ng silence. The grand ballroom echoed with the distant hum of chatter, champa
edd
wedd
not the dress, not the groom, and cer
t. He hadn't so much as glanced at her since they said "I do." His eyes were fixed
t thudded painfu
eight of realizing she might've just
been beautiful.
h tradition, wealth, and whispers of old deals. She had been raised
r for the cold tension radiating f
photographers snapped the perfect illusion o
gritted teeth. "You're my wife
urned, lifting the corners of her lips as or
he sound
uched her once s
'd been handed over... not to
bridal suite was
her jewelry, her veil abandoned on the floor like somethi
yd
ike a groom on h
man walking int
to face him. "Why did you agree to
was si
s that cracked the
den said, his voice low and mercil
a's brea
ounding, confusion
are you tal
not with affection, but
said. "And Blakes alw
urse. She stared at him, frozen in place, t
ean?" she managed, tho
st enough to peek out. The moonlight slashed across his
"You're here because your father ruined everything my family
ted, but noth
esentment. But not... this. Not an open
id, her voice gaining strength. "This marriag
ed, a dry, humorles
Darling, this marriage is the
lap. She stumbled a step back, her
erstand," sh
s what you need to know now-" He reached out, brushing her hair off her shoulder with a gentleness that didn't m
lammed agai
ove," she snapped,
s hand
going to learn what happens when a Blake ste
ed behind him
e silence, her skin p
osed to be a
was a slow
already dr