Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

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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.

But Oriana wasn't finished.

- Castro always rinses

"too" - made me

was, I loved spicy food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing my shrimp, claiming spicy food wasn't

believed he was being protective. Now I realized he was

Oriana, who

my silence, she tilted her head, studying my face with

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been meaning to say this since I first saw you... Don't

never felt more

her triumphant gaze, I fled the bathroom, the pieces finally falling into place I hadn't been his love, I'd been

room, my colleagues' warmth slowly thawed my frozen

as I was beginning to push aside

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

contained

His voice cut through the chatter like ice. "A

next. His hand connected with my cheek

never raised a hand to

my shocked gaze, he showed no remorse only fury. "You knew her ankle was injured. I told you

where he'd struck

Her designer

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