Tobias and Talia are complete opposites, yet thrown together in an arranged marriage. Can they navigate married life in the wake of a terrible tragedy? ***** After being pressured into an arranged marriage to merge their families' companies, Talia and Tobias are stuck living together as husband and wife. Although they are both unhappy, neither tries to make the best of it. Tobias is too busy, and Talia is too distraught by the tragic death of her former fianceé, Jason. But as time goes by and they spend more time together, an undeniable attraction develops between the two. Despite this, Tobias can't seem to see past his jealousy of Jason and accept Talia - and Talia, plagued by guilt, is unwilling to let Jason go. Are the two heading for better - or are they headed for far worse? [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

Iᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ꜱᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ꜱɪɴғᴜʟ. Cʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴ Cᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ϙᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ. Sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ Hᴀᴍᴘᴛᴏɴ Gᴇᴏʀɢɪᴀ, ᴇɴʀᴏʟʟꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, Lᴏʟᴀ. Lᴏʟᴀ ɪꜱ ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Cʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ. Lᴏʟᴀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ Rᴏᴍᴀɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ Cʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. Eᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, Cʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏғғ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴘɪʀᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏɴ. "I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. . . ʙᴜᴛ I ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ." |Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ|Sʜᴏʀᴛ Sᴛᴏʀʏ| Highest Rankings: #31 - Liar

"Stop trying to deny it." His husky voice whispers in my ear, my back is pressed against his office wall, his hands interlaced with mine, pinned against the wall either side of my head. "Denying what?" I ask in a raspy voice. "Denying that you like me." His lips press against my neck softly, making my gasp. "I-I don't." I curse myself for stuttering. "That's not what your body's telling me." I roll my eyes at his 'Mr know it all' tone. "You obviously don't know me." I say with a shaky voice as his lips find my sweet spot. "I know you better than you know yourself." His deep blue eyes piercing through my brown ones for only a second before he's pressing his lips to mine. No matter how hard I try to pull away and not kiss him back, I can't help it. I'm addicted to him.