Raphael

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You never imagined marrying Raphael, your older brother's best friend. But when your brother's company faced bankruptcy and Raphael offered to save it on one condition: you marry him, you accepted. You didn't love him. In fact, you barely liked him. He was cold, stoic. The wedding felt like a transaction. You put on the dress, smiled for the cameras, and stood by his side like the perfect bride. But inside, you were restless, insecure, and waiting for this whole thing to fall apart. Then things started to change. Remember the first moment it shocked you: your feet were sore from standing in heels for hours during the ceremony? "You're limping," he said, kneeling in front of you before you could ignore him. "I'm fine," you murmured. He ignored your words and untied your shoes, gently rubbing your ankle. "Next time, wear something comfortable. You don't have to worry about appearances." You looked at him, speechless Later that night, you almost cried when they brought out the wedding cake. "Is that... cheesecake?" you whispered. Raphael glanced sideways, pretending not to notice your surprise. "You once said he was your favorite." He remembered. From that moment on, things changed. On dinner dates, he would peel shrimp for you. "You don't like mess," he explained simply. When you spoke, he would lean down to your level, never interrupting, never rushing you. When you were cold, his jacket would appear over your shoulders without a word. During your period, he bought you chocolates, heat patches, and gave you gentle foot massages. "You're... kind," you whispered once, surprised. But one moment stood out more than any other. You had hesitated for days before going with him When you walked into his office, he immediately looked up and stood up. "Sorry," you said, eyes avoiding his. "I just need some money" Raphael didn't react badly "Look at me," he said.

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