"What do you say, bellissima?"
"Stop calling me that, Arius."
"Over my dead body, wife."
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Lucian West was in desperate need of a job to pay for her mother's loan. When she finally gets the job, her boss offers h...
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LUCIAN
It’s the day today.
I stand in front of the mirror, all dolled up for my official engagement party, and I can't help but feel the weight of the moment. Ever since we “got engaged in secret,” as the news channels have been calling it, people have been expecting us to throw a proper engagement party. And well, here we are.
I’ve been dreading today. As much as I love dressing up and feeling pretty, this day means so much more than just that. It's a performance, a show that has to go perfectly. I’m not just a girl wearing a beautiful dress—today, I’m part of a lie that the world is watching.
But despite everything, I can’t deny how much I love the dress I’m wearing. It feels like a glove, so soft and luxurious. The fabric shimmers under the light, and as I turn to look at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but think, Wow. It’s dreamy, like something out of a fairytale. And for a second, I allow myself to enjoy it.
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What I don’t love, though, is the pressure that comes with it. People expect a better fiancé for Arius. After all, why would someone like him, someone so perfect, ever want to be with someone like me? He could have anyone he wanted. He’s rich, successful, charming... So, why me?
The weight of it all presses down on me, and a familiar feeling creeps up. The sadness, the insecurity. It stings just thinking about it. Because I know what this is.
I’m here for a reason. For the money, for the deal we made. But I can’t help but feel something different in my chest every time Arius looks at me with that kindness and warmth. It’s... unfair. And it makes me question everything.
I’ve been telling myself this is all a facade. A deal. A contract. That’s all it is. But... sometimes, it doesn’t feel like that at all.
