LOGINMia woke up the following morning to an unfamiliar silence. She lay still beneath the covers, staring at the ceiling as she tried to remember where she was. Then the events of the previous day came rushing back to her.Her wedding.She was now officially Mrs. Hult.Mia slowly sat up and looked around the room. Everything was exactly as she had left it the night before. The expensive furniture, the large windows, and the neatly arranged clothes reminded her that this was no longer simply a place where she was staying.It was her home now.She pulled the covers aside and got out of bed, walking toward the window. The morning sun had already risen, spreading light across the garden below. From where she stood, she could see a few gardeners working near the flower beds. She allowed herself to enjoy the peaceful view.Then she remembered why she was here.One year.She had one year to find the hidden document, receive the reward Max had promised her, settle her brother's debt, and finally le
The drive back to the estate was almost completely silent. Mia sat beside Max in the back seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap as she stared through the window. The city lights passed by in a blur. She should have been relieved, the wedding was over. She had survived the ceremony, the photographs, the endless congratulations, the introductions, and all the curious looks from Max's family. She was finally going back to the estate, somewhere familiar even though she had been there for a while. But instead of feeling relieved, Mia felt like she was slowly suffocating. Her thoughts had refused to settle since they left the venue. There was one thing she couldn't stop thinking about. The wedding night. Her stomach twisted. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and pressed her palms against her dress. Nothing in the contract had mentioned it. She didn't remember anything about intimacy. She had been too focused on the compensation clause. The reward Max had pr
The moment the ceremony ended, the quiet murmurs that had been carefully restrained during the vows began to spread through the venue. Guests rose from their seats, conversations resumed, and the atmosphere slowly shifted from formal ceremony to celebration. Mia tightened her grip on Max's arm. She could feel the attention, the curiosity and the disbelief. Every person in the room seemed to be staring at her or perhaps she was simply imagining it, she hoped she was. Unfortunately, when she glanced around, she realized she wasn't. People were definitely looking, trying to figure out who exactly she was and more importantly how she had managed to marry Max Hult. The thought alone made her stomach twist. She forced a smile onto her face as several guests approached. "Congratulations." "Beautiful ceremony." "You look stunning." The words came one after another. Mia thanked each person politely while silently praying for the interactions to end. Beside her, Max
The moment Mia stepped into the aisle, the entire room seemed to fall silent. The soft music faded into the background and the whispers disappeared. Every eye turned toward her and for a second, Mia forgot how to breathe. The white roses lining the aisle blurred at the edges of her vision as nervousness tightened around her chest. She could feel dozens of eyes watching her every movement, judging every step she took. She had imagined this moment countless times growing up, but never like this. Never with fear sitting inside her chest like a living thing. Never knowing that the marriage she was walking into was built on lies. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. she couldn’t trip or panic, she just had to keep walking, one step at a time. Her eyes lifted and found Max again. His gaze remained fixed on her. The nervousness she was trying so desperately to hide made her look painfully vulnerable. For a brief second he remembered his mother. Remembered the
The moment Mia stepped into the aisle, the entire room seemed to fall silent. The soft music faded into the background and the whispers disappeared. Every eye turned toward her and for a second, Mia forgot how to breathe. The white roses lining the aisle blurred at the edges of her vision as nervousness tightened around her chest. She could feel dozens of eyes watching her every movement, judging every step she took. She had imagined this moment countless times growing up, but never like this. Never with fear sitting inside her chest like a living thing. Never knowing that the marriage she was walking into was built on lies. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. she couldn’t trip or panic, she just had to keep walking, one step at a time. Her eyes lifted and found Max again. His gaze remained fixed on her. The nervousness she was trying so desperately to hide made her look painfully vulnerable. For a brief second he remembered his mother. Remembered the
Mia left the estate alone, that fact somehow made everything feel even more real. The moment she stepped outside the mansion, the cool morning air brushed against her skin and sent a shiver down her spine. The wedding dress felt heavier now than it had in front of the mirror. A luxury black car was already waiting. The driver standing beside it wasn't Gerald and Mia paused. The unfamiliar man immediately opened the rear door for her. "Good morning, Mrs... Miss Mia." The correction almost made her laugh. She nodded politely and slid into the car. The door closed behind her and just like that, she was on her way. On her way to get married. Mia stared out the window as the estate disappeared behind them. The drive felt strangely quiet, and the company she had was her thoughts and unfortunately, that was the worst company she could have right now. Her fingers twisted together in her lap. She wondered where Max was. Was he already at the venue? Was he nervo







