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 number

about that arranged marriage–I’ll do it.”

unfamiliar strain in my tone.

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but

is inevitable, isn’t it? Does it really matter

I –

continued, trying to keep my voice

trust your and father’s judgment. Even for a business merger marriage, I know you would

relief was audible through the phone.

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

the company’s crisis. Go ahead and start

he coninued, “His first love is finally back in town. You should invite him

Castro

my eyes, concealing the pain that

Will. We’re… not that

said goodbye and ended

I looked

leaning against the doorframe, his signature smirk playing across his lips.

close to whom?”

“You.”

made his smirk widen as he pulled me into

a husky whisper. “Should we discuss just how ‘not close‘ we are? All those nights

the first time, his

of flutter.

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

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Be His Perfect Replica. Choose