Chapter 280
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The house was quiet when we got home. Marco hadn’t been joking at the diner. He stayed in that booth until my plate was clean, watching me like a man who expected me to tip sideways again if he looked away for a second.
I shut the bedroom door the moment he left me alone and faced the mirror over the dresser.
“How could you?” I asked the girl staring back at me. Her mouth was still a little pale. “You made a fool of yourself in front of him. In front of everyone.”
I leaned in until my breath fogged the glass. I was the one who insisted. Not him. He had told me no more than once on the way to the garage, told me the two-seater was not a joyride.
I had rolled my eyes and said I could handle it. I had to give myself a little credit, I at least lasted until the end of the ride. I only fainted when he helped me out of the car.
Was that anything to be proud of? Then I remembered how it felt to be in that car with him, seeing up close how amazing he was at the thing he loved doing. The passion in his eyes before we even started.
What was I doing? Why was he even on my mind?
“You don’t even like him,” I told the mirror. “You like that he’s an F1 driver. That’s all.”
It was a lie. I had never cared about racing. I couldn’t have named another famous driver if someone paid me. Whatever this was, it had nothing to do with the car and everything to do with the man who drove it, and that was the part driving me insane. I pressed my palms to the dresser and shut my eyes.
A knock pulled me out of my thoughts and I jumped so hard my knee hit the wood.
“It’s me,” Marco said.
“I didn’t say come in.”
He came in anyway. He had changed into a black T-shirt and jeans, hair slightly damp. Looking
irresistible.
He stayed by the door and looked at me how he had looked at me right before I fainted, checking the color in my face before he checked anything else.
I hated that look. I hated what it did to my heart.
“Luca just called,” he said. “You’re not going to like this. Both families met.”
My hand stayed on the dresser. “What do you mean, met?”
I already knew. His family and mine in the same room, on purpose, without a lawyer between them. They had spent years refusing to share a table at other people’s weddings. If they had sat down together now, it was because Marco and I had given them a reason bad enough to override the old hatred.
“I don’t think they’ve spoken to the elders yet.” He informed me. “Probably trying to break us up first
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id he say what happened?”
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“The whole meeting was about breaking us up.” His jaw was tight. “They want it undone. Luca said both sides used the word annulment. Might be the first thing they’ve agreed on in decades.”
I could hear the clock on the nightstand. I could feel my own pulse. They had sat in a room together. My family and his. The thing both houses avoided unless paper and witnesses were present. They had done it to pull us apart, and they had done it for nothing, because in a year the contract ended and the divorce would file itself.
They didn’t know that. They thought this was real.
“They can’t,” I said. “We already signed the contract.”
“They can try.” He didn’t move from the door. “Stick to the plan. No one can know this isn’t real.”
I stared at him. My family wanted me back. His family wanted me gone. And I was standing in his bedroom trying not to remember the way his hands had felt when he pulled me out of the car.
The room felt like it was moving.
Then the dresser blurred and my knees went loose.
I heard him cross the room. His hands caught me under the arms before I could fall, and the dizziness disappeared the second his body took my weight. Just like that. Gone.
Marco’s face was inches from mine.
He didn’t let go.
One palm was spread on my back. The other had closed around my upper arm, thumb pressed to the inside of my elbow where the pulse was stupid and fast.


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