His shoulders sagged, guilt carved into his features.
"Tracy, I'm sorry. It wasn't my choice. My parents arranged it. I didn't know how to tell you—I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you."
Tears stung her eyes, but she forced a trembling smile.
"Don't be sorry, Daniel. I understand. This isn't your fault. What matters is that we face it together. We'll find a way."
Relief flickered across his face. He pulled her into his arms and held her as if letting go would break him.
"You're too good for me," he whispered into her hair.
She tilted her head and kissed him softly, pouring every ounce of love and forgiveness she had into that moment. His hands cupped her face, and the kiss deepened—desperate, grateful—his lips pressing every unspoken apology against hers.
When they finally broke apart, the quiet of the room carried another sound: a soft shuffle. Daniel's gaze snapped toward the corner.
"Mirabel?" he called.
She stepped out sheepishly, caught red-handed.
"Were you spying on us?" Tracy teased with a raised brow.
Mirabel flushed, scratching the back of her neck. "Uh… yeah. Pretty much."
Daniel and Tracy laughed, shaking their heads. The heaviness between them eased, just a little.
Daniel reached for Tracy's suitcase, determination set in his jaw.
"Come on," he said gently. "Let's go home."
She nodded, slipping her hand into his. Together, they walked out into the night into there car before driving off, ready to face whatever came next.
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LUCIAN POV
Her hand around his neck as she leaned, "Then you will have to wait till the news is confirmed."
As she pulled away and walked to the bed, before she could climb, Lucian held her, pulling her to himself.
"It's not fair. Why am I the one getting punished? I want my wife now."
"You want me, then you can have me," replied Mirabel. "Since I will still fulfill my duty as a wife."
Lucian, frown by this: "Fine, I won't touch you."
As Mirabel smirks, "Then I will," she kissed him.
Lucian smiled and carried her to the bedroom.
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Tracy POV
The Next Day
Tracy got up in the morning, preparing breakfast as the door rang. As she walked to the door with her apron, opening the door, revealing Daisy.
Tracy's smile dropped. "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Oh, so Brother Daniel is dating a celebrity? Oh, I want to laugh," Daisy mocked.
"Yes, he is. And who are you, by the way?" Tracy asked.
"So you haven't heard? I am his fiancée, for short wife."
"Oh, he tells me about you. He loves me, and yours is an arranged marriage which he can never give you. What you want is his love—which I already have, needless to say," Tracy said mockingly.
Daisy became angry. Then Daniel came to Tracy's side, hugging her, kissing her neck.
"Who is it?" he asked. He was surprised to see Daisy, but he doesn't take his…
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