Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Meet Miranda The blood drained from my face, turning it paler than pale. Aren had a fiancée?! A real, uncontracted fiancée?! If Aren and Miranda had been engaged, then why did they break up?! I was confused. I didn’t even know how to behave in front of her right now... “Oh,” I voiced out, giving her a blank stare. She burst into laughter, slightly slapping my shoulder. “Hey! I didn’t mean to freak you out; I’m just teasing you!”

I guess Miranda found her own words amusing, but I still didn’t get the joke. “So… Were you, or weren’t you Aren’s fiancée?” I asked, both flustered and annoyed.

“I was… for about six hours… until we sobered up.” She chuckled before shooting me a beaming grin. “But you… you are in a real relationship with him. I must admit that it fascinates me.”

I felt even more baffled. “Wait… so what is YOUR relationship with Aren?”

“We’re friends… nothing more than friends,” she stated firmly.

“So what was it about that thing with Aren’s ear?” I frowned.

She smirked. “I’ll tell you what… Let’s get those tests done, and then we will meet for a coffee or a drink I will tell you everything you want to know and more.”

I sighed, pretending to be cool about it, even if I wasn’t. “All right. Let’s do like you said.” She smiled before putting on a doctor’s mask. I couldn’t help but admire that professional change. It was as if she had turned into a different person. She had done a basic checkup on me, and then she typed it all down on her computer form before collecting my blood for further testing.

“Now, you need to go upstairs for the ultrasound and MRI. After you’re done, we’ll meet for some coffee and chat,” she said, in between calling for a nurse to come and take me to the rest of my examinations.

I nodded yet was still uncertain whether Miranda was a friend or foe. As soon as I left her office, I texted Neil, asking him to tell me anything about my new doctor. He called me instead.

“Did Ms. Corbyn say anything inappropriate?” he asked as I answered, concern more than obvious in the tone of his voice.

guard and that’s why I asked…” I replied, lowering my voice as I followed the nurse to the examination room. Neil cleared his throat. “Well, she can be a little

“I suppose that is true. Ms. Corbyn and Mr. Lan have known

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see… Thank you, Neil,” I muttered before ending the

have known a lot about Aren. Aren trusted her… and that alone made me feel inferior. Then again, I couldn’t explain why I cared so much about being in his inner

on an empty stomach. My desires were simple: I needed food and rest in some quiet place, far away from the MRI’s

around my shoulder and directing me to the corridor on her left. “Starving,” I

looking for the motive she might have had to get close to me. Was she testing me? And if she truly was, was she doing it to satisfy

get to sit on one of those wooden chairs with linen covered cushions set by one of the many tables inside the room, but Miranda decided to take us to the small patio area, which appeared to be much more private. There was one

“I come here whenever I

that I liked her choice. A few minutes later, we were enjoying the birds’ singing while waiting for our order. She kept smiling as she stared at me, and it frustrated me that I couldn’t read through her joyful expression. “I’m glad, you know?” She chortled. “Aren deserved to

ago.”

in her voice.

and Aren known each other?” I made a desperate attempt

we were kids. My parents and I lived next to Winton’s mansion. I hated his stepmother, though, and his half-brother… He was the most hateful kid I’ve ever met. Could you believe that Aren was treated like the stepson in the family just because his mother, the real Mrs. Winton, died?!” I could feel her anger when she told me about Aren’s past, and I had to say that I instantly shared her anger. Aren must have suffered a lot when he was a child. As I saw the agitation in Miranda’s eyes, I learned that she certainly cared

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I decided to

smiled wryly, waited until the waitress put our salads and coffee on the table, and took a deep breath as she walked away. “It was at Harvard. Aren and I studied together. I was after a tough breakup… or more like I was dumped, and I made Aren drink with me to drown my sorrows. I was stupid, and I sort of used him as my remedy for a broken

fluttered listening to her story. Was Aren some kind of Prince Charming hiding behind that arrogant mask?! “I guess that he was guilty because in his mind I was supposed to be that one woman that he would never touch… He always acted like an absolute jerk. He’s never been in a relationship, and he’s never chased after a woman. He had many one-night-stands though. Women spread their