He was the wind that made her world freeze over. She was the fire that lit up his.
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Aren Petros was the stain on the Petros family name, known for his criminal past. And Mila Chambers was the solution to cleaning up his image. So when they find th...
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author's note: i've written a few chapters in advance and i cannot wait for you to read the wedding chapter! (two chaps from now) pay attention because a lot of what happens in the beginning has significance for them later on ;)
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"YOU HAVE BEEN dodging us all week!" my eldest sister, Freya, exclaimed down the phone as I moved it from my ear with a wince.
"I haven't been dodging you, Frey. I've just been busy."
"Yeah with your new fiancé that you never told us about!" she countered. "Mum and Dad told us to be at theirs tomorrow for your engagement party, and they never said anything to us either!"
I sighed as I adjusted the bag strap on my shoulder. Aren and I had arrived in Cumbria and were getting into a car to drive to my parent's estate. "We can talk all about it when I see you, okay?"
The driver took my bag from me to place in the boot and I slid into the back with Aren. He quickly busied himself by typing away on his phone.
"I want to know everything, okay?" Freya calmed down after I said that and I nodded.
"Okay. See you tomorrow." I hung up and slid my phone back into my purse.
The drive was short and when the gates to my house opened, we pulled into the cobblestone courtyard and I sighed. The last time I had come back home, my life had been flipped on its axis.
"What's up with you?" Aren's deep voice came from behind me as he fell into step with me.
I stared at him for a moment. "My sisters found out about us the same time the tabloids did."
Colin, our family's housekeeper, opened the doors and my parents emerged to greet us.
Aren slid his hand into mine and spoke quietly so only I could hear him. "My brothers don't know the full story either. It's better this way."
I could only peer up at him briefly before my mother's sweet voice greeted us.
"Mila. Aren. We're so glad to see you again!" she rendered us with a simple smile, and her arms came around me to hug me warmly.
I hugged her back, relishing in her touch as my father stepped forward and took Aren's hand in a firm handshake and greeted him. "How are you, Mum?"
She flattened a hand over her dark hair to smooth away any flyaways. "I'm well, honey. Completely occupied with the planning of this party though." Tiredness was etched deeply onto her tawny skin with slight eyebags but she still looked as youthful and put together as ever in her black pencil skirt and white blouse.
I rubbed her shoulder before my father came towards me. His signature cologne wafted to my nose as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed a soft kiss on my temple. "I missed you, petal."
