said « I do » and then spent 5 minutes in the car with before he left to th

ial of her dress over her knees, looking at me with that same look she always had

m. It can't be that bad. He's a nice man, rich, powerful, and not to mention goddamn go

about to sign my own death note by admitting just how out of touch with everything I'd become. If there was one thing I was sure

see why else a man like him, with so much to lose, would marry someone like me. It was the only

t just a promise I made; it was survival. But after these past months, if this was a preview of what was to come, I ho

movie premieres, but never any of the real things I loved. At one point, I'd gone to a carnival with friends, laughing until my side

ed how much the absence of happiness could change a person. It wasn't just that I was thinner or more tired - it was like

me other skinny, pretty model to hook up with. And then, when he came back, he would

derstand, and frankly, I didn't want to hear her soothi

n, » Rose said, standing up. Her words snapped me ou

like someone who had already given up on life. I wasn't even twenty-one yet, and I already felt like my youth had been stolen. Even m

, and no amount of designer dresses or expensive

heart thudding loudly in my chest, the sound almost deafening in my ears. The maid and butler stood at the entrance, waiti

d to greet my husband? The one who had been gone for six months, the one I only knew for

? I didn't

ike bricks, and the nerves in my chest were threatening to break free and take over everything. It was a

it brought me back to the moment. She squealed, her eyes wide as

was

ng. For a second, I was

all too much. He looked every bit the man from the papers Rose had been raving about - rich, powerful, and undeniably attractive. But it w

ward him, like there was something magnetic in the air between us. It was unsettling and

hispering under her breath, « Oh my g

er. I couldn't l

this stranger who had promised to be my husband - was here, a

I want