The word sounded like a sad joke.
The ink had barely dried before Andrew turned and walked away. “Get ready,” he said over his shoulder. “The wedding is in an hour.” Sarah's eyes widened but she didn’t answer. Her hands were still on the table, and frozen. The room was cold. Her chest felt tighter than before. She didn’t move until Richard returned, holding a white dress in a plastic bag. “It’s simple,” he said. “No time for anything fancy.” She stared at it. It looked more like a uniform than a wedding dress. No lace. No warmth. Just fabric and silence. She stood, and collected the dress, and walked into the bathroom. Her fingers were numb and wobbled as she unzipped it. She slipped it over her head. It fit too perfectly. Like it had been measured long before today. There was No makeup,No flowers and No music. The only sound that was heard was only the sound of a clock ticking. When she stepped out, Richard nodded. “You look fine.” That was all he said before leading her out. The courthouse was empty. The Cold marble floors. A bored clerk. Two witnesses she didn’t know. Andrew stood near the judge, dressed in a black suit. There was No smile and No glance. He just stood there like a controlled robot. Sarah walked toward him like she was walking into a cell. The ceremony was short. There was No vows made. It was Just names, documents, and signatures. “Do you take Andrew Luthor as your lawful husband?” She hesitated for half a second. Then nodded. “Yes.” Andrew didn’t even blink when it was his turn. “I do,” he said. The judge nodded. “You may now sign.” Sarah picked up the pen again. Her hand trembled. She signed her name. Andrew signed his. “It’s done,” the judge said. Sarah felt the air leave her lungs. She wasn’t Sarah Blake anymore. She was Mrs. Luthor. Andrew turned to her. His voice cut like glass. “Follow me.” They walked out together. There was No photos, there were no people to congratulate them and there was No kiss. It was Just perfect silence. A black car waited outside. The driver opened the door. Andrew stepped in and She followed. The door closed behind them. He didn’t look at her. “This marriage means nothing,” he said flatly. “Don’t confuse it for love.” Sarah stared ahead. “I never did.” “You’re here to serve a purpose. To fix what your father broke.” She turned to him, her voice low. “You think this is justice?” “I think it’s fair,” he said. “You wanted to save your family name. I wanted control. We both got what we wanted.” “No,” she whispered. “I wanted peace.” “You’ll find none here,” he said coldly. They didn’t speak again until the car stopped. The building was tall. It was All glass and steel. His penthouse was at the very top. The elevator ride was silent. When the doors opened, she stepped into a space that looked like it belonged in a magazine. TheBlack walls,Silver edges and Nothing soft. There was No warmth. “This is your new home,” he said. Sarah looked around. It felt more like a museum than a home. “You’ll stay in the guest room. Third door on the right.” She nodded. “Anything else?” He walked toward the bar. Poured himself a drink. “Yes. You follow my rules.” She turned to face him. “Which are?” “You don’t ask questions. You don’t go through my things. You don’t speak to the press. You appear beside me when I say. You smile when I tell you to.” “And if I don’t?” His eyes met hers. The gaze was Cold and Empty. “Then I’ll make sure your family loses more than just money.” Sarah swallowed hard. “Fine.” She turned and walked toward her room. It was big. Too big. A large bed. White sheets. A window with a city view. She dropped her small bag on the bed and Sat down. She didn’t cry. She wouldn’t give him that. Hours passed. She didn’t hear him. She Didn’t see him. By night, she finally stood and opened the door. The penthouse was silent. Too silent. She stepped into the hallway. She walked slowly, barefooted and careful. She reached the staircase. She heard Voices. She paused and Pressed her back to the wall and Listened. “… you brought her here?” a woman’s voice said. It was Sharp and Angry. “She’s my wife now,” Andrew replied. His voice Calm and Cold. Sarah held her breath. “You married her?” the woman said. “That girl? After everything?” “She serves her purpose,” Andrew said. “After what her family did to you?” There was A long pause. “They destroyed your deal. Your company. You lost everything.” “I know,” Andrew said. His voice was harder now. “You swore you’d never let them win,” the woman snapped. “I haven’t,” he said. Sarah leaned closer, her heart beating fast. “She’s nothing to me,” Andrew said. “Just a symbol. A pawn.” “And you think this fixes anything?” the woman asked. “No,” Andrew said. “But it’s a start.” The woman sighed. “You haven’t changed.” “I never said I would.” “You’re still angry.” There was Another long pause. Andrew’s voice dropped lower and Sharper. “Her family cost me more than just money... they destroyed everything I loved.” Sarah’s hand went to her mouth. Her body froze. She stayed hidden, the shadows swallowing her. She didn’t know what he meant. She didn’t know what her family had done. But now, she had to find out. And she had to survive long enough to do it.The restaurant was one of those cozy corner places with warm lighting and the kind of atmosphere that made you want to stay for hours. Sarah, Mia, and Carmelita had claimed a booth near the window, where they could watch the world go by while they tried to process everything that had just happened. The waitress had already brought their drinks – coffee for Carmelita, iced tea for Mia, and a nervous Sarah was nursing a glass of water with shaking hands.Carmelita leaned back in her seat, letting out a long breath that seemed to carry the weight of the entire afternoon. Her usually perfect composure had relaxed just a fraction, and for the first time since they'd left Lena's house, she allowed herself to look tired."Gosh, today was hectic," she said, running a manicured hand through her hair. The simple gesture made her seem more human somehow, less like the fierce warrior who had just demolished Lena's entire world and more like a mother who'd been throug
The front door clicked shut with a finality that seemed to echo through Lena's bones. She stood there for a moment, watching through the window as Carmelita's car pulled away, taking Sarah and Mia with her. The engine's hum faded into the distance, leaving behind an awful silence that pressed against her eardrums.Her legs gave out.Lena collapsed onto the couch, her whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. The cushions dipped under her weight, but she barely noticed. Her mind was spinning, racing through everything that had just happened, everything that could happen next."No, no, no," she whispered to herself, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. "This can't be happening. This cannot be happening."But it was. The video existed. After all these years, someone had the real footage of that night with Williams. The night that had haunted her dreams, the night she'd worked so hard to bury under lies and careful stories. And now Carmelita had it. Andrew's mother had it.
Back to present:The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Carmelita's eyes burned with an intensity that could have melted steel as she fixed her gaze on Lena. There was no warmth left in those dark eyes - only pure, undiluted disgust that made the air between them crackle with hostility.Lena shifted uncomfortably under that withering stare, her perfectly manicured fingers fidgeting with the hem of her designer dress. She tried to maintain her composure, but something in Carmelita's expression told her this wasn't going to be just another family disagreement."I would give you one piece of advice, Lena," Carmelita's voice was deceptively calm, each word measured and deliberate. The older woman's posture was rigid, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as if she was physically restraining herself from doing something she might regret.The silence stretched between them like a taut wire. Mia and Sarah exchanged glances from their spots near the window, both sen
Lena just stood there, frozen like someone had dumped ice water all over her. Her mouth hung open a little and her eyes went wide, staring at Carmelita like she'd seen a ghost or something worse.Carmelita wasn't backing down though. She had that look in her eyes - the kind that said she was done playing games. Her jaw was set tight and her hands were clenched into fists at her sides."You really got the nerve to keep lying to my face like that," Carmelita said, her voice getting sharper with each word. "After everything you did, you're still gonna stand there and act innocent?"Lena's face went pale. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but nothing came out. Just stood there looking guilty as hell."How about I show this evidence I got not just to Andrew, but to the cops too?" Carmelita continued, pulling out her phone. "You got any idea what happens to people who make false rape accusations? The kind of trouble you're
Lena stared at Carmelita, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The words just wouldn't come. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, filling up the small living room until it felt like the walls were pressing in on her."Mother..." she finally managed to whisper."Don't call me that," Carmelita snapped, her voice sharp as a blade cutting through the air. Her eyes were cold, colder than Lena had ever seen them. The woman who used to smooth her hair and call her daughter was gone, replaced by someone who looked at her like she was something dirty on the bottom of her shoe.Lena flinched back, her shoulders hunching up around her ears. She could feel Mia and Sarah watching from the corner. "You ruined the bond between two friends," Carmelita continued, her voice getting louder with each word. "So what exactly do you want to explain to me again? What excuse are you going to give me this time?"Lena bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting blood. She turned
"I better start getting ready and prepare to come over," Carmelita said, her tone excited. "Alright mother, see you soon," Sarah and Mia said almost in unison, their voices carrying a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "You too, ladies," Carmelita said before hanging up, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed the phone down on the marble side table. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.---LENA'S APARTMENTThe small apartment felt suffocating in the late afternoon heat. Lena sat curled up on her worn leather couch in the cramped sitting room, her legs tucked beneath her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The device's blue light illuminated her face in the dim room, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes and the tension lines that had become permanent fixtures around her mouth.She wore an oversized sweater that hung loosely on her thin frame, trying to hide the bandage wrapp