LOGINElara shut her eyes, tears squeezing out of it. She was weak when she was supposed to be strong. It's not as easy as she thought it'd be, she didn’t know they'd be having a real court wedding.
Alex gave her his handkerchief, she touched her eyes with it not to ruin her makeup by wiping her face. He looked at her, without care in his eyes. He believes it's none of his business, she'd be fine. Elara’s gaze turned to him, how can he say such a thing? Doesn't he know the gravity of the vows? “You'll be fine.” He whispered. Elara scoffed and rested her head back on the chair, hoping this would end, she'd leave to be alone in a room and cry her pain out. He held his own file, having it in mind that this is just a fake wedding nothing else. Though he knew deep down he's just trying to be strong, he was hurt deeply. Then he started reading; “I Alexander Harrington is sitting here beside you, feeling something deeper than excitement, something stronger than certainty. I feel a quiet, unshakable truth settle in my heart, the truth that choosing you is the easiest and most important decision I will ever make. I didn’t come here today as a perfect man. I came here as someone who has learned, grown, stumbled, and risen again. And through it all, somehow, life led me to you. Not by accident, not by chance, but in a way that feels intentional, like every step I took before today was preparing me for this moment.” Elara and Alex exchanged glances before he continued. “You are not just the woman I love…you…you are the woman who understands me in ways I didn’t think were possible. You see me clearly, even the parts I try to hide, and instead of turning away, you stayed. You choose me, again and again, even on the days when I’m difficult to love. And that has changed me. Before you, love was just a word I understood in theory. But with you, it became something real. Something calm. Something that doesn’t run when things get hard. You taught me that love isn’t just about the beautiful moments, it’s about the quiet ones, the difficult ones, the moments where we choose each other even when it would be easier not to. I love the way you laugh, the way you think, the way you care so deeply about the people around you. I love your strength, especially in moments when you don’t even realize how strong you are. And I love the way you’ve become my peace in a world that can sometimes feel overwhelming. Today, in this courtroom, without grand decorations or a crowd of people, what we have feels even more powerful. Because this isn’t about the setting. It’s about the promise we are making. It’s about two people deciding, with full awareness of what life can bring, that they will stand side by side no matter what. And so, I make these promises to you. I promise to stand with you, not just in the good times, but in the moments that test us. When life becomes uncertain, when things don’t go as planned, when we feel lost or tired, I will not walk away. I will stand beside you, and we will find our way forward together. I promise to listen to you, not just to your words, but to your silence. To understand you, to respect you, and to never dismiss what you feel. Your voice matters to me, always.” he read with a calm voice. Alex sighed, the words stabbing his heart, he somehow wished he married his girlfriend at that moment because all these words were meant for her not another woman. But she broke up with on their wedding and now he has to marry someone else. He would've waited for her but his reputation matters here and he can't disappoint his family because of someone who doesn’t want him in her future. He continued again. “I promise to grow with you. I know that we won’t be the same people years from now as we are today, and that’s okay. We will evolve, we will change, and through it all, I promise to keep choosing you in every version of our lives. I promise to protect what we have. Not out of fear, but out of love. I vow to nurture our relationship, to put in the effort, to never take you for granted. Because what we are building together deserves care, attention, and intention. I promise to be honest with you. Even when the truth is uncomfortable, even when it’s difficult to say. Elara Wilson, you deserve transparency, not perfection.” Elara looked at him, their eyes locked, heart beating faster than normal. “I promise to support your dreams as if they were my own. To encourage you when you doubt yourself, to remind you of your strength when you forget it, and to celebrate every victory, big or small. I promise to love you not just in words, but in actions, In the way I treat you, in the way I show up for you, in the way I choose you every single day. I know that marriage is not always easy. There will be challenges, misunderstandings, and moments where we may feel distant. But even in those moments, I promise to fight for us, for you, for us, for the life we are building together. Because loving you is not something I want to do only when it’s easy. It’s something I choose, even when it’s hard. You will forever be my partner, my best friend, and the person I want to share every chapter of my life with. From the quiet mornings to the chaotic days, from the laughter to the tears, I want it all, as long as it’s with you.” His grandmother touched his shoulder, she noticed his voice was already cracking in the process. “Today, I take you as my wife, not just for this moment, but for every moment that follows. For every day we wake up side by side, for every challenge we face, for every dream we chase together.This is not just a promise for today. It’s a promise for a lifetime. And no matter where life takes us, no matter what changes or stays the same, there is one thing that will never change, I will always choose you, today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life.” He read, his voice a bit shaky, tears gathered in his eyes but he swallowed it quickly before anyone could see. Elara has never imagined her life with someone that takes vows as nothing. Looking at him she knows all he read means nothing to him. “Now, please sign the certificates.” The officiant ordered. They were given pens and they both signed. They both stood up, to exchange rings. Elara watched him insert the expensive looking diamond ring in her fingers. She inserted his own ring in his fingers too. “I pronounce you as husband and wife.” His family applauded them, even screamed, they're so happy for him. “You may kiss the bride.” The officiant added, smiling brightly. He has seen couples before but not as beautiful as them. “No!” Elara blurted before she could control it.Elara smiled. Right now, she wasn’t thinking about the consequences. She wasn’t thinking about Alex, or his cold gaze, or the strange intensity behind his words. She was thinking about one thing. A hundred million dollars. The number echoed in her mind like a drumbeat. It wasn’t just money—it was security. Freedom. Power. A future where she would never have to struggle again. A future where her family would never have to worry about survival, bills, or limitations. A hundred million dollars wasn’t small. It was life-changing. It was everything. Her fingers tightened slightly around the document as she reached for the pen he had placed on the table. There was no hesitation. No second thoughts. She didn’t even glance down at the contents again. She signed. Quickly. Smoothly. Like it meant nothing. The faint scratching sound of the pen against paper filled the quiet room for a moment before she placed it back down. “There,” she said lightly, almost casually. Alex didn
The next morning arrived quietly, slipping into the room through the soft glow of sunlight that filtered past the heavy curtains. It painted everything in a warm, golden hue calm, almost deceiving in its serenity. Elara stirred slowly on the bed. For a moment, she lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if trying to remember where she was, how she got here, and why her chest felt so tight despite the peaceful morning. Then it all came rushing back—the marriage, the unfamiliar mansion, the man who now held a title in her life she wasn’t ready to fully accept. Her husband. Alexander Harrington. She exhaled slowly, pushing herself upright. “No,” she muttered under her breath, brushing her hair back. “I really wish I didn't marry that man.” Because it's not love. It was an arrangement, a temporary one that's destined to end. One year. That was all. One year, and everything would dissolve like it never existed. That thought steadied her. With a quiet resolve, Elara slipped
“Mother, what are you saying?” Elara asked, her voice tightening with confusion, her fingers clutching the phone a little harder. There was no reply. Just silence on the other end."Mother..." she called but no reply."Clara, can you hear me?" Then the call dropped. Elara blinked, staring at the screen as it went dim in her hand. The call had ended abruptly, the small “Call Failed” notification sitting there like a taunt. Network issue from the other end. She let out a slow breath, her shoulders sinking slightly. Her mother’s words lingered in her mind, refusing to fade. "That family is dangerous... they will never give you peace." Her grip on the phone loosened as she leaned back slightly, her brows pulling together. She didn’t understand. And to her none of it made sense. Maybe... maybe her mother was just overreacting. Yes. That had to be it. Her mother is someone that is always worried too much, always imagining the worst possible outcome. It wasn’t new. This was just a
Elara didn’t think twice, she followed his instruction immediately. His tone had been too serious, too commanding to question. Still, she shot him a sharp glare as he turned her around to face him. She swallowed, steadying herself, refusing to let him see the fear creeping into her chest. The thought of sex alone sent chills through her body, a quiet panic she couldn’t explain. She didn’t even let Henry touch her, just kisses, maybe he got tired because he complains a lot about it. But she pleads with him to wait till their wedding night. Fortunately for her, she's still intact because Henry didn't later marry her. Her lips trembled slightly despite her effort to stay composed. She swallowed again, her eyes locking with his. They stood so close, their faces inches apart, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Alex’s gaze dropped slowly to her lips. His own parted without him realizing it. A memory flashed back to him, the altar, the kiss they shared, the way he had co
Back at Alex’s mansion. Alex stepped out of his room, already dressed in his nightwear. Exhaustion clung to him, but at the same time there was also a strange sense of relief settling in his chest.He didn’t fail his grandmother, he wasn’t humiliated because of anyone. Even if he didn't marry the woman of his choice, the best part was that he married someone. He sat at the edge of his bed, his mind replaying everything that had happened. He had left the Harrington mansion happily, believing he was finally about to marry the woman he loved. But she left him, she told him; “I’m twenty-four, I still have a long way to go. I can’t let marriage slow me down.” Her words echoed in his head, sharp and irritating. Alex let out a dry chuckle. She had a long way to go and he didn’t? He was only twenty-six. It wasn’t like he was desperate or trying to trap anyone into marriage. They have been together for good three years. Three years of building something he thought was real, only for it t
Elara stared at his back as he walked inside the mansion until he was out of sight. What was she thinking? That everyone will be nice like her or pretend to be nice like Henry.She has brought this upon herself, so she has to handle it. She took a deep breath, the soft air hitting her skin. A maid approached her.“Welcome Mrs Harrington, please come with me…”“Do not call me that! It's Elara!” She shouted at the maid.“I'm sorry, ma'am, please come with me.” The maid said and bowed shortly. Elara was so angry, she did not even feel like she was rude to the maid or not. “Lead the way.” She ordered and the maids bowed.Elara followed the maid. Her eyes scanned her environment as she walked. She will admit to herself again, Alex is rich. His mansion screams wealth, and it's beautiful. ***On Harrington island, Genevieve called a family meeting. They all sat at the dining table to have dinner and at the same time discuss whatever she wanted to discuss. “Mother, your grandson got ma







