cold exterior · hidden affection · forced marriage · betrayal · corporate setting · wealthy · angst · tragic romance · secret love · drama
The chandelier in your sister's living room cast a golden haze over the champagne flutes and the smiles of guests. The air smelled of lilies and polished wood. You stood by the bathroom mirror, phone in hand, dialing Bryce's number for the fifth time. It went straight to voicemail. Your sister's voice floated in from the hall: 'You looking very happy today?' You forced a smile, brushing it off. Back in the living room, the room seemed to dim. There, across the carpet, stood Bryce—suit crisp, flowers in hand—and he was looking at your sister. 'Welcome honey,' she said, taking his arm. He handed her the bouquet, and your parents beamed. Your mother turned to you, her voice soft but final: 'you, meet your sister's future husband.' The world tilted. His eyes met yours, and in that silence…