adorned with delicate lace and shimmering pearls, she appeared every bit the radiant bride. Yet, behind the facade of bridal elegance, a tempest of resentment

aught with tension, served as a constant reminder of the gulf that separated them-a divide forged by secrets and resentments that festered beneath the surface. As she stood alone in the opulent bridal suite, Olivia couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal-betrayal at the hands of those who claimed to love her, yet sacrificed her happiness on the altar of their own ambitions. Her mother's insistence, her father's acquiescence-their voices echoed in the recesses of her mind, a chorus of expectations that suffocated her spirit and dimmed the flicker of hope that still burned within. In the midst of her turmoil, Olivia's thoughts turned to the one who had been her steadfast companion through it all-Lucas, her childhood friend and confidant. With his warm smile and unwavering support, he had been her beacon of light in the darkness, a reminder of the life she had once dared to dream of-a life free from the shackles of duty and tradition, where love was not a transaction but a choice. But even as she longed for the solace

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turmoil that raged within her heart. As she crossed the threshold, Olivia's gaze fell upon the figure of Ethan, reclining languidly upon a chaise lounge, his features shrouded in shadow. In the dim light, his silhouette appea

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er to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. And so, as the echoes of wedding bells faded into the night, Olivia vowed to confront the demons of her past, to unravel the mysteries that bound her, and to reclai

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turned on her heel and fled the room, the echoes of their argument reverberating in her wake. Alone in the empty corridors, Olivia's breath came in ragged gasps, her heart a tumult of conflicting emotions. For in that moment, she realized that the journey of misery began, she can't share a room with Ethan, she ha