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

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Chapter 3

The next morning, feeling somewhat better, I arrived at the design firm right on time.

Sarah, my creative director, held my resignation letter with mixed emotions when I told her about returning home for marriage.

“First my best jewelry designer leaves for marriage,” she sighed, shaking her head. “The studio won’t be the same without you.‘

Words failed me, so I hugged her instead, grateful for her mentorship over the years.

News of my departure spread quickly through the office. My colleagues insisted on throwing me a

farewell dinner.

I suggested the Italian restaurant Castro and I frequented partly because I didn’t know many others, but mostly because their seafood risotto was exceptional.

During dinner, I excused myself to the wash my hand, only to find Oriana touching up her makeup at the marble vanity.

“What a coincidence!” She smiled warmly at my reflection. “You know, Castro first brought me here during our college days. We’ve had so many special moments in this place since then.”

I returned a polite smile and turned to leave, seeing no reason for small talk between us.

wasn’t finished.

other night – Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off your shrimp. Are

single word “too” – made me freeze.

loved spicy food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing my shrimp, claiming spicy food wasn’t ladylike.

Now I realized he was simply acting on

couldn’t

my silence, she tilted her head,

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since I first saw you… Don’t you think

similar?”

never felt more

finally falling into place –

the private dining room, my colleagues‘

I was beginning to push aside the unpleasant

the doorway, his Armani suit slightly disheveled, his eyes scanning the crowded room. before landing on me with

I saw barely contained rage in his expression,

His voice cut through the chatter like ice. “A word?”

him into the marble–lined hallway, I was utterly unprepared for what happened next. His hand connected with my cheek in a sharp crack that echoed off the pristine

had never raised

her ankle was injured. I told you I’d explain everything later is this your way of getting revenge?”

where he’d struck

from down the hallway. Her designer blouse was rumpled and

water.

the floor. Castro shoved