Chapter 49

It's Not About Love

I hear the screech of Aiden's chair against the floor and his footsteps as he follows me to the foyer.

He catches my hand, intertwining our fingers as he turns me to face him. He has to lower his head to look at me, and he cups my cheek with his hand. "Alina?"

I close my eyes and hum in response.

"Are you okay? I know this is weird, but we can deal with it. It doesn't all have to be bad."

I nod, letting my head drop against his chest.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?"

"I want to, but I think I need to go home. Talk to my mom."

He sighs. "Yeah, I guess that's the smart thing to do."

Mother stomps down the hall, apologizing to Jake and Aiden. She stops only for a second

beside me.

"You're coming home with me. Say goodbye," she whispers into my ear, low and angry.

She squeezes Aiden's bicep and smiles at him. "Goodnight, Aiden. We'll see each other

soon, I hope."

Aiden nods, watching her walk away before returning his attention back to me. "Text me,

okay? I want to make sure you're okay after your... conversation."

I try to smile, but I'm cut off as he leans toward me, cupping the back of my neck. He kisses me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and push myself to the tips of my toes as I welcome the deep kiss, the warm caress of his

tongue.

Fuck, I don't want to go home.

when Jake clears his throat

and say a quick goodbye before following my mother out

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choking silence. My mind races, and I notice the way her hands tighten around the wheel of the

even happen? My mother is marrying Jake,

mother spins around,

shut my mouth

arms over her chest. "Do you have any idea

sharp, barely containing the anger

looking at me like she never

embarrassing me.

can you even think about marrying him? What about

tired of

already told you. You know this isn't about love, Alina. It's about stability. It's about a life I've always dreamed

you were being

is that she cannot marry the man I lost my virginity to, but saying that feels like a

biting into my brain. "Don't lecture

the adult here."

shake my head, disbelief gnawing at me. “You think using a man for

widower too, and he's well aware that I don't have to love him to marry him. He's already promised me that I won't have to share a room or... anything else with him. He can provide, and he's willing to let

word more ridiculous than the last. I hate, hate, desperately hate the fact that it makes me feel better

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don't plan

it's all about the money, then?

dramatic. "Stop being so naïve, Alina. Life isn't some fairytale, and marriages don't need to be built on

father, and I

dad's death evident. For the first

like

me that there was a time

her throat, straightening her expression.

to 'like' him for it to serve its

words fail me. She flips

me to my

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