His Contract Bride

Chapter 3 The Fitting

Amara had never stepped into a room that smelled so expensive. The boutique was nestled on the top floor of an elite fashion tower in the heart of the city. Crystal chandeliers glittered above, casting light over the polished marble floors and racks of silk, lace, and luxury.

A woman in a sharp pencil skirt and wireless earpiece greeted her at the entrance. "Miss Reyes? Right this way. Mr. Blake reserved the studio for you."

Amara followed silently, her worn flats echoing behind the woman's heels. The assistant pushed open double doors to reveal a private fitting suite—soft couches, a wall of mirrors, and rows of custom gowns.

A tailor immediately stepped forward. "You’re even more stunning than your file photo," he said with a practiced smile. "Now, let’s get started."

As she slipped behind the curtain, Amara felt a strange sense of detachment, like she was watching someone else’s life play out. The first dress was elegant—off-shoulder with lace sleeves and a flowing train. She stepped out, and the stylist clapped.

"It’s perfect. This is the one."

But Amara couldn’t stop staring at her reflection. She looked like a bride. A real bride. Except there was no love, no vows from the heart. Only ink on paper and a ticking clock.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open. Ethan walked in.

The room froze.

He said nothing at first, his gaze sweeping over her in the gown. His expression was unreadable.

Then, softly: "It’ll do."

Amara’s cheeks flushed. "You didn’t need to come."

“I needed to make sure you fit the part,” he replied. “Our wedding will be under scrutiny. The media, investors, board members—they’ll all be watching."

“So I’m your prop now?”

Ethan walked up to her slowly. “You’re my wife—for a year. If you play your role well, everything goes smoothly."

Amara turned to face him. "And if I don't?"

His eyes narrowed. "Don’t test me, Amara."

They stared at each other for a moment, neither backing down.

Then he looked away. "The ceremony is at the Blake estate. Be ready."

And with that, he walked out as quickly as he came.

The room exhaled. So did Amara.

She glanced at her reflection again, but this time... she didn’t just see a girl in a gown. She saw a woman about to walk into a world of power, secrets, and danger.

And somehow, she had to survive it.