His Dutiful Wife, His Undeniable Love

Chapter 4

Word Count: 646 | Released on: 23/06/2025

e was driving the same black sedan, and he got out to open the passe

ast?" he asked as sh

than

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just a quiet space

hem together. Ava watched her hand as she signed 'Ava Monroe' for what might be the last time. A sens

tucked into a folder on the back seat, Liam shifted into a pr

nd my grandfather gifted us a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. I

hung in the air. He was treat

"SoHo, I guess. It's closer to

sive nod. "I'll help you pack. We

ffered to carry her guitar case, making sure it was stowed carefully. He spo

pack a few suitcases. There was nothing to find

feeling? Maybe, she thought with a flicker of dark humor, it was just a arrangement that you co

for the airport, she remem

table," she said. "Sometimes

me know. I'll give you my number, and the address to t

tightly at the door, h

Charlotte whispered. "A

"I will take good car

en happy. As Liam loaded her suitcases into the car, her moth

ith floor-to-ceiling windows offering a glittering view of the city. The decor was minimalist and immaculate,

It was vast, with a king-sized b

the door. He looked at her d

will need to adapt to living together. I would like f

uming, he was asking. He was treating her a

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His Dutiful Wife, His Undeniable Love

CAMILLE BERRY Romance

“The familiar scent of Texas dust welcomed me home after weeks on a sold-out tour, but my mother's strained smile hinted at trouble. Over chicken-fried steak, she dropped a bombshell: an arranged marriage. Not in some period drama, but right here in the 21st century, between me, Ava Monroe, a musician building her own destiny, and Liam Sterling, the grandson of a man my father saved. It was a life-debt, a "gentleman's agreement" from before I was born, now pushed forward by a dying patriarch. I was blindsided, reeling from the archaic notion. This wasn't some fantasy; it was a contract, turning my life into a political maneuver for family honor. The agreement had a cruel twist: it only stood if I wasn't "seriously involved" with anyone. My single status, a consequence of artistic devotion, suddenly trapped me. They rushed the wedding, leaving me married to a handsome stranger who was meticulous, practical, and almost unsettlingly stoic. He treated me with perfect respect, yet his emotional distance left me feeling like a beautiful, but hollow, exhibit in his immaculate penthouse. Then came Victoria. Liam' s long-time, sophisticated pursuer, who saw me as an obstacle and made it clear I was an unwanted intrusion. A seed of raw jealousy took root, twisting my stomach. Was I just fulfilling a duty? Was he secretly longing for someone from his own world, someone who understood his life without constant explanation? Did he even want me, or was I just the inconvenient fulfillment of an ancient pact? I ran. But as I stood on the edge of a bridge, terrified before a charity bungee jump for all the world to see, facing a very real fear, a single thought consumed me. I desperately wished for Liam. And he appeared. He found me, just when I needed him most, pulling me into a fierce, possessive kiss. "I was jealous," he growled. That simple, honest confession shattered every barrier. He chose me. He always chose me. Amidst the chaos of my public life, my arranged marriage was finally becoming a love story, a destiny I was ready to embrace.”