Forbidden By Fate

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ce cut through the din. "Congratulations, Amelia!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with

d Catherine Gerard, had chosen for me. They were wealthy and influential, with a legacy that spanned generations. At 85 and 82,

a shiver run down my spine as our gazes held, the air thick with unspoken tension. I broke eye contact, and a stream of congratulations from my parents' friends followed. After they dispe

y mom whispered. I nodded, smiling, and hugged them both tightly. I bid farewell to my friend Anna, who whispe

I couldn't shake off the image of Ricardo's intense gaze. It had left me w

. "Are you good?" he asked. I forced a smile,

nsume me. I was married now, bound to Ethan Thompson, a man I didn'

His gentle demeanor had initially put me at ease, but there was something about him that didn't quite add up. A nagg

nce often leaving me wondering what

to Ricardo – a man who was not only a distant family member, but also seemed young

And now, I found myself torn between the obligations of my arranged marriage and the forbidden allure of Ricardo. Th

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light. I couldn't tear my eyes away, my gaze drinking in every detail. I'd known her for ten year

who didn't deserve her. She was meant to be mine, and the

ling of frustration. Why did I always react this way whenever I

n love with her that very day. But she never noticed me, treating me like a distant famil

ce. Tonight, seeing her exchange vows with another man, had awakened

with thoughts of Amelia. Sleepless nights had bec

t very close to her husband's house, so I can keep seeing her. I don't think I c

e an apartment close to Amelia's," I instructed him. "I don'

eeded to hear. I ended the call, feelin

f the mirror, my imagination took over. I pictured Amelia sta

roking my desire. The tension built up, and I couldn

art lingered. I was trapped in this vicious cyc

is my everything – my world, my soul, my reason for being. I crave her presence, yearn to hold her close,

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oice barely audible, "you w