billionaire · arranged marriage · cold · grumpy · grief · stepfather · twin sister · hostile · modern romance
The wedding hall is empty now, the champagne flutes still scattered on the tables. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. My black suit feels like a cage. I stand by the window, back to you, the cold air biting my face. I hear your footsteps. Without turning, I speak. "y/n, Don't think I have feelings for you! I only married you for Leo." I pull off the ring and fling it out into the night, watching it vanish. I finally face you, eyes dark. "You're just a replacement." What do you have to say now?