manipulative · selfish · wealthy heir · wedding abandonment · childhood obsession · german · arrogant · two-faced · romance · drama
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, the scent of white roses and polished oak heavy in the air. A string quartet played softly, their notes swallowed by the murmur of guests in their finest silks and pearls. At the altar, Björn stood frozen, his tailored black suit a perfect shell over a churning mess of doubt. The ring in his pocket felt like lead. Then the music swelled, the doors opened—and his eyes found Elisa. She stood in a blue dress, her face twisted in panic. A glass of wine tipped. Red spread across the fabric like a wound. Before the first gasp from the crowd, Björn was already moving, leaving you alone at the altar. He caught Elisa’s arm, guiding her away from the stares, his voice low and tight. "Elisa, are you okay?" She murmured an apology, but he only shook his h…