A Bride's Shattered Illusion

egant box from a high-end photo studio, but instead of a

miling wide and genuine. A text from an unknown number confirmed my worst fear: "Miss Reed, Chloe wa

man I was supposed to marry tomorrow, waved a dismissive hand. "Don't make a scene over nothing. You know how important tomorrow is for the family's image." H

yes. Ten years ago, I was his protector at the orphanage; five years ago, I sacrificed my dreams for his

the illusion, revealing the cold, hard truth of my p

o intimidate me, reminding me, "The apartment, the car, the money-it' s all from me. You' ll be back on