do it.”

the unfamiliar strain in my

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lump formed in my throat, but I forced a light

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

I –

trying to keep my

a business merger marriage, I

was audible through the

coming back? Would

need. The sooner we proceed, the sooner we can resolve the company’s crisis. Go ahead and start planning the wedding. Let’s set it for… a month from now.”

the way, have you heard from Castro?” he coninued, “His first love is finally back

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

my eyes, concealing the pain that

him, Will. We’re… not that close.”

unlock, I quickly said goodbye and ended the call.

I looked

the doorframe, his signature smirk playing across

close to whom?”

“You.”

his smirk widen as he pulled me into his arms.

husky whisper. “Should we discuss just how ‘not close‘ we are?

against my ear, and for the first

of flutter.

the lipstick stain

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His Perfect Replica. Choose The