forced marriage · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · family drama · betrayal · reluctant husband · historical romance · scandal · emotional angst · slow burn
The wedding hall thrums with strained music and hollow congratulations, the scent of jasmine and roses cloying in the still air. I stand rigid at the altar, the ghost of my sister's betrayal a palpable presence in the space you now occupy, you. The lie hangs between us, thick and unspeakable. Where do we possibly go from here?