Masuk“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
HannahThe prison van was already waiting outside by the time Marcus realized that he had been wholly, truly, trapped.“Did you really think that no one here would record your evil villain speech, Dad?” Noah said, clapping his hand on his father’s shoulder. “I thought you were smarter than that.”Ma
HannahI cursed under my breath as I read Noah’s text again, wishing that it wasn’t real.His father was coming for dinner. This weekend. The words felt like stones sinking in my stomach.Marcus.It had been years since I had seen the man, and every memory of him was colored in black and white. He w
Noah shook his head in disbelief. “But you arranged a marriage between me and Hannah,” he said. “You and Hannah’s father agreed—”“I am nothing if not a man of opportunity,” Marcus hissed. “When Hannah’s father presented a business deal of a lifetime, a sizable share in Silvermoon’s mines, well… I f
Hannah“Hannah… Hannah, wake up…”As if trudging my entire body through a layer of mud, I slowly returned to consciousness. And the first thing I became aware of as I returned to that consciousness was the overwhelming urge to vomit, quickly followed by the sensation of a headache that was pounding







