Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Therapy

1 did it. I told someone about my relationship with Callan. I had to fight off my embarrassment and guilt,

but voicing it out freed me from the poisonous load that had been crushing me for a very long time. Yes, I

let him manipulate me. Yes, I was the one who let Callan take control over me. And yes, I’d been

struggling to forgive myself. I knew what was going on. I couldn’t use the excuse of temporary insanity

because everything inside me screamed that this wasn’t right. Callan’s so-called love was highly toxic.

Nonetheless, I ended up blaming myself for letting that man smash me like a bug.

When did I become so defenseless? It was the moment I decided that I was in love with him. He used

that against me. He cut me off from all the friends I had at the university so that he could be the only

person I talked to. He kept telling me that no one could ever love me as he

told me that I could only be happy with him and with no one else, and I believed him. I believed in his lie

so deeply that his half-hearted “I’m sorry” was enough for me to forgive him that he raped me! I did it all

to save our love, although it was more likely that it was merely my, one-sided feeling. I sacrificed a lot

because I thought that compromise was unavoidable. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that I was the only

one sacrificing anything.

I was ashamed of what I did and how I behaved around Callan. That girl, it wasn’t me. The truth was too

hard for me to deal with alone and humiliating to tell… or at least that was what I thought for the last

three years. Something within me decided that it was time to change that, and I chose Miranda, the

person I barely knew, to listen to my story…

“It is not your fault, Cora. Do you understand me?” she said softly, crying along with me.

I nodded, smiling despite falling tears. It turned out that we had much more in common than I initially

thought. We ordered pizza and prosecco and spent the rest of the day, drinking and talking about our

past, messed-up relationships, and guys that had never grown enough to become men.

“I wonder if I didn’t enjoy sex with Callan because he didn’t love me,” I said, finishing my third glass of

fizzy drink.

Miranda chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?” “No.” I shook my head, slightly alcoholish. “If he’d loved me, he

would have cared enough to pleasure me.”

Miranda burst out laughing, which made her roll on the bed. “Do you know anything about good sex at

all?!”

I stated with a lopsided smirk, “Yes and no. I’ve got a lot of theoretical knowledge. My experience

involves one specimen, remember?”

Miranda sat up, straightening to a teacher-like pose. “My dear Cora, the guy doesn’t have to love you to

make you feel good in bed. He needs to respect you… and he needs to have some skills or at least

intuition. If he cares solely about his pleasure, then he shouldn’t call himself a

man.”

I snorted while refilling our glasses. “Then, how do I find such a guy?”

A wicked grin formed on Miranda’s lips. “Fortunately… you don’t need to look far. He is right by your

side.”

1 rolled my eyes. “Aren doesn’t trust me nor respect me”

Miranda sighed and then looked at me with a serious expression. “He is a guy. If you don’t tell him what

you need from him, he won’t give it to you. And believe me. Aren has a lot to offer.” She giggled. “So…

do you think I should just forgive him for the fact that he didn’t tell me that Callan is his step-brother and

everything he said to me later?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest

“I’m talking about giving him a chance. That’s all.” She shrugged,

I wasn’t certain if I could forgive Aren for what he did, or rather what he didn’t do, Nonetheless, I needed

to face him at some point. No matter how pissed I was at him, I was still his contractual fiancée.

“Fine… tell him that I will come back to the penthouse tomorrow,” I said reluctantly,

“Perfect.” She clapped her hands, but then she glanced at me hesitantly. “You know that he is going to

ask me about you and Callan…” I took a deep breath. “Tell him. Spare him the details, but I’m not sure if

I can repeat that story in front of him.”

Miranda nodded, approving my choice. “Thank you… for trusting me.”

I smiled faintly. “Thank you for hearing me out.”

I called a cab for Miranda at about 2 AM. It was right after we’d finished our third bottle of prosecco.

Once she left, I started thinking about everything that had happened during the last two days. I wondered

what kind of consequences it would bring. It terrified me, but it also made me hopeful and excited. I

couldn’t sleep thinking about how to face Aren and what I should say to him, how to explain my point of

view. I wanted to trust Miranda that giving Aren a second chance was the right thing to do. At the same

time, I was scared of being betrayed again. I didn’t think I could handle being hurt by him once more,

especially after baring my biggest secret to him.

Neil texted me at 8 AM to say that the car would be waiting for me outside the hotel. I guessed it was

time to go back. I messaged him that I would be ready in thirty minutes, and glided in swayed steps to

the bathroom. I had just finished putting on light makeup when I heard a knock on the door.

I sighed and walked to the door. “Neil, I didn’t have to go up…” I froze as I opened the door.

“Good morning,” Aren said, a faint smile curling his lips.

I looked him up and down. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit but casual jeans and a black, fitted T-shirt. I

was aware that it was Saturday, but wasn’t he working all week long?

“Good morning,” I mumbled, standing on the threshold and processing why he came in person.

“May I come in?” he asked in an incredibly polite tone.

Surprised and curious, I replied, “Sure.”

He walked past me, his arm slightly brushing mine, his intoxicating perfume violating my calm heart and

forcing it to race. He sat on the chair and tilted his head, gesturing at me to sit next to him. I rolled my

eyes but obeyed him anyway

“What do you want, Aren?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

His lips twitched into an uncomfortable grimace. “I shouldn’t have said that… about Callan and you. The

truth is I was angry…”

“Angry for what?” I crossed my arms as my annoyance grew.

He smiled wryly and shrugged. “I don’t know. You reacted to him as if his presence moved you

My temple vein throbbed. “You got mad because I saw the man that I’d never wanted to see again in my

life and felt as if I was going to throw up?” I hissed. “Was that how you felt?” he asked softly.

“Yes!” I snapped. “I was horrified! The one thing I wanted at that moment was that you would show up

and take me away!” The words that uncontrollably popped out of my throat painted a brief smirk of

satisfaction on his face.

He cleared his throat. “Do you want him to pay for what he did to you?”

Honestly, I had never thought of revenge. I was too busy forgetting that my relationship with Callan had

ever happened. Nonetheless, I was going to become a part of his family, even if only on paper, and I

couldn’t stay defenseless against him like before.

“Yes. I want him to pay,” I replied confidently. Aren grinned wickedly as he heard my words. He grabbed

my hand without saying a word and pulled me up to stand. He entangled his fingers with mine and

started walking to the door, making me follow him.

“Where are you taking me?” I called out, startled.

“You will see.” He chuckled, pulling me out into the corridor. “Neil will take the rest of your things and you

are going with me.” I frowned and jerked off my hand. “No! I’m not going anywhere with you!” Aren

sighed and locked his eyes on me with a smirk. “Do you want to know everything about my plan or not?”

I swallowed and looked at him suspiciously. “Is that a trick question?”

He chuckled. “No.”

“Yes, of course, I want to know everything,” I replied, cautiously reading his face.

His eyes flashed in amusement. “We are leaving New York for the weekend, just the two of us. We are

going to a very private place—a perfect spot for a serious conversation.”

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A wave of heat flooded me at the mere thought of spending the entire weekend with him alone, but I guess, I couldn’t ask for better circumstances to explain to him the way I felt.

“All right,” I said breathlessly. “And where is that perfect spot supposed to be?”

He stepped closer and leaned over me before sending his velvet voice straight to my ear. “I would say... on the balcony with an ocean view in my private villa in the Hamptons.”