I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace envelop me. "I never knew love could feel like this," I murmured, my voice filled with contentment.
"Me neither," he replied, his fingers gently playing with my hair. "But I wouldn't trade i...
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Amelia Harrington
"I can't believe it!" Amber whisper-yelled in my ear, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Your father actually got you married to one of his business clients just to save his company? And the guy happens to be the most famous, richest, and, might I add, ridiculously handsome business tycoon?"
I sighed and nodded. "Yes, that's exactly what I've been telling you," I replied, still in disbelief myself.
After I recovered from my panic attack last night, I called Amber over. She's been my best friend since childhood, and the only person I can talk to. She lives with her brother and grandmother, and despite everything life has thrown at her, she's remained kind and fiercely protective. Right now, though, she's absolutely freaking out over my so-called "marriage."
Amber ran her fingers through her dark brown curls, still processing the news. "So when's the real wedding?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.
I stared at her incredulously. "A few seconds ago, you were freaking out, and now you're asking about the wedding?" I shot back.
Amber grinned. "Of course! It's my bestie's wedding. How can I not be excited?"
I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm. It was strange to see her so excited about something that made me feel like a prisoner. "Well, according to my 'husband' and my father, the public wedding is tomorrow," I said, my voice tinged with sarcasm.
Amber's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Wow! He must've liked you at first sight. That's why he couldn't wait."
Before I could respond, Laura's voice interrupted, sharp and mocking. "He didn't marry her because he liked her," she sneered, stepping into the room with a smug expression. "He only married her because he needed a personal maid. And since he and Father are such great business buddies, he asked for her. Father, being the generous man he is, gave him your name."
I looked at Laura, who was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her face twisted in a cruel smile. Amber shot her a glare, clearly disgusted. "How do you know that?" Amber asked, her tone dripping with disdain.
Laura smirked and shrugged. "He told me himself. So don't get your hopes up, Amelia. You're no one special to him." She shot me a final icy glare before leaving the room.
Amber scoffed once Laura was out of earshot. "Don't listen to her. That witch is probably lying." She tried to console me, but the words rang hollow. I let out a heavy sigh as Amber pulled me into a hug.
"Don't worry, strawberry," she whispered while rubbing my back. "You're gonna have a great life with him. I promise."
Amber had always called me 'strawberry' because, according to her, I looked like one with my pale skin and rosy cheeks. Plus, my love for strawberries made the nickname stick. Hearing her say it now brought a small smile to my lips. "Thanks, Amber," I muttered.
