The Marriage He Thought Was Fake (The Revenge Affair-Book 2)

The day my grandfather died was the day I learned that even my future could be taken from me.

I had barely said goodbye to him when my mother introduced me to the man she had already chosen to become my husband.

"This is Adrian, your fiancé." She said it casually. Like it was nothing. Like she hadn't just placed a stranger in front of me and handed him the rest of my life.

My eyes widened as I looked at him. Adrian Beaumont. Tall, how and impossibly composed.

There was an aura of cold dignity around him, the kind that came from being born into money and never having to question whether the world would make room for him. His dark suit was perfectly tailored. His expression was neutral.

He extended his hand. "Adrian Beaumont."

I stared at his hand. I didn't take it.

"Adrian is the heir to the Beaumont Group," my mother continued. "The two of you will make a powerful couple."

Powerful. That was what she cared about. Not whether I wanted him. Not whether I knew him. Not whether I had even finished grieving the man whose body had been lying in a coffin less than an hour ago. Powerful.

I turned away from Adrian and grabbed my mother's arm. "Mother, do you understand what you're trying to do right now?"

She looked at me calmly. "I'm trying to secure your position, Caleste."

"My position?"

"Your grandfather left his inheritance to you." Her voice lowered. "The entire group."

My fingers tightened around her arm.

"If you don't have a strong partner like Adrian, your cousin will take everything from you. You know how your uncle has been waiting for this."

I stared at her. "Grandfather isn't even buried yet."

"You think the board is going to wait for you to finish mourning?"

Her words hit harder than they should have.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know exactly what I'm talking about."

She glanced toward Adrian. "He is the best option. The most successful man after Vance Blackwood."

I almost laughed. "Mother, he is a stranger."

"He is thirty-four, financially independent, educated, powerful, and the heir to one of the largest groups in the country."

"That doesn't make him my husband."

"It makes him suitable."

There it was. Suitable. As if I were choosing a new investment. Not a husband.

"You've changed, Caleste."

I went silent.

My mother sighed. "Your grandfather softened you too much over these last five years."

My chest tightened.

"You used to understand how the world worked. You knew what was at stake. Now you're becoming sentimental."

"My grandfather just died."

"And your grandfather spent the last five years preparing you to take over everything he built."

Her expression hardened. "He didn't prepare you so you could throw it away because you're grieving."

"Mother!"

She straightened her dress. "Once the funeral is over, Adrian will take you to dinner."

"I won't go."

"You will."

"No."

"It's settled." She turned away.

I watched her walk back toward Adrian as if our conversation had been nothing more than an inconvenience.

"Let's attend the funeral," she told him.

Adrian nodded. Before he followed her, his eyes met mine. There was no apology in them. Just calm acceptance. As though he had already accepted a future I hadn't even agreed to. And perhaps that was the most terrifying part.

Everyone seemed to know what was happening to my life. Except me.

My grandfather's funeral began shortly after. Philip Ashworth had spent decades building an empire. So naturally, half the people attending his funeral were people who wanted something from it.

Business partners, executives, family members, old friends. People who had spent years calling him Philip and suddenly remembered to call him Mr. Ashworth when they saw the lawyers.

My father's family stood together on one side. My cousin was there with his parents. The same cousin my mother had just warned me about. The same cousin who would inherit everything if I failed. I looked at them and felt nothing.

My grandfather was dead. And somehow, everyone was already calculating what came next.

I couldn't. Not yet. I needed one person.

Someone who wouldn't tell me what my grandfather had wanted. Someone who would simply sit beside me and let me grieve.

I looked toward the entrance. He wasn't there. I looked again. Still nothing. Sam.

He had been beside me for five years. Five years of knowing how I took my coffee, showing up when I needed him, making me laugh when I wanted to scream.

He had seen me at my worst. He had never asked me to pretend to be anything else. And today, when I needed him most, he wasn't there.

I hated myself for looking for him. I hated myself even more when I realized I had been waiting for him.

Then I saw Nerissa and Vance approaching. William and Lily Blackwood stood behind them.

Nerissa reached me first. "Caleste."

She pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry."

The moment her arms wrapped around me, something inside me cracked. I closed my eyes. I wanted to cry. I wanted to fall apart.

But I forced myself to breathe. "Thank you."

Vance stood beside her, one hand resting gently against Nerissa's back.

"Philip was a great man," he said.

I looked at him.

"He may no longer be with us, but his legacy is still alive. And you're the one who will carry it forward."

I swallowed. "Thank you."

My eyes drifted past them. Still searching him Nerissa noticed it, as always.

"Sam is still on the way from the coastline."

I looked at her.

"He'll reach town tonight."

"I wasn't looking for him." The lie came too quickly.

Nerissa gave me a sad smile. She knew me too well.

"You don't have to pretend with me."

I looked away. The funeral continued. I listened to words about my grandfather's kindness. His vision. His achievements. His legacy.

Everyone talked about the man he had been. Nobody talked about the fact that I had lost my grandfather. Nobody seemed to understand that I wasn't thinking about his company. I was thinking about the first time he taught me how to ride a bicycle.

The way he used to call me his little storm whenever I argued with him. The way he had looked at me during his final days. As if he knew he wouldn't be there much longer.

I should have stayed beside him longer. I should have said more. I should have-

"Caleste." My mother's voice pulled me back.

The funeral was over. Adrian stood beside my stepfather. My mother had left my little brother with her husband and was already walking toward me.

"Adrian is waiting."

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Of course he was. I looked at him. Then at my mother.

"I need the restroom."

I turned before she could respond. I didn't go to the restroom. I slipped away. I got into my car and drove home.

I ignored the entire future they had apparently planned for me. For once, I wanted something that belonged only to me. Silence.

Momo was waiting at the door when I arrived. The moment she saw me, her little tail started moving.

I picked her up. "Hi, baby."

Her warm body pressed against my chest. And that was it. I broke.

I carried her to my bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and held her tightly against me. The tears came without warning.

I cried for my grandfather. For the empty space he left behind. For the future I didn't recognize anymore. And for reasons I didn't want to admit yet- for the man who wasn't there.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I almost ignored it. Then I checked the camera. My heart stopped. Sam was finally here. I opened the door immediately.

"Caleste..." He looked exhausted.

His hair was messy from the drive. His jacket was still covered with traces of dust from the road.

His eyes found mine. The warmth disappeared from his face.

"I'm so sorry." His voice cracked. "I was late."

I shook my head. "You're here now."

I tried to smile. "Thank you."

He stared at me for a moment. Then he stepped closer.

"You don't have to be strong in front of me." His hand settled gently on my shoulder.

The touch was warm. It was warm and familiar.

I looked down. "Did you eat?"

He blinked. "No."

"As expected."

A small smile appeared on his face. "Let me cook."

He walked inside before I could argue. I followed him into the apartment, then settled onto the sofa with Momo.

Sam went straight to the kitchen. He didn't ask what I wanted. He already knew. He opened my refrigerator. Checked the cabinets. Rolled up his sleeves. And started cooking.

I watched him from the sofa. For a moment, everything felt normal. Then his eyes wandered around my apartment.

He noticed the photographs. The large wall filled with pictures of my grandfather and me. Photos of Momo. A few pictures from work. Then he saw one of us.

Sam and me. Taken last year at his family's house.

He smiled. "You finally put that one up."

I looked at the photograph. "I like it."

"Me too."

He went back to cooking. I looked away.

Five years, and he still didn't know. Maybe that was my fault. Maybe I had never given him a reason to know. Or maybe I was simply too afraid to find out what would happen if I did.

The smell of food slowly filled the apartment. It was comforting. So comforting that I didn't realize when my eyes became heavy.

The last thing I remembered was hearing Sam move around the kitchen. When I opened my eyes again, I was still on the sofa.

Sam was standing over me. "You fell asleep."

I rubbed my eyes. "How long?"

"Not long." He smiled. "You should eat."

Before I could answer, the doorbell rang.

Sam frowned. "Were you expecting someone?"

"No."

He walked toward the door. I sat up. Then he opened it. Adrian stood outside. My stomach dropped.

"I was waiting for you to have dinner with me," Adrian said.

His eyes moved past Sam and into my apartment. "Your mother didn't mention you lived with someone else."

Sam immediately shook his head. "Oh, no. I don't live here."

He smiled politely. "I live at the Aerie. I'm just helping her with dinner."

Adrian studied him. "You are?"

"Samuel Hart." Sam extended his hand.

"I work with Caleste at Horizon Global."

Adrian didn't take it immediately. His eyes moved toward me. "Co-worker?"

The single word carried something I couldn't quite identify.

"Why are you here?" I asked Adrian coldly.

"It's natural that I know where my fiancée lives."

Silence. Sam's hand slowly dropped. His eyes moved from Adrian to me. "Fiancée?"

I couldn't answer. Adrian did."Yes."

He looked at Sam. "I'm Adrian Beaumont."

Then he looked at me. "We're engaged."

Sam stared at him. Then at me. His expression changed. There was no anger not jealousy. Just confusion. A terrible, innocent confusion.

"We're not officially engaged," I said quickly.

Adrian's expression remained calm. "We made it official today."

He paused. "The ceremony will take place later."

Sam looked at me again. For five years, I had imagined what it would be like if he ever found out how I felt about him.

I had imagined surprise. Shock. Maybe even jealousy. I had never imagined this.

Sam simply looked lost. "Oh."

He forced a small smile. "Well..."

He glanced between us. "I think I'm not supposed to be here."

My heart sank. "Sam-"

"Anyway." His smile widened, but something about it felt wrong.

"Congratulations, Caleste."

Then he turned around. And walked away.

I stood there watching him disappear down the hallway. I wanted to call him back. I wanted to tell him that this wasn't what it looked like. That I didn't want Adrian.

That the only person I had wanted to see today was him.But the words never came.

Because there was one question I was too afraid to ask. If Sam had cared about me the way I cared about him...

Would he have looked more hurt?

I stood at the door, staring at Adrian. "I think you should leave."

He didn't move. "Your mother asked me to make sure you got home safely."

"I don't need you to make sure I'm safe."

His expression remained calm. "Caleste."

"I'm serious."

He studied me for a moment.

Then he nodded. "All right."

He turned toward the hallway. I thought that was the end of it. Then he stopped. "Dinner tomorrow?"

I stared at him. "There's not going to be a dinner tomorrow."

"We'll see."

My jaw tightened. "There's nothing to see."

He looked at me for another second before finally walking away. I didn't wait until he reached the elevator. I slammed the door shut. The sound echoed through my apartment.

I leaned against it and closed my eyes. For a few seconds, I simply stood there. My grandfather was dead. My mother had decided who I was going to marry. And the man I'd secretly loved for five years had just congratulated me on it.

My phone rang. I looked at the screen. Mother.

I didn't answer. The call ended. A message appeared almost immediately.

Mother: Call me.

Mother: Why did you send Adrian away like that?

I stared at the screen. Another message arrived.

Mother: Don't make this difficult, Caleste. You and Adrian need to marry soon.

I laughed bitterly. Even now, she was more concerned about the engagement than the fact that I had just buried my grandfather. I called her anyway. She answered on the first ring.

"Finally."

"Grandfather has been dead for less than a day."

"I know."

"Then why are you already planning my wedding?"

"Because your grandfather left the company to you."

"He left me a company. Not a husband."

"Without the Beaumont family, you may not be able to keep it."

I closed my eyes. "Is that all you care about?"

"This isn't about feelings."

"Of course it isn't."

"Caleste-"

"I need time."

"You don't have time."

I opened my eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then I said quietly, "Goodnight, Mother."

"Caleste, wait-"

I ended the call. Then I turned off my phone. Silence finally returned to me. But instead of relief, all I could hear was Sam's voice. "Anyway, congratulations, Caleste."

And somehow, those two words hurt more than anything my mother had said.

I tried to sleep. I pulled the blanket over my head. Sam had never promised me anything. He had never told me he loved me. The problem wasn't Sam. The problem was me. I had spent five years building a love story inside my own head and somehow expected him to know the script.

By morning, my eyes were burning from exhaustion. I turned my phone back on. Thirty-seven messages. Most were from my mother. I deleted them without reading. Then I got dressed and went to work. Because apparently, inheriting a billion-dollar company didn't give me permission to fall apart.

Horizon Global was already busy when I arrived. People moved through the lobby with coffee cups and phones pressed against their ears. The screens displayed financial reports. Employees rushed toward elevators. Everything was normal.

I hated it. My grandfather had died yesterday. Yet the world kept moving. I walked toward the elevator. Then I stopped mid air.

Sam was there. He was leaning against the reception desk, talking to one of the junior analysts. He spotted me halfway through the conversation.

His face immediately brightened. "Morning."

I forced my feet to keep moving. "Morning."

His eyes swept over my face. Then his smile faded. "You didn't sleep."

I looked away. "Not much."

He reached behind him and picked up a coffee. "Here."

I stared at it. My usual.

"You got this for me?"

"You always get this when you have an early meeting."

I took the cup. "Thanks."

He studied me for another second.

"You should've stayed home."

"I have work."

"You also have a funeral hangover."

I gave him a tired look. "That isn't a thing."

"It is now." A small smile tugged at his mouth.

I almost smiled back. Almost.

He picked up a folder from the desk. "Vance wants the Harrington figures checked before the afternoon meeting. I already went through the first draft. There's one number I'm not convinced about."

He handed it to me.

I looked down at the folder. "You checked it?"

"Last night."

"You went through it after driving for four hours?"

He shrugged. "You were supposed to review it with me yesterday."

I looked at him. He remembered. Five years ago, Vance had assigned Sam to mentor me when my grandfather placed me at Horizon.

At first, I had hated having someone constantly looking over my shoulder. Sam had never treated me like an inexperienced heiress. He taught me. Argued with me. Corrected me when I was wrong. And, eventually, became the person I trusted most in the building.

Now he was standing in front of me with the same patient expression he'd had on my first day.

"There's also a meeting with Vance at eleven," he continued. "I'll sit in with you."

"I can handle it."

"I know." He smiled. "I'm sitting in anyway."

I raised an eyebrow. "Still trying to mentor me?"

"Five years and you still need supervision."

I almost laughed. "There it is."

"What?"

"That annoying confidence."

"You're welcome."

He started walking toward the office. I followed him. Halfway there, he glanced back.

"And eat something."

"I will."

"So I've been told." He smiled and disappeared into the office.

I stood outside for a moment. That was Sam. He didn't know he was breaking my heart. He was simply being Sam. And somehow, that made it worse.

By ten, I had already lost my patience.