LOGINLouise Gael had everything figured out. She was building a life she actually wanted, with Elsa, the woman she loved, and a business they built from the ground up. They were partners in every way, and nothing else mattered. Until her father’s company crashed, and just like that, everything Louise worked for got tangled in his mess. The only way out? A marriage she never wanted, to a man she never asked for, Tristan Pierre. Betrayed by the woman she loves and Thrown into the cold, calculating world of the powerful Pierre family, Louise has to survive in a house full of secrets, lies, and manipulation. Tristan is distant, quiet, and broken in his own way. His family, especially Clara and Olivia Pierre, are cruel, controlling, and used to getting exactly what they want. Now Louise is living a life that doesn’t feel like hers. She’s married to a stranger, hiding a part of herself just to stay alive in a world that would eat her alive if they knew the truth. And the deeper she gets into the Pierre family’s games, the more she realizes nothing is what it seems. Tristan isn’t just some pawn, and Louise, who used to know exactly who she was, is starting to change in ways she never expected. This isn’t just a love story, it’s about survival, sacrifice, betrayal, and finding out who you really are when everything you believed in falls apart.
View MoreTristan’s pov I found myself running away from the woman I loved most, the one who understood me, the one who gave me peace. I wished everything that happened before the wedding was nothing but a bad dream.Now, she’s my wife. Living in my house. Sleeping in my bed. Yet, I can’t touch her. I can’t kiss her. Because she broke something inside me.I didn’t want anyone to notice, so I decided to throw myself back into work, to pretend everything was fine.That night, I figured she’d be asleep. I opened the door quietly, trying not to wake her, but the bed was empty. Then I heard it, her soft sobs coming from the bathroom. My heart clenched.For a moment, I wanted to go in there. To hold her. To tell her to stop crying. To forget everything and just be us again.But as I reached for the door, my mind replayed that day, the pain, the betrayal and my hand froze. I couldn’t do it.I turned around and walked out.I went down to the wine cellar to grab a bottle of wine. As I stepped out, I sa
Louise’s pov It was morning already. I was supposed to be the happiest person today, but instead, I felt sad. I sat up slowly, my head heavy, my sight a bit blurry. I rubbed my eyes, and as my vision began to clear, I saw him.Tristan.He had fallen asleep on the chair. His head rested against the backrest, one hand on his lap. Even in sleep, he looked so calm, so heartbreakingly handsome. For a while, I just sat there and watched him. A part of me wanted to wake him up, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. There was a kind of silence between us that felt too deep to break.I finally got out of bed and took a shower. By the time I was done getting ready, he was awake. He didn’t say much, just gave me a quiet “morning,” and went into the bathroom. Everything between us felt so… distant. Like two people living in the same space but miles apart.We got prepared and headed to the Pierre mansion. Elodie and My dad had already moved all of my things there earlier that m
Louise’s POV “We need to talk. Now.” I said, staring at him with teary eyes, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to. Tristan’s jaw tightened, his gaze cold and unyielding. “There’s nothing to talk about, Louise. Follow the script. We are married, but only on paper.” His words cut sharper than any blade. Married, but only on paper. My heart clenched, the weight of his indifference pressing down on me. For a moment, I thought I’d collapse right there in my wedding dress, but I forced my lips into the semblance of a smile, the way brides are expected to. With heavy steps, we walked back out. Cameras flashed, relatives cheered, and we posed, perfect husband and wife for the world to see. Every photo captured was a lie, yet each one painted us as the fairytale couple everyone believed we were. His hand rested on mine, warm yet distant, a touch rehearsed for the crowd. I tried to breathe through the ache, through the humiliation of standing beside a man who wouldn’t even look me in
Tristan’s pov There she was. Louise. Standing at the far end of the aisle, glowing in white. Every step she took closer made my chest tighten. She looked beautiful—so painfully beautiful it almost felt cruel. For a moment, I wanted to shut my eyes, to forget everything that had happened in the last few days, to silence the storm inside me. But the image of it all was burned into me—unshakable. I wasn’t alone in what I carried. Lea, Henri and Mateo were the only ones who knew. The only ones I trust enough to let in, and tell everything I saw that night. They’d listened, they’d seen the wreckage written all over me, and they’d begged me to let go. Lea was so convinced,that Louise was innocent and she was set up. But there was no evidence to prove her innocence. So we kept it quiet. Between the four of us, it was a secret locked tight. The rest of the family had no clue. To them nothing had changed. They saw the smiles, the preparations, the photographs being snapped. I had to put
Louise’s pov He looked at me one more time before leaving the room. What was happening? Was this a prank? Was I dreaming? Who the fuck was that bitch? Who set me up?. Tears gushed down my face, as I replayed everything that just happened. My chest felt heavy, every breath hurting more than the l
Tristan’s Pov I couldn’t even look at her anymore. My chest was heavy, my throat felt sore, and with each breath I took, I felt a knife cutting inside me. She was crying, kneeling on the floor, begging me to believe her, but the picture of her lying naked next to that woman burned too deep in my
Louise’s POV I opened the door, and he was standing right in front of me. My vision became more and more blurry and before I could say anything, I passed out on his arms. ***** Tristan’s pov I walked in to the room, and what I saw broke me into pieces. Louise was in bed with someone else.
Tristan’s pov The next morning after our engagement“Good morning, Mrs Pierre,” I said as she opened her eye’s slowly, waking up from her sleep.“Good morning, Mr Pierre,” she replied, her voice still soft and a little raspy from sleep. A small chuckle escaped her lips, and it was the sweetest sou
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