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I Married a Fake Boyfriend

Caitlin Farley
May 21, 2024
09:15 A.M.
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Rachel hires an escort to pretend to be her boyfriend when her overbearing mother comes to visit. But as Rachel struggles to maintain her facade, and keep her mom happy, she finds herself forming an unexpected connection with her charming fake boyfriend.

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Rachel swung open the door, her heart thumping with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Standing before her was a ruggedly handsome man, his figure outlined against the late afternoon light.

"Did you book a guy for a one-night stand?" he asked, his voice low and teasing as he smiled mischievously at Rachel.

The striking man on my doorstep instantly surpassed every expectation I hadn't even dared to entertain when I decided to hire an escort. As he leaned casually against the doorframe, his piercing blue eyes and disarming smile sent an unexpected thrill through me.

In that moment, I almost forgot the urgent need that had driven me to this point. I could certainly never have imagined the adventure that lay ahead.

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"Yes," Rachel replied, "and you're late!"

His eyes widened as Rachel hooked her hand through his arm and pulled him inside. She then shut the door, sealing off the external world and plunging them into the sanctuary—or chaos—of her personal space.

"Sorry," the man said. "You're obviously eager to get started. I'm Oliver, by the way—"

"I'm Rachel," she cut him off as she thrust a stack of men's clothing and other distinctly masculine items into his arms. "Start scattering these around—make it look lived in, like you've been here a while."

Oliver raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the items, then back at Rachel. "This turns you on? Okay," he said, a playful smirk crossing his face.

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Rachel rolled her eyes, frustration edging her voice as she snapped back, "There's no time for jokes. My parents are on their way! You're here so you can pretend to be my loving, successful boyfriend. They think we've been together for six months, so we need to make this place look like it's ours, not just mine."

Catching the urgency in her tone, Oliver nodded and moved into action. He began strategically placing a razor and shaving cream in the bathroom, some books and a watch on the bedside table, and a couple of shirts in the closet. The apartment slowly transformed, acquiring layers of a shared life that didn't exist. As Oliver spread out a sports magazine on the coffee table, Rachel hovered nearby, rearranging the cushions on the sofa to look casually disheveled.

"They expect to meet the perfect boyfriend, so congratulations on your promotion to a paragon of virtue overnight," she said. "And remember, we met at a work party, you're a successful lawyer from a well-off, respectable family, and... you're Jewish."

He stopped, a crease forming between his brows. "Rachel, I don't think I can convincingly pull that off. I'm not comfortable pretending to be something I'm not, especially not about something as personal as someone's faith."

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Rachel approached him, her expression earnest. "I know, and I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. But my mom is Jewish, and it would really score some points with her. It could make the evening go a lot smoother and it's just for one evening. They're booked at a hotel. You'll be gone before they check out in the morning, and I'll pay you in cash."

Oliver looked conflicted, but after a deep breath, he reluctantly nodded. "Alright, I'll do my best. For tonight, anyway."

A profound sense of relief surged through me as Oliver committed to the role, promising to weave the intricate tapestry of lies alongside me. The gravity of hiring someone to impersonate my boyfriend hadn't fully hit me until now. As he agreed to help me craft the illusion of a perfect relationship, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with dread.

Little did I know, this man, a complete stranger just hours ago, was about to turn my world upside down and make this one of the most unforgettable evenings of my life.

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As Rachel made a final sweep of the living room, making sure every detail was in place, the sound of the doorbell sliced through the nervous quiet of the apartment. She froze, her heart hammering in her chest.

Turning to Oliver with wide eyes, she hissed, "It's them! Smile, and be a good boy, okay?"

With a playful smirk, Oliver shot back in a husky voice, "Only if you promise to reward me later."

Rachel's cheeks flushed and she stared at him, uncertain how to respond as her imagination filled with ways to 'reward' him, the doorbell forgotten. Her heart beat like a drum as he slowly leaned closer.

"Too much, or was that just right, Rachel?" Oliver grinned at her.

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"Just right," Rachel breathed, "I mean, no, too much. We're convincing my parents so keep it respectful, okay?"

The doorbell rang again and Rachel rushed to answer it. She pulled the door open with a bright, practiced smile that quickly faltered. Standing in the threshold was her mother, impeccably dressed and smiling, but with a sharpness in her eyes that immediately set Rachel on edge.

"Rachel, darling," her mother began, stepping into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. "I was beginning to wonder if you were home. Is that what you're wearing? It's a bit... casual, don't you think? And have you done something different with your hair? It looks like it's nailed to your head."

Rachel's smile tightened, the familiar wave of criticism washing over her. "Hi, Mom. Yes, it's just something comfortable. And my hair, well, it's just been a busy day."

Before her mother could launch into another pointed observation, Rachel quickly gestured to Oliver, who had approached quietly from behind. "Mom, this is Oliver. Oliver, this is my mom."

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Oliver extended his hand, his charm radiating as he smiled warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Anderson. I can see where Rachel gets her beauty from."

Her mother's critical gaze softened into a smile as she took Oliver's hand and he placed a kiss on the back of it. "Rachel, you didn't tell me he was this charming."

"I, uh…" Rachel started, but Mom didn't let her finish.

"Aren't you going to invite us in, sweetheart?" She remarked, already pushing between Rachel and Oliver. "And after such a long flight, too. Stephen, put the bags near the door, and then come and sit. We need to catch up properly."

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Rachel's dad, a quiet man with a patient demeanor, nodded silently and complied, setting down the luggage with a soft thud before following her mother into the living room. Oliver and Rachel exchanged a glance, his eyebrows raised in an expression that conveyed both amusement and disbelief.

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"She's a tough customer, isn't she?" Oliver whispered to Rachel, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

Rachel let out a soft sigh, her nerves tingling with anxiety. "You have no idea. Just... keep doing what you're doing. It's working so far."

Encouraged by her response, Oliver slipped an arm around her shoulders, a gesture of solidarity and affection. He guided her forward, following her parents into the sitting room.

"Don't worry, Rachel. I've handled plenty of tough clients in my time. How different can this be?"

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The clink of cutlery on fine china filled Rachel's apartment as dinner progressed under the watchful eyes of her mother. The aroma of roasted chicken mingled with garlic and herbs, a testament to Rachel's efforts in the kitchen. Yet, despite the inviting spread, her mother's sharp gaze found faults.

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"The chicken is a bit dry, dear," her mother commented, dabbing her mouth with a napkin while maintaining a polite smile. "Watch the oven temperature next time. I'm sure Oliver doesn't enjoy eating dry chicken. How did you two meet again?"

Rachel glanced at Oliver, anxiety flickering in her eyes. "Oh, well, we met at a... work party," she stuttered slightly, her words trailing off as she tried to remember the details she'd fabricated earlier.

Oliver picked up the thread seamlessly. "Actually, it was more of a corporate function than a party. You know, one of those evening events the firm hosts for networking. Rachel was representing her company, and I was there with a few colleagues from the legal department."

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His smooth correction drew a puzzled look from Rachel's mother, her skepticism mounting. "A work party, a corporate function—sounds like you two can't decide on the story. Was there alcohol involved?"

"Mom!" Rachel gasped.

"I was certainly drunk on her beauty, but I'm not sure that's what you meant," Oliver added smoothly. "I asked her to join me for dinner afterward. Our first date was at this little Italian place downtown. Rachel had the carbonara, and I had the risotto. We've been to so many wonderful places since then."

Rachel nodded, quickly chiming in, "Yes, we've made so many great memories. We even have photos from all those dates. Right, Oliver?"

Her mother's interest peaked. "Photos? Go fetch them, Rachel. I'd love to see them over dessert."

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Oliver met Rachel's panicked glance with a calm one of his own. "Well, we decided to get them developed professionally. We're planning to frame them, make a little gallery of our time together. They'll be ready tomorrow, actually."

"Yes," Rachel added. "Just in time to celebrate our six months anniversary. We're having a special dinner, too."

Rachel's mother clasped her hands together, her eyes lighting up with the sort of enthusiasm that Rachel had learned to dread.

"Oh, that sounds delightful! What a milestone. I simply must be there for that. Stephen," she turned to her husband with a brisk nod, "cancel our hotel reservation. We'll be staying here tonight."

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"And make sure to get duplicates of those photos, Rachel," her mother continued, swirling the wine in her glass. "I want to show them to my hag of a neighbor. Her daughter is such a hopeless cat lady, it'll make her green with envy."

Rachel and Oliver exchanged a panicked look, their forced smiles faltering as they took large sips of their wine, the liquid doing little to calm their fraying nerves.

What a disaster! The evening had spiraled far beyond my control. Not only were my parents now planning to stay overnight, but I also faced the prospect of sharing my small space with Oliver, a man I barely knew.

As panic began to cloud my thoughts, Oliver's hand found mine under the table. His touch was reassuring, grounding. He gave me a subtle nod, a silent promise that I wasn't in this alone. Despite the chaos, his presence offered a sliver of comfort. The night was far from over, and having him by my side felt like the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

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In the cramped confines of the tiny spare bedroom, Rachel busied herself with fluffing pillows and smoothing out sheets, trying to make the small space as welcoming as possible. Her mother hovered in the doorway, her keen eyes missing nothing.

"Why don't you have a proper guest room, Rachel? This hardly seems appropriate," her mother commented, watching Rachel's every move.

"It's just a spare room, Mom. It works fine for me when I need it," Rachel replied, her voice tight with the effort of keeping it pleasant.

Her mother hummed noncommittally before shifting the topic to something more probing. "So, tell me more about Oliver. How serious are you two? It seems he spends a lot of time here."

Rachel placed the last pillow and turned to face her mother, her smile strained. "We're happy, Mom. It's going well."

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"But when will you get married?" her mother pressed, her tone implying it was a matter of when, not if. "You know, dear, it's fine to live together to a point, but there should be a purpose to it. Marriage, family..."

Rachel felt a surge of frustration. "Mom, can we not do this right now? I just want to enjoy our visit without turning it into an interrogation."

Her mother's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. "I'm only asking because I care, Rachel. I want to make sure you're making the right choices, with the right sort of man. And Oliver definitely seems like marriage material. You mustn't let him get away."

Rachel sighed, feeling the weight of her mother's expectations pressing down on her. Rachel was just tucking the final corner of the sheet under the mattress when a gentle knock sounded at the door. She straightened, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead, and saw Oliver peering in with a cautious smile.

"Hey, I think your parents might need their rest after that long flight," Oliver said, his voice low.

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Grateful for the interruption, Rachel exhaled a sigh of relief as her Mom praised Oliver for being so considerate. She followed him out of the tiny room, her shoulders finally relaxing as they moved away from her mother's critical presence. As they reached her bedroom, Oliver held the door open for her, and she passed through with a tired but genuine smile.

"Oliver, thank you for jumping in. I needed a rescue," Rachel murmured as they stepped into her room, which suddenly seemed far too small with the both of them in it.

Oliver chuckled, his gaze meeting hers. "I figured you might need an escape route when I overheard her mention marriage." He looked around the room, his eyes alighting on the neatly made bed and the single chair beside it. "Looks cozy."

Rachel laughed, the sound more nervous than she intended. "Yeah, cozy is one way to put it." She hesitated, standing awkwardly in the center of the room. "Um, you can take the bed. I can make do with the chair."

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Oliver raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his eyes. "I'm not sure I can let you sleep in a chair while I take the bed."

"It's fine, Oliver. I insist," Rachel insisted, though her cheeks warmed at the thought of sharing the small space in such an intimate setting.

"Or," Oliver began, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes, "we could share the bed? Strictly in the most honorable way, of course."

Rachel's heart fluttered unexpectedly at the suggestion, her eyes widening as she considered the implications. "I, uh, sure. That could work. As long as you stay on your side."

"Scout's honor," Oliver replied, holding up a hand as though taking an oath.

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As they prepared for bed, the reality of their bizarre arrangement wrapped around Rachel with a surreal haze. Here she was, about to share her bed with Oliver, a man she'd met just hours ago. Oliver went to the other side of the bed, fluffing an extra pillow Rachel had provided, his movements graceful and considerate.

"Comfortable enough?" he asked with a hint of amusement, noting her watchful eyes.

"Just making sure you know where the middle of the bed is," Rachel quipped, her tone playful yet tinged with nervous excitement.

The room was bathed in a soft glow as the lights dimmed, shadows dancing quietly across the walls. As we settled under the covers, a surprising warmth filled the space between us, electrifying the air with a subtle charge. Sharing my bed was supposed to be just for show, yet as I lay beside Oliver, I couldn't ignore the genuine pull I felt towards him.

I snuck a glance at him as he sighed softly. The sight of him resting peacefully against the pillow stirred a whirlwind of unexpected emotions and a physical attraction that took me by surprise. As I turned away to try to sleep, the reality of our proximity—and my feelings—made my heart race in a way I hadn't anticipated.

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The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the apartment as Rachel stirred from a surprisingly restful sleep. She stretched, her mind a whirl of the previous night's events, and then padded into the living room, still half in her pajamas.

The moment she entered, the scent of breakfast—a rich, tantalizing aroma of scrambled eggs and freshly brewed coffee—hit her. Her mother, already seated and looking impeccably put-together, looked up with a pointed glare.

"Rachel, it's almost nine. Sleeping the day away, are we?" her mother chided. She then gestured to Oliver, who was setting plates on the table. "This young man has been up since dawn preparing a wonderful breakfast. I must say, Oliver, I hope the dinner you're planning is just as delightful as this breakfast smells."

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Rachel, caught off guard, moved to the kitchen where Oliver was plating up what looked like an expertly cooked meal. "Oliver, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked, pulling him slightly aside.

"Sure, what's up?" Oliver replied, his tone casual.

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Rachel lowered her voice, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What are you doing cooking all this? Do you even know how to prepare kosher food?" she whispered urgently.

Oliver chuckled softly, not missing a beat. "Actually, I'm a chef. That's my real job. I saw your kitchen was well-equipped, and your utensils are clearly marked for kosher cooking, so it was no problem."

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Rachel blinked, taken aback by this revelation. "You're a chef?"

"Yeah," Oliver continued, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "And to be honest, this escort thing? It's my first gig. A friend suggested it as a quick way to make some extra cash."

Rachel stared at him, her initial shock giving way to a mix of amusement and relief. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

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Oliver was just about to respond to Rachel's unexpected proposition when her mother's commanding voice cut through the murmurs of their private conversation.

"Rachel, Oliver, stop that whispering and come join us for breakfast," she called out, her tone brooking no argument.

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Rachel exhaled a soft groan, her stress palpable. "I can't wait for this to be over," she muttered under her breath as she glanced back at Oliver. "Look, I'll pay you whatever it takes, but we need to take those photos today to keep up appearances. My mom's already suspicious."

Oliver frowned, a crease of concern etching his brow. "Rachel, I have another job today. I can't just cancel on such short notice," he replied, his voice low and apologetic.

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Rachel's eyes widened in desperation, her voice hushed yet urgent. "Please, Oliver. I need this. I'll pay you double what we agreed on. Just help me get through today."

Before Oliver could formulate a response, her mother's sharper tone sliced through the tension again. "Rachel! It's incredibly rude to ignore your guests. Come and sit down this instant," she commanded, her gaze sharp as she watched them from across the room.

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Caught between her mother's demands and the need to resolve her immediate problem, Rachel turned to Oliver with pleading eyes, silently begging him to reconsider. Oliver glanced towards the dining table where Rachel's parents were seated, then back at Rachel, and made a quick decision.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll cancel my other job," he whispered, giving her a reassuring nod. "We'll sort everything out after breakfast."

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Rachel and Oliver walked down a winding path in the lush city park, the morning light filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The serene setting contrasted sharply with Rachel's inner turmoil as she fretted over the details of their fabricated dates.

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"Oliver, how are we going to keep all these stories straight?" Rachel asked, her voice laced with worry. "What if my mom asks about something specific from one of our supposed dates?"

Oliver stopped and turned to her, a reassuring smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry, I've got it covered," he said confidently. "I remember everything we told your mom last night. Plus, I brought different outfits for us to change into for each set of photos, a few props, and we can grab some food from a fast food place to fake all those fancy dinners."

Rachel looked at him, her anxiety slowly easing. "You thought of everything, didn't you?"

"Pretty much," Oliver chuckled. "And if we need to, we can ask someone to take a photo of us. People are usually happy to help out a couple in love."

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As the day unfolded, what had begun as a nightmare morphed into an unexpectedly wonderful experience. Oliver proved to be a creative genius when it came to staging our faux romantic history. We found ourselves laughing over a shared meal of surprisingly tasty fast food, and each photo setup was more fun than the last.

It was effortless, the way we slipped into the roles of a couple genuinely enjoying each other's company. For the first time in a long while, I wasn't just putting on a show for someone else; I was actually having a great time. The connection between us felt real, turning a day of pretense into one of genuine joy and laughter.

The laughter and lightness between Rachel and Oliver had grown throughout the day as they moved from one picturesque location to the next, documenting their fake romance with an array of staged photos. By the time Oliver suggested visiting the beach for their final shoot, Rachel was genuinely enjoying herself, the earlier stress of their deception melting away under his easy company.

"Let's make the last set something special. How about the lighthouse?" Oliver proposed, pointing towards the towering structure set against the late afternoon sky.

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They walked up to the lighthouse, the sound of the surf crashing in the background providing a rhythmic soundtrack to their ascent up the narrow spiral staircase. At the top, they found themselves alone, with a panoramic view of the ocean stretching endlessly before them.

"This is incredible," Rachel breathed out, taking in the view.

"Wait till you see the photos," Oliver replied with a wink. He set up the camera on a nearby ledge, adjusting the settings before joining her at the railing of the balcony.

The timer on the camera counted down, and Oliver slipped his arms around Rachel, pulling her close. The warmth of his body pressed against hers sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. She looked at him, and an electric thrill passed through her as their gazes locked. She barely noticed as the camera clicked.

"You were supposed to be looking at the ocean, not at me," Oliver teased gently, his voice low.

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"I think this view is better," she replied, the breathlessness in her voice undermining her attempt to joke back at him.

"You make a good point," he replied, raising his hands to graze her jaw.

Slowly, they leaned closer, the moment feeling inevitable. Just as their lips were about to meet, a loud shout from below jolted them apart. Rachel blinked, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"We should probably get these photos developed," she stammered, eager to escape the intensity of the moment.

"Yeah," Oliver agreed, though his eyes lingered on hers for a beat longer. "Let's do that."

They gathered the camera and made their way down the lighthouse stairs, the unsaid words and unacted actions hanging between them, adding another layer to their already complicated day.

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Oliver and Rachel sat across from each other in a cozy corner of a bustling café, the hum of soft music and chatter surrounding them. They sipped their coffees, the warm mugs comforting in their hands, as they waited for the photos to be developed.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Oliver set down his cup, his gaze earnest. "Rachel, about today—I've decided not to charge you for the time we've spent together," he started, causing Rachel to look up in surprise. "I want it to continue to feel like a real date, even if it's just this once."

Rachel's eyes softened, a grateful smile curving her lips. "Oliver, that's incredibly sweet of you. I didn't expect today to turn out so well, especially given the bizarre circumstances we started with."

She paused, her expression turning thoughtful as she traced the rim of her coffee cup with her finger. "I just wish I didn't care so much about my mom's opinion. It's why I've been alone for so long. It's easier than having her critique every choice I make, every person I date."

Oliver reached across the table, covering her hand with his. "If it means anything, I'd go out with you, Rachel. Under normal circumstances, I mean."

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The words hung between them, a tender offer laid bare. Rachel's initial surprise melted into a warm, hopeful smile. "Really? You'd want to do that?"

"Yeah, I would," Oliver affirmed with a nod, his smile genuine. "You're amazing, Rachel. You deserve to be with someone who sees that."

A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me. I wanted nothing more than to ask Oliver out on a real date, right then and there. But the weight of reality pressed heavily on my mind. Despite her warmth towards him, I knew Mom wouldn't accept him as just a chef, tangled as we were in our web of pretenses.

That evening, my mother was visibly delighted by the dinner and the photos, praising Oliver's every move. I was thrilled, thinking we might just pull this off, but Mom just had to take things too far. Within minutes, all my and Oliver's clever plans crumbled down around us.

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As Rachel and Oliver cleared away the remnants of the dinner, Rachel's mother suddenly called out in a tone that brooked no dissent.

"Oliver!" Her voice sliced through the domestic soundscape, sharp and commanding.

Oliver turned, his expression one of polite attention, only to see Rachel's mother leaning over the sofa. She held up her hand, displaying a ring glinting in the light.

"Propose to my daughter while we're here," she declared, thrusting the ring towards him.

Both Oliver and Rachel stared in shock. Rachel's mouth fell open, her words catching in her throat.

"Mom, what are you doing?" she finally managed, her voice rising in disbelief.

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Her mother responded with an air of finality, "I'm arranging your marriage. It's about time."

"That's ridiculous. I'm not ready to get married," Rachel protested, feeling the room spin as the situation spiraled.

"It's not for you to decide," her mother retorted sternly, stepping forward to press the ring into Oliver's hesitant hand.

Rachel's patience snapped. "Stop it, Mom! I'm not going to marry Oliver," she exclaimed, intercepting the hand-off. "You can't just force us to get engaged because you think it's time."

Her mother's cheeks flushed with anger. "Don't raise your voice at me! Why praise this man, bring him into your home, if you have no intention of a future together?"

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The tension cracked, and Rachel's next words spilled out in a desperate rush. "Because he's not my boyfriend, Mom! He's an escort. I hired him to get you off my back, to stop your constant complaining!"

The room fell deathly silent. Oliver stood frozen, the ring still extended in his unsure grip, as Rachel's mother processed the revelation. Her face cycled through confusion, betrayal, and then outrage.

"You hired him? An escort?" her voice echoed with a mix of shock and indignation as she snatched the ring back from Oliver and tucked it into her pocket.

Rachel took a deep breath, gathering the strength to confront her mother's formidable presence. "Yes, Mom, I hired Oliver because I don't have a boyfriend. And honestly, even if I did, you wouldn't approve of him. You've never approved of anyone I've chosen."

Her mother's glare intensified, sweeping from Rachel to Oliver, who stood awkwardly to the side. "Pay him and send him on his way," she commanded sternly. "We need to talk, just the family."

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But Oliver stepped forward, his expression earnest. "Actually, I don't want the money," he interjected, his voice calm yet firm. He turned to face Rachel's mother directly, his gaze unwavering. "Mrs. Anderson, Rachel is an incredible woman. She's smart, kind, and has a good heart. Being around her, even under these circumstances, has been amazing."

Rachel's mother seemed to bristle at his words, but Oliver continued, his voice softening. "I know I'm just a chef at a small restaurant, and maybe that's not what you imagined for Rachel. But I care about her, and if given a chance, I would be honored to take care of her."

Rachel felt a swell of gratitude and affection for Oliver, moved by his courage and sincerity. She reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly, a silent thank you for standing by her in such a tumultuous moment.

"But," Oliver's voice grew stern, "Rachel is so terrified of disappointing you that she can't make her own choices or let anyone truly close to her. She needs your support, not your judgment."

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Rachel's mother bristled at the accusation, her face flushing with anger. "Get out," she snapped harshly, pointing towards the door. "You're nothing to us. I know how to read people, and you will never amount to anything worthwhile."

Rachel, unable to contain her shock and hurt at her mother's harsh words, raised her voice. "Mom, stop it! Don't talk to him like that. He's done nothing wrong!"

Oliver shook his head, a mixture of frustration and resignation crossing his features. "Mrs. Anderson, you're not as good at reading people as you think. If you were, you would've realized that Rachel and I were pretending this whole time."

At this, Rachel's mother's anger peaked. "Get out!" she shrieked, her voice trembling with fury. "You're just a worthless kitchen laborer, not fit to be with my daughter!"

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Oliver straightened, his expression calm yet sad. "I don't have to listen to this," he said quietly. "Your toxicity isn't worth enduring." He turned to Rachel, his eyes softening. "Rachel, I like you a lot, and I wish things could be different. But you need to stand up to her. It's the only way you'll ever be free to live your life."

With those final words, Oliver walked towards the door. Rachel hurried after him, her heart pounding. "Oliver, please don't go like this," she pleaded, her voice breaking.

He stopped at the door, turning to give her a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Rachel, but this is something you need to handle. You're stronger than you think. Remember that."

And with that, he left, the door closing softly behind him. Rachel stood frozen, watching the space where he had been, her mother's harsh breathing the only sound in the suddenly oppressive silence of the apartment. The realization that she needed to confront her deepest fears about her relationship with her mother dawned on her, heavy but clear.

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As Oliver walked away, my heart raced with a tumult of emotions. I didn't want him to leave, but I couldn't bear the thought of him staying and enduring further insults from Mom. He deserved so much more. His words echoed in my mind, his genuine desire to date me, to care for me—it was everything I wanted, too.

But for any chance at a future with Oliver, I knew I had to take his parting advice to heart. I had to stand up to my mother. It was the only way I could ever hope to truly take care of him and myself. This realization was daunting, yet it filled me with a resolve I hadn't known I possessed.

As the door clicked shut behind Oliver, Rachel turned to face her mother, who was already winding up for another tirade.

"How could you lie to us, hiring some... some man off the internet to pretend?" her mother began, her voice rising with every word.

"Enough, Mom!" Rachel cut her off, her voice firm and louder than she'd ever dared before. "All my life, I've tried to meet your standards, to do something—anything—that might finally make you proud. But I've realized it's never going to be enough. You're never going to approve of me, are you?"

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Her mother opened her mouth to retort, but Rachel pressed on, her newfound courage bolstering her words. "I'm done trying to win your approval. I'm tired of living my life for you. From now on, I'm living for me."

Her mother's face twisted with a mix of anger and disbelief, and she tried to speak, likely to twist the narrative as she always did. But this time, Rachel was resolute.

"No, Mom. It's time for you to leave. I need to start making my own choices, without your manipulation."

Stunned into silence, her mother seemed about to protest, but then Rachel's dad stood up. He moved to Rachel's side, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder.

"She's right," he said, his voice steady and calm, yet carrying an authority Rachel had rarely heard from him. "It's time we let her live her life. She's grown now, and she deserves to find her own happiness."

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Her mother looked between them, clearly shaken by their united front. "But I—" she started, but her dad shook his head.

"Let's go, dear. We've done enough here," he said gently but firmly, guiding her towards the door.

As they left, Rachel felt a weight lifting from her shoulders. Her dad paused at the door, turning back to her with a sad smile. "Go after him, Rachel. Don't let us hold you back anymore."

With a nod to her dad, Rachel grabbed her coat and keys, her heart pounding with the possibility of what might come. She ran out of the apartment, a clear image of Oliver in her mind, ready to bridge the distance between them, this time, on her own terms.

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The gentle sound of the ocean melded with the soft cheers of their closest family and friends as Rachel and Oliver stood hand in hand, the sun setting behind them casting a golden glow on their small beach wedding. They had just exchanged vows, and the tender kiss they shared was the seal on their new beginning. As they turned to face their guests, smiles wide and eyes sparkling with joy, the crowd erupted, showering them with rose petals.

They made their way down the aisle, basking in the happiness of the moment. At the end of the line of guests, Rachel spotted a figure that made her heart skip—her mother, standing slightly apart, her expression one of nervous anticipation.

"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked, her voice catching with a mix of surprise and old anxieties.

Her mother stepped forward, her eyes moist as she met Rachel's gaze. "I'm here to rectify a huge mistake," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

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"I've had a year to think about everything you said, about how I've acted," Rachel's mom continued. "I was wrong, Rachel. I'm sorry. I came here today hoping we could start to mend things."

Rachel felt a familiar shiver of fear, the old anxieties stirred by her mother's presence, but she instinctively moved closer to Oliver. His presence gave her the strength she had learned to nurture over the past year. Her mother noticed the movement, offered a sad smile, and extended her hand, holding a beautifully wrapped box.

"This is for you, a wedding gift. Something to perhaps start anew," her mother added, her voice hopeful yet respectful of the space Rachel needed.

Rachel exchanged a glance with Oliver, his nod reassuring her. She took the gift, the weight of it significant in her hands. Slowly, she unwrapped it to reveal an antique photo album, the cover elegantly embossed.

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The first page held a photo of Rachel as a child, her mother looking down at her with undeniable love. Each subsequent page was empty, ready to be filled with new memories, a symbolic gesture from her mother acknowledging past mistakes and offering space for new beginnings.

Rachel looked up, tears in her eyes, touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift. "Thank you, Mom. Let's start from here," she said, her voice steady, filled with a hopeful resolve as Oliver squeezed her hand, supporting her in this new chapter.

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