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

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Nora, wearing an exquisite white cashmere coat, looked gentle and elegant, her ears adorned with Australian white pearls.

Just her shawl around her neck was worth tens of thousands. The saleswoman quickly approached her. “Mrs. Sterling, is Mr. Sterling not accompanying you to select jewelry today?”

“Mrs. Sterling, we’ve received the latest arrivals. Each piece is suitable for you.

“Mrs. Sterling, the jade you asked me to hold for you has arrived. You should try it on; it will complement your complexion beautifully.

The saleswomen addressed her as “Mrs. Sterling” one after another, and Nora looked at Aveline with a triumphant smile, declaring her victory.

Everyone knew that Alexander doted on her like a treasure, but they didn’t realize that Aveline was the

one he had married officially

Aveline’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. Why did she have to meet the person she least

wanted to see at her most miserable moment?

Nora gently asked, “Selling such high–quality rings for cash might lead to a significant loss.”

Aveline reached out and took the ring box. Her face turned ashen. “I’m not selling it.”

“Not selling it? What a pity. I quite like this ring, and considering our previous meeting, I was willing to pay a high price for it. Miss Blackwood, aren’t you short of money?”

The way Nora said this made Aveline realize that Nora had exploited her weakness.

The saleswomen around tried to persuade her, “Miss, this is Mr. Sterling’s fiancee, so Miss Blackwood, you can be sure she will give you a good price. You won’t even have to go through our usual process to get the money.”

The repeated use of “Mrs. Sterling” was truly ironic. She had once sworn to herself that she wouldn’t get a divorce, but a year later, she had become the talk of the town. Aveline felt that her marriage to Alexander

had turned into a calculated farce.

Aveline hesitate, Nora approached her with a smiling face. “Miss Blackwood, why don’t you name your price?”

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face was disgusting. Aveline’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not

onto your dignity? If I were you, I’d let it go. Has no one told you that clinging desperately

truly amusing. If you’re so fond of taking things, why don’t you go rob a

two women argued, the ring flew out of the box, arcing through the

quickly moved to retrieve it, but the ring rolled to a pair of exquisitely crafted leather shoes

the door.

bent down to pick it up, and a drop of rain fell on her neck, sending a

her head slowly, meeting the cold, heartless eyes of Alexander. He still held the black umbrella,

elegant black wool coat accentuated his sharp

first time she saw him. He had been twenty years old, standing in a sunlit field wearing a white shirt,

look even slimmer, with a sharp chin that seemed even more pronounced than it had three months ago.

while she

been designed by him to her liking–subtle, unique, and the

her finger, except for removing it during showers, she had never taken it off

the pressing need for money, she wouldn’t have resorted to this, but the precious. possession she

the ring; he was stepping

you arrived just in time. I

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fell on Aveline’s frustrated

herself from

seems your love for it wasn’t as deep as you claimed. To me, something without a heart is

was about to respond when a sharp pain stabbed through her stomach, triggering her nerves. As

so perfectly matched under

like

if she wanted to give him her whole heart, a

fought through the pain and picked up the ring. She returned

appear weak in front of Alexander, even though she was on the verge of passing out from pain. She maintained

once considered it

her. Sweat was trickling down her pale