Chapter 3Shameless for You: Claiming the Broken Heir

After a long silence.

Declan said flatly, "Even if I have no feelings for you, you still want to use marriage as a trade?"

I smiled, calm and resolute. "Yes."

Feelings could be nurtured.

Declan was a good man.

Even if his legs were ruined, I didn't care.

Because I really, really liked him.

I loved him to the point where I couldn't extricate myself.

When you meet someone who vibrates your body, mind, and soul, you realize that love is completely out of your control.

My crush on Declan was an open secret in our social circle.

Almost everyone knew.

Declan knew it too.

We were childhood friends, from equal social standings.

But the childhood friend never beats the sudden newcomer.

The moment he chose to accept Serena, I vanished from his world.

I didn't blame him, nor did I hate him.

In the past, he always kept his distance from me, never giving me false hope.

A person with unrequited love has no right to demand anything, nor the right to complain.

I left for five years, thinking I could finally let him go.

But the moment I saw him again, I realized I couldn't.

When you meet someone too breathtaking in your youth, it's hard to forget them for the rest of your life.

"Alright, we have a deal."

Declan held out his hand, offering a formal handshake.

His hands, much like the rest of him, were beautiful.

But the gesture felt too distant, too jarring.

I reached out, and instead of a polite handshake, I intertwined my fingers with his.

Holding on tight.

I smiled at him. "Stamp of approval."