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

Chapter 9

Alexander kept his arm around my waist, gently pulling me aside.

“He’ll kill him!” I hissed, watching William approach with the vintage cricket bat.

A dangerous smile played across Alexander’s sculpted features. “Darling, death would be too merciful.“

He pulled out his phone, his upper–class accent dripping with dark amusement: “Have a medical team on standby at the Blackwood estate. Discretion is paramount.”

His thumb traced lazy circles on my hip, completely at odds with the tension in the air.

I shot him an incredulous look..

Castro dragged his gaze from William’s approaching figure, his perfectly maintained facade crumbling like his mud–stained Armani. “Aveline, we never properly ended things. This arranged marriage – it’s just business. You can’t possibly-”

The crack of willow on bone cut through the morning air as William’s cricket bat connected with surgical

precision.

Castro crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain.

“I’ve been standing here listening to your bullshit,” William snarled. “You manipulated my sister, struck her, and now you have the audacity to make demands?” Another swing punctuated his words.

Despite his designer suit now being thoroughly ruined by grass stains, Castro kept his desperate eyes. locked on me, dragging himself forward like a wounded animal.

“Will, stop!” I called out as he raised the bat again.

“You see? She still cares. What

away from Alexander’s protective hold and approached James. His triumphant smile froze as I crouched before him, letting my palm

with deadly calm, “makes us square. Next time you raise

-I must point out – it’s rather difficult to break up when you never publicly acknowledged me

Chapter 9

dress. “I’ll make this crystal clear, Castro: I don’t love you anymore. The next time you

Castro’s

however, was still unwilling to

over someone like him.” I

reluctance, but couldn’t resist straddling Castro’s prone form to deliver a series of precise punches that

Alexander signaled the waiting medical team. Four uniformed paramedics efficiently loaded our unwanted visitor onto a

to leave, Castro’s voice rang out with vindictive spite. “How does

around with lethal grace. I caught William’s Savile Row sleeve, but Alexander was already

leather shoe into Castro’s injured leg, grinding down with precise

making quite a case for why the old money families

front–row seat to watch her live her best life without you.”

“Take him away.”

the ambulance had disappeared down the

gentle. “Shall we hit Bond Street? Perhaps

confused. After such drama,

“Why shopping?”

lips quirked into

the best cure for

interjected hopefully. “I could use some therapeutic Rolex