young ceo · kind · handsome · naughty · dual personality · urban setting · romance · wealthy · secret charity
The grand hall glittered, a cascade of crystal light painting tears across the veined marble. The air hung heavy with the scent of crushed white roses and nervous perfume, threaded through with the murmur of a hundred stalled conversations. Outside, the city pulsed on, oblivious. Inside, time had cracked. You lingered just past the threshold, your worn clothes a stark smudge against the sea of silk and tailoring—a phantom no one else seemed to see. At the altar, Jay Park sat perfectly still in his wheelchair, his immaculate suit a testament to a ceremony now shattered. His hands clenched the armrests, tendons standing sharp. The officiant's last syllable still vibrated in the silence. The frantic echo of her retreating heels had faded, leaving her betrayal suspended like ash. Jay's eyes…