Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

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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.

was a photograph of him and Oriana in Paris, the Eiffel Tower gleaming behind their

as I dialed my brother's number in

arranged marriage—I'll

with concern,

my tone. "What's wrong? This doesn't sound like you

my throat, but I forced a

just realized - marriage is inevitable, isn't it? Does it really matter who it

to keep

merger marriage, I know you would have vetted the

relief was audible through

When are you coming back? Would you like to meet

can resolve the company's crisis. Go ahead and start planning the wedding. Let's

have you heard from Castro?" he coninued, "His first love is finally back in town. You should invite him

too. No wonder Castro never let me tell my brother

the pain

him, Will. We're... not

quickly said

Castro leaning against the

"Not close to whom?"

"You."

answer only made his smirk widen as he pulled me into his

"Should we discuss just how 'not close' we are? All those nights together

my ear, and for the first time,