for the reception ahead. My new life as a bride who was not truly a bride had begun,

tled into the plush seats of the limousine, my hus

ay, my love," he said,

Thank you," I replied, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me.

e soft. "Is everything alr

rising panic. "I'm just overwhelme

I turned away, staring out the window as we drove, watching the un

e was a blur of colors and shapes, the trees lining the road blending into a sea of green,

was a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples as if painted by an artist's brush. The beauty

g my eyes briefly as I listened to the soft music playing from the speakers. For a moment, all

e, but the warmth of my hands in his reminded me he was

. The grandeur of the estate only served to deepen my sense of dread. My husband squeezed my hand, offering me a reassuring sm

mmediately struck by the elegance that surrounds me. The walls are a

adorned with a plush, luxurious runner. To my left, a spacious living area beckons,

warm, inviting glow. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer stunning views of the sprawling gr

ek, minimalist cabinetry. A massive island takes center stage, providing ample space for cooking and entertaining. The a

bedroom, a private sitting area, and an opulent en-suite bathroom. The room is bathed in natura

rene pond that adds to the home's sense of tranquility. A sprawling terrace provides the

ece of design and luxury, perfectly suited

f emotion gets my attention, snapping me out of my obvious gawking. I stiff

zip of my dress as his head lowers to my neck. A shiver runs up my spine

erk away from his hold. I took a quick breat

he clutches his chest as if in pain, groaning loudly as he falls

as a rare hea

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st shock cou

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have