My Guardian's Cruelest Love Game

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fiancée, the cherished artist, shattered instantly. The blood drained from her face, leaving her pale and hollow. Transactional. Not pe

s, had engineered a 'chance' encounter with Kendrick at a high-profile gallery opening. She'd admired his sharp intellect, his undeniable

, his eyes cold and assessing. "Someone intelligent, presentable, and

owerful husband, a life of luxury and endless opportunities. Her heart had fluttered with ambition, believing she cou

. personal problem. Once that problem is resolved, our arrangement will dissolve. Amicably, of course." He h

e could only dream of, was too strong. She had accepted, convincing herself she could change his mind, that her c

he had won, that she had eradicated the 'childish problem' and secured her place by his side. Every time she saw Amirah's pain, Chrissy felt a

t like Amirah had been, used for his inscrutable purposes. He hadn't chosen her for love; he had chosen her for

me you would eventually marry me. That this wasn't just a business deal." She c

inalize Amirah's departure from my life. That wedding will happen, and you will get everything we agreed u

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was a business arrangement. She knew the terms. He had been clear from the start. This charade, this carefully constructed lie, was for Amirah. To make her give up. To make her leave. To finall

ran a hand through his hair, a rare sign of his inner turmoil. He checked his phone. Still nothing. No call, no tex

age of her face, pale and resolute as she demanded he admit his self-serving motives, flashed in his mind. She h

lost. He had stepped in, as a matter of duty, a promise to his best friend. But then, she had burrowed into his life, a fragile plant clinging to the nearest sturdy tree. He had

h it, decisively, cruelly if necessary, to save them both. He chose Chrissy, a beautiful, ambitious artist who understood the transactional nature of their arrangement. He had tasked her with sy

ning in his chest, but he had dismissed it as irritation, as the justifiable frustration of a guardian dealing with a wayward ward. He reinforced her detachment, kept his di

of that Amirah had to move on. He had even convinced himself that this was a good thing for him t

had believed that he was incapable of deep emotional attachment, that his life was destined to be one of solitary achievement. Then Amirah came. He

up,' but perhaps he had only succeeded in growing her away from him. Perhaps he had mistaken his possessiveness for paternal care, his need for control for selfless gui

d of olive branch. A final gesture before she truly embarked on her independent life. He had convinced himself it was a final ac

her name. He dialed. A mechanical voice answered, cold and impersonal. "The numbe