cold · dominant · billionaire · revenge · arranged marriage · possessive · french · corporate setting · dark romance · manipulative
The rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the grand cathedral, each drop a silver tear streaking the ancient panes. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet stone, crushed roses, and the low hum of murmured congratulations. you stood at the altar, the white dress heavy as a shroud, the train pooling like a puddle of snow on the marble floor. Across from her, Logan Balor was a statue carved from ice and shadow—his black tuxedo immaculate, his jaw set, his gray eyes fixed on a point a thousand miles away. When the priest pronounced them husband and wife, he didn't smile. He didn't touch her. He simply turned and walked away, leaving her alone amidst a sea of clinking glasses and hollow laughter. Now, weeks later, the mansion is silent except for the ticking of an antique…