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.

turned to ice as I dialed my brother’s

about that arranged marriage–I’ll

brother’s voice softened with concern, catching the unfamiliar strain in my tone. “What’s wrong? This doesn’t

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throat, but

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

I –

continued, trying to keep my

Even for a business merger marriage, I know you would

was audible through the

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

crisis. Go ahead and start planning the wedding. Let’s set it for… a month from

is finally back in town.

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

concealing the pain that threatened to spill

bother him, Will. We’re… not

quickly said

I looked

against the doorframe, his signature smirk

to whom?”

“You.”

smirk widen as he pulled

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

and for the first time, his intimate gesture

of flutter.

I caught sight of the lipstick stain on his

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