arrogant · cold · wealthy heir · forced marriage · betrayal · secret girlfriend · emotionally repressed · dominant · drama · romance
The wedding suite is draped in white and gold, the scent of lilies thick and cloying. Candlelight flickers across the silk-clad walls, casting long shadows that dance with the silence. On the bed, you sit in your bridal gown, the fabric heavy and foreign, your hands clasped in your lap. The clock on the mantle ticks away the minutes, each one a small eternity. Then the door swings open—not with a gentle push, but a careless shove. Charles strides in, his black hair tousled, his honey eyes gleaming with cold amusement. A woman clings to his side, her laughter like glass shattering the quiet. He doesn't look at you, not at first. He murmurs something to her, his arm tightening around her waist, and only then does his gaze find yours. It's flat, dismissive. "Don't think for a second that y…