Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The transatlantic flight carried me eastward, the sun painting ever changing portraits outside my window. Brilliant azure skies gave way to rolling clouds tinged with gold, a canvas of nature's finest work

Inspiration struck suddenly, and I pulled out my sketchpad, capturing the ethereal play of light in an jewelry design.

By the time I finished, darkness had claimed the sky.

There was something magical about crossing the Atlantic - a time traveler's journey where I left New York on the morning of the 27th only to land in London on the night of the 26th.

Through the arrivals gate, I spotted them immediately - Mum, Dad, and William standing in a row,

beaming and waving like excited children at a parade.

The sight of them made my heart squeeze.

I ran to them, wheeling designer luggage forgotten as I fell into Mum's embrace, breathing in her familiar perfume - Chanel No. 5, just as she'd worn all my life.

wishes and moved to New York for university, chasing

let me go, trusting

brief Christmas visits, a daughter's absence marked

and I pulled back from

"Mum, I'm starving."

face, her eyes soft with maternal concern. "Tll make

"Perfect."

we walked to the car park, our laughter echoing through the

Chapter 5

across the ocean in his Manhattan penthouse, Castro faced a very different scene. Castro sat

set a reminder for my

in Oriana's guest room, the familiar chime cutting through

first instinct had been to head to Whole Foods, to buy

ago was

at breakfast, limping slightly, had given him pause. After all, I still hadn't

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