Arabella never thought she'd fall in love like this.
Not after the contract.
Not after the secrets.
Not after everything.
But here she was… wrapped in Cassian's arms, the scent of his skin on her like expensive cologne and wild promises.
The fire crackled beside their bed. Rain tapped the windows. His hands explored her like he was memorizing, not just touching.
"I thought I lost you," he murmured against her neck.
"You almost did," she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
And then he kissed her — not with restraint or coolness, but heat.
The kind of heat that unwrapped every defense they'd built.
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Clothes hit the floor. Her pink robe. His black shirt.
He laid her down gently, then paused.
"Are you sure?"
She pulled him closer, a smile on her lips. "Cassian… for once in your life, stop thinking."
And he did.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync — fast, slow, heated, soft. A mix of chaos and tenderness. Barbie and CEO. Wife and man. Lovers, finally.
They didn't speak. They didn't need to.
The only sound was their breathing and the wordless echo of a love finally unleashed.
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Weeks passed.
The trial against Celeste went public. Maya vanished — possibly out of shame, possibly something else. Arabella didn't care.
She had bigger news.
She stared at the two pink lines in her hand. A breath caught in her throat.
It was happening.
She was pregnant.
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She didn't tell him immediately. Instead, she waited for the perfect moment.
They stood on the new rooftop of their rebranded company — QuinnVale Studios, the merge of her glam world and his empire.
The city lights glittered around them.
Cassian kissed her forehead. "You've changed everything, you know."
"So have you," she said.
He glanced at her. "What now?"
She took his hand. "Now... you become more than a husband."
He raised a brow. "A what?"
"A father."
Silence.
Then his eyes went wide. "You're—?"
Arabella laughed, tears forming. "We're having a baby, Cass."
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He didn't speak.
He just dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his forehead to her belly.
The man who once hid behind ice had melted… for her.
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Final Scene
Arabella walked through the V-Tech event — now the Arabella Quinn Dream Fund — in white sneakers, bump barely visible beneath a custom pink blazer.
No longer the Barbie trapped in a dollhouse.
No longer the girl waiting for love.
She'd built her own castle — with pink heels, a black heart, and a man who finally understood both.
And as the cameras clicked, she whispered to herself:
"Let them watch. This is only the beginning."
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💋 Pink Heels, Black Heart💋
A girl in heels — and a heart built from fire.