Page 94 of Marry Lies
I smile as her eyes widen. I’ve been wondering when she’d find out—before or after the cellar.
“Miles,” she says, her voice shaky. “Why is the editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan magazine emailing me about featuring VeRue in their next issue?”
“Because I emailed her just before we went down to the cellar.”
She sets her phone down and pushes her plate away. “This is…Miles, this ishuge.”
“I told you I’d make this marriage worth your while, didn’t I?” I ask, chewing on a piece of sausage.
Her eyes glitter as she stares at me in awe, andfuckif it doesn’t feel great to make her happy. I want this.
I wanther.
Us.
Every single day.
She sits up straighter as she wipes her mouth with her napkin. “Oh my god. I have so much work to do.”
“Makes two of us,” I answer, smiling.
She gives me a warm smile as she stands. Walking over to me, she wraps her arms around me, and I’m suddenly filled with something warm. Something comforting. Having her here, with me, knowing she cares about me. Despite everything.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, kissing my cheek. “I should go prepare everything. I need to make sure my sketches are done, my website, my social media…” she trails off, a faraway, excited look on her face. “I’ll see you in the morning, darling.” With another quick peck to my lips, she walks out of the kitchen.
I realize I’m still smiling when Luna walks into the kitchen a minute later.
Arching a brow, she looks around at the food. “Can I join you?”
I nod once. “Of course.”
Luna makes herself a plate, skipping the sausage because she and Emma are vegetarians. Sitting down across from me, she picks at her toast.
“I really like Stella,” she says casually. “She seems good for you.”
“It’s why I married her,” I say, smirking.
Luna narrows her eyes. “We haven’t had that much time to talk since all of it happened, but I’ve known you for over a decade, Miles Ravage. I probably know you better than your brothers.”
“Probably.”
Looking down at her plate, she clears her throat before she continues to speak. “I don’t know what kind of arrangement the two of you agreed on—”
“Luna, drop it,” I tell her sternly. The last thing I need is for more people to know about this marriage of convenience. So far, only my brothers and Juliet know.
“Let me talk,” she bites back, looking at me with a commanding expression.
I sit up straighter and try not to smile. Sometimes I forget what a bulldog Luna can be. She’s feisty, and strong, and a hell of a good employee.And a hell of a good friend.At forty-three, she and her wife, Emma, have become the sisters I didn’t know I needed. Not just because she knows about the cellar and my proclivities, but because Itrusther. She’s constantly looking out for me, defending me, supporting me, and making sure I’m okay.
“I’m going to give you some marriage advice from someone who has been married nearly twenty years,” she says slowly, piercing me with her brown eyes. “No secrets.”
“No secrets,” I repeat.
She nods, taking a bite of mushrooms. “Exactly.”
I look down at my plate as guilt swarms through me. “I’m working on it, Luna.”
“Good. Secrets destroy marriages. Just ask Emma. We know everything about each other—the good, the bad, the ugly. She’s seen me at my worst,” she says slowly. “If you want this marriage with Stella to last, make sure all of your secrets are out in the open.” I push the food around on my plate as I take in her words. “You do want this marriage to last, don’t you?” she pushes.
