My husband is a stranger. Everyone says I was madly in love with him, that I couldn’t wait to marry him. But when I look into his eyes, all I see is darkness. Cold. And Bottomless. This can’t be love. Not the kind you choose twice. I don’t remember him. Not the wedding, not the vows, not the man I supposedly gave my heart to. But what I do see… makes me question why I ever said yes in the first place. Then the memories come crashing back, a painful memory I wish stayed burried hits me and I understand. I understand why he looks at me with hatred. Why our love was doomed from the start. Why I had to leave. He wouldn’t let me go, so I forced his hand and disappeared. Five years later, fate brings us face to face again. "I can’t live without you, Dear stranger, marry me again." he says. And just like before… My heart remembers what my mind forgot. That a love so deep cuts just as deep. ............. His love will heal her, his rage will burn anyone who tries to hurt her. Ian Quinn Wasn't just passionate, he was explosivey intense. He loved like a storm and hated like a war. He lost her once, this time he will tear the world apart, if it means making her his again.
View MoreSLOANE
Every girl dreams of this day.
Her own fairytale.
A prince charming waiting at the end of the aisle. A beautiful gown, soft music, happy tears. And I’m no different.
I can’t stop smiling as I stare at my reflection. The gown hugs my body like it was made for me, elegant, timeless, and perfect.
I'm marrying the love of my life. That is something I can’t stop talking about.
I hold back from smiling ear to ear as the double doors open, and a warm golden light spills in, flooding the aisle like a dream.
Dad offers me his arm, and I take it, steadying myself even though I feel like floating.
The guests rise, gasps echo quietly, and somewhere to my left, I hear someone whisper,
“She’s stunning.”
“Are you ready, princess?” He asks, and I nod.
He leads me forward, and my heart beats faster with each step we take.
I don’t hear the music anymore. All I hear is the blood rushing to my ears and the nerves wrecking my body as the violin plays.
My eyes look up, and my breath is caught in my throat.
I'm finally going to be his wife.
My supposed soulmate. The man I fell head over heels for, the man who made me believe in love, even when I was too broken to want it. He made me love myself again. I hated being touched because of my past, and he healed me.
Every broken version of me, he mended.
Ian is standing at the altar, looking tall, composed, and handsome as ever. He's everything I’ve ever wanted, wrapped in a tailored black suit that makes him look like a hot prince with his glasses adding to the look.
His sharp cheekbones, perfectly styled black hair, and asian features make him even more surreal as he pushes his glasses back.
Dad releases me as Ian walks forward and takes me from him, and then we proceed to the front together.
His eyes are brown and usually soft, glowing like honey under the sun.
But somehow, today, they look darker. Almost black and bottomless.
With each step we take, my smile falters just a little. My heart clenches in a way that has nothing to do with nerves.
Because Ian isn’t smiling.
Not even a little.
Which is shocking because when he’s happy, even slightly happy, his eyes shut from the force of it. His grin is contagious, too.
That’s who he is. That’s the man I know.
But this Ian?
His jaw is locked.
His posture is tense.
And his expression…
Is unreadable.
We take another step.
Then another.
I glance up at him, hoping to meet the warmth I’ve come to know so well the softness that always melts me in seconds. The way his eyes used to twinkle like I was his entire universe.
But there’s nothing.
It's just a cold, endless void.
And the closer we get to the altar, the tighter my chest feels. I can feel that strange shift, like the floor is moving an inch under my feet, just enough to remind me I’m not as steady as I thought.
I reach for his hand.
He gives it to me, but there's a second of hesitation. His fingers are warm but not wrapped around mine like they usually are.
These are just there.
Present.
The officiant begins to speak, but the words sound far away, like they’re floating underwater. I smile again for the guests, tilting my head to look up at him, trying to find any trace of the man I love.
I still find nothing.
“Congratulations, you two!”
“Such a beautiful ceremony.”
“You’re glowing, Sloane. Absolutely glowing.”
I smile as I mumble a “thank you” over and over again like it’s the only word I know.
The guests swarm us, champagne glasses clinking and laughter echoing through the beautifully decorated space as camera flashes go off like fireworks.
I should be happy.
I should be soaking it all in. But every smile feels stiff. Every voice sounds too loud or too far. And every time I look at Ian, I get nothing in return.
It's been hours since we said our vows and swore to be together till death do us part, and yet, he feels miles away.
His arm is around my waist, but it’s more of a formality than affection. There’s no squeeze. No gentle rub of his thumb against my side like he usually does when he’s trying to calm me down or remind me he’s there.
I wait until there’s a break between guests before I push him to a nearby secluded corner.
“Are you okay?”
He doesn’t look at me, he just raises his glass and sips, then asks quietly,
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
His tone isn’t warm. It’s clipped and cold.
I blink. “I just… You haven’t smiled once today.”
That’s when he finally looks at me, but there’s no softness in his gaze. Only a quiet irritation.
“Stop making a scene. Isn't a wedding what you wanted? Am I your clown to control however you like?”
I feel like I've just been slapped.
“A wedding I wanted? I didn’t marry you for a perfect day, Ian,” I say, my voice a hushed whisper. “I married you because I love you.” I rub my sweaty palms against a tissue.
“Do you even love me anymore? Something has surely changed in how you're behaving.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” He asks.
“Would you rather be elsewhere?”
He sweeps his cold gaze over me, “Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.”
My breath catches. Surely I can't recognize the man before me. It feels like I just married a stranger.
I take a step back,
“Wow,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “So that’s where we are now?”
Ian exhales, like he’s tired of even standing here with me. Like I’m a burden and not his bride.
“I’m just trying to understand,” I try again. “You’ve been cold since the ceremony. You won’t even look at me properly. If something is wrong-”
His jaw clenches as he taps his forefinger on the wine glass with one hand in his pocket, which I'm pretty sure is being balled into a fist as we speak.
“God, Sloane. Do you ever stop?”
My chest tightens. “What?”
“You always do this,” he mutters, glancing away as though he’s embarrassed to be near me. “Whining. Overthinking. Complaining over every little thing.”
“I’m not complaining-”
“Yes, you are.” He turns back to me, his eyes hard. “It’s exhausting. You can’t let anything go. Not even on your goddamn wedding night.”
The sharpness of his tone knocks the breath from my lungs.
“I just wanted to know if you’re okay,”
“I’m fine. Maybe I’d actually enjoy the night if you didn’t keep trying to dig something out of nothing.”
“There’s nothing?” I blink at him, stunned. “You mean to tell me this-” I gesture between us, “This sudden change, it’s all in my head?”
“You’re impossible,” he snaps. “We just got married, and you’re already picking fights.”
“I’m trying to talk to my husband.”
“No, you’re trying to drag me into some emotional meltdown so you can play the victim,” he spits. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment like everyone else instead of always needing to be reassured?”
SLOANE“Are you nervous?” I ask Nate as he picks his arrows.“Why would I be?” He asks.“Because you haven't competed with anyone other than Uncle Tyson.” I respond even though mentioning that name feels like tasting glass. “Nope. Daddy trained me every day. I'll win!”I smile at his certainty, smoothing a hand over his dark hair. His eyes, which are so much like Ian’s, shine with focus. He carries himself as if the bow in his hand is an extension of who he is.Beside me, Kate and Alina clap their little hands, bouncing in excitement. “Nate is going to beat everyone!” she declares loudly. Rayen just folds his arms like a miniature grown-up, though his grin betrays his excitement. “Don’t mess up in front of the whole crowd, Nate.”Asher, who is slouched in his seat, groans dramatically. “Why am I even here? I’d rather be anywhere else. Watching arrows fly is boring.”I give him a pointed look. “You’re here because your cousin needs your support. And family shows up.”“Yes, Aunty Slo
IANTwo months later…“It's good to have you back, Dr. Quinn.” Athena says, and I hold a smile,“Oh please. Save me the formalities!”Isabelle joins me, “I was also starting to wonder what this formal address was about.” “Are you changing sides the moment Ian returns?” Athena asks in disbelief.“I can't help it. There is something about his eyes.” She teases, and I shake my head.I haven't done this in six years. But after a month of my wife trying to convince me to get my life back, I decided to give it a try. “I must say it was so romantic of Sloane to do that for you.” Isabelle says, and I pause, pushing my reading glasses back.“What are you talking about?”“You don't know?” She asks, her eyes shining with amusement. Isabelle loves gossip, that's for sure. “Did we miss something?” Athena asks, looking as confused as I am.Isabelle rolls her eyes, “Do you two live under a damn rock? Sloane started to donate blood last month. I heard Ian over there, being the love sick bastard he
IANI crash my lips against hers again, the heat between us igniting faster than I thought possible. Her hands move over me, tugging at my shirt while my chest rises beneath her touch. I groan as I press my body harder into hers, feeling her shiver against me.“Damn, you’re driving me insane,” I growl, my voice rough as I tilt her chin up with one hand. Her lips part in a gasp, and I can see the fire in her eyes, that mix of want and surrender that always makes my blood roar.Six fucking years without being inside her makes my head spin. I never touched any woman after her, not even after I thought she was dead. I was going to join the monks at one point but I guess that won't be happening now that she's in my arms once again.She pulls at my shirt again, and I finally give in, letting it go.“When did you get this?” she touches my tattoo of her name, her eyes widening as she looks at it.“The day after your fake burial.” I respond and she nods, not saying another word as her lips
IAN “What's on your mind?” Sloane asks as we step into my penthouse. “Just how amazing you are.” I respond without looking at her.She walked in while Lian was crying in my arms. I held her because I caused her that pain. I did that to her, and I'm to blame for how she turned out. My father saw how obsessed she was and corrupted her feelings, turning her into a monster. But instead of seeing that, I let my anger blind me and only see the effects, making me feel ashamed of myself. “This is when you're just realizing it?” She teases, and I laugh.I walk towards her, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her closer, “But seriously, I mean it. You're amazing. Thank you for helping me see beyond my anger. I'm glad Lian will get the help she needs. I guess she was just one of my father's victims. Unlike Anorld, she looks like she still has a chance to be redeemed.” “Well, it took a lot of strength,” Sloane admits softly, her eyes glinting up at me, “because I wanted to tear her apar
LIAN“My life has had one purpose for as long as I could remember. That purpose was you. It didn't matter where I was or what you did. You're all I thought about.” I begin. My heart shredding to tiny pieces as I speak out my thoughts for the first time. “I wanted to be your wife. I was going to, until Sloane took you from me. I guess I never stood a chance. Sometimes, I wondered if I changed my face to hers, would you love me then?” Tears roll down my face. “Lian.”But I shake my head, refusing to let him speak, “I had to watch you stay by her side and forget I ever existed. You forgot about me. You loved another and replaced me, but I forgave you and gave you many more chances only for you to shatter my heart over and over again. So please, cut me some slack if I had to compromise my method!” I scream, holding back the sobs as my sliced wrists hurt like a bitch. “All I wanted was for you to see me, Ian. Just once. To see me the way you look at her. I prayed for it. I begged for it
IAN“You must be very angry with me.” Alex says, and I flex my jaw, barely holding back my anger. “You hid the fact that you saved my wife and kept the truth about my kids away from me for six fucking years. I'm not upset, Alex. I want to fucking kill you!” I growl. “You had hurt her! I wanted to punish you.” He hisses in my face and my hands itch from wanting to slap his fucking face.“You hurt Athena. In ways much worse, but I still helped you uncover the truth about your child when it was time. You didn't want to punish me, you just wanted to be in control of her life and trust me, I'll never forgive you for it.” My chest rises and falls from how angry I am. “But for the sake of our kids who love each other, I won't fight you every time I see you. But I'll strongly advise you not to act like we are friends. Because the most we will be, is civilized.” I brush past him and storm off to my car so I can figure out what the hell I'm going to do with Lian. I slam the car door shut, my
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