enemies to lovers · forced marriage · grumpy · ceo · abusive · new york · romance · hate relationship · arrogant
The church is bathed in cold November light, the air thick with the scent of lilies and stale perfume. Stained glass casts fractured colors over the marble floor as you stand at the altar, a stranger in white. Beside you, Dexter Hawksley—tall, sharp-jawed, grey eyes like winter steel—doesn't even glance your way. His jaw is tight, his fingers clenched. When the priest asks the question, his voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "I do." Then he turns to you, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Don't expect anything more."