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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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Walking into the restaurant, I take in the space with a single sweep of my gaze. Immaculate, as it should be.
Vincenzo runs a tight ship—spotless floors, polished silverware, crisp white tablecloths.
The faint scent of fresh flowers lingers in the air, a soft contrast to the usual aroma of seared steak and aged wine.
He leads me to a perfectly set table—chilled drinks, mouth watering appetizers, lighting dimmed just enough to cast everything in a warm, intimate glow.
A romantic touch. One I hadn't asked for, but knowing Vincenzo, not an accident. The man deserves a raise.
He greets me with his usual ease, taking my jacket. I stop him, reaching into the pocket and pulling out the box before letting him fold the fabric over his arm.
His eyes flick to it, and a smirk tugs at his lips.
"I heard about the arrangement," he says, amusement laced in his voice.
"Didn't think you'd go so far as to properly ask her."
"I'm not," I reply flatly. "I'm giving it to her to formalize the arrangement. Nothing more."
His smirk falters slightly, but he doesn't push. Smart man.
"We won't be long," I say, shifting the conversation.
"I won't keep you late—I know your wife and the baby are waiting." Vincenzo waves me off.
"I called her after you did. She's fine if I'm late, and the baby's already asleep." There's a quiet pride in his voice, one that softens the usual edge.
Vincenzo and I have known each other since college. He stayed in the closet for longer than I expected, but once he burst through, he went all in.
Within a year, he had a wife and most recently, a baby.
He is a trusted and loyal friend, though far too invested in my romantic life.
I'm sure that if anyone in my circle would take to Y/n kindly, it would be Vincenzo.
I take a seat as he leaves to put my jacket away; I place the box on the table and sip my glass of wine.
The setting is perfect, every detail meticulous—yet there's something unfamiliar clawing at my chest.
I realize, for the first time in a long time, I'm nervous.
I push the feeling down. She's already mine, whether either of us wanted it or not. The contracts are signed. There is no turning down this ring.
My phone buzzes. A text from my driver.
She's here.
I stand, my gaze locked onto the entrance. And then I see her.
