FAZER LOGIN“No?” Genevieve(his grandmother) questioned. She noticed the awkward tension between them and noticed something we're wrong.
Elara’s lips parted slightly,What has she done? Alex looked at her coldly. His grandmother is so smart, he's sure she's noticing already. “I mean he shouldn't kiss me, I will do that. Right baby?” Elara said quickly and Alex forced a smile. Genevieve nodded. “Kiss my grandson, it's your choice.” “She might be a shy granny.” One of the family members said. “Kiss! Kiss!” Elara glared at Alex who returned the glare. She's not shy, she hates the fact that he'd kiss her, because of how he kissed her unexpectedly. She grabbed him by the tie, Alex submissively moved closer to her, his family members screamed, Genevieve gasped with excitement. “Kiss him! Kiss him!” Elara rolled her eyes, her hands wrapped around his shoulder and their lips met. Alexander lost his mind immediately, he pulled her waist with his right hand and his other hand cupped her right cheek. He bit her lips forcing her to open up while his hands pulled him even more closer. Phone cameras were lifted in the wedding hall to capture the beautiful moment between Elara and Alex. Even though it's their beginning it feels like an ending. *** Alex drove her to his gigantic mansion, he parked his car in his garage. Then got down, to open the door for his wife. His jacket was on his shoulder, his tie loosened already and two buttons undone from his shirt. Elara was fast asleep already, he pulled the car door open for her, he didn’t even notice in the car. He waved at her, her eyes didn't open. “Listen, we're both tired. Open your eyes, I don’t have the strength to carry you out of this car.” He said, staring at her. “When I first saw you, I was surprised to know why a man like you was abandoned at the courthouse by his bride.” Elara opened her eyes. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, his eyes cold. Elara stepped out of the car and he jammed the car door angrily. The maids are already carrying her suitcases out of the car. “I mean, why would any woman choose to settle for a man like you?” she said sharply, eyes narrowing with contempt. “You’re cold, completely nonchalant, like nothing in this world actually moves you. No warmth, no effort, no presence. You stand there like you’re above everything, but really, you’re just empty. There’s nothing magnetic about you. And you think that makes you mysterious?” Alex looked around not to laugh. “Coming from you who only married me to avoid humiliation. I guess you don't even know who I am or you're just pretending.” “I do not know you and I do not want to know who the fuck you are!” She yelled back angrily. Alex grabbed her shoulders tightly and she flinched. “Let go of me!” Elara groaned. He dropped her shoulder roughly, she staggered. Their eyes locked, anger visible both in their eyes. “I hate you, hate myself for not thinking before marrying. I was crying and all you could say was I'll be fine.” Elara said, her voice filled with emotions. He took a step back, creating space between them like a boundary being drawn. “We got married because we were both cornered by humiliation. That’s it. You were standing on the edge of public disgrace, and I was already buried under my own. So we made a deal, we're just two people saving face. Nothing more.” “Oh yeah…I forgot that.” Elara whispered, nodding her head in agreement. He said it before the vows that it's just for a year, he's right, she just thought he was a nice person. “ Elara. Don’t confuse proximity with attachment. Don’t confuse marriage with care. And don’t confuse my silence for obligation.” He said, his voice cold. “I don’t owe you love. I don’t owe you warmth. I don’t even owe you understanding. What I agreed to was a name on paper, not a life intertwined with yours.” A beat of silence stretched between them. Elara swallowed, her fist clenched at her sides. “And if you’re waiting for me to suddenly become the kind of husband you imagined in your head, stop. That man was never part of this arrangement. So stay within your limit.”Alexander’s phone vibrated again inside his pocket. He glanced around the crowded reception hall, his eyes scanning every corner, but there was still no sign of Elara. Music echoed through the hall, guests laughed, glasses clinked together, but none of it settled the uneasy feeling crawling under his skin. “Where the hell did she go?” he muttered under his breath. Julian walked up beside him and tapped his shoulder lightly. “Alex.” he called. Alexander turned sharply. “Have you seen Elara?” Julian shook his head. “No. Grandma asked me to call both of you upstairs for the family toast.” Alexander exhaled impatiently and pulled out his phone when it rang again. Unknown number. Without saying another word, he walked out of the hall and into the quieter hallway upstairs. The moment he stepped into the empty corridor, he stopped. Vanessa stood there waiting for him. Two bodyguards lingered a few steps behind her while she leaned casually against the wall, a slow smil
The music continued flowing softly through the hall as Alexander held Elara close against him on the dance floor. The atmosphere around them had changed completely. The guests were no longer whispering out of curiosity alone. Now they were staring because of the undeniable chemistry between them. Even Genevieve noticed it. She sat elegantly at her table, watching the way Alexander’s hand remained firmly around Elara’s waist like he couldn’t bear letting her go. Alexander is known to be so cold around women and he's doing this with a woman. Julian leaned closer beside her. “I’ve never seen Alex look at someone like that before.” Genevieve remained quiet for a moment. "Me too." Tiana smirked, she didn’t even know Alexander would love his new wife this much. Desmond smirked, he sip from his wine, his eyes on Elara’s backside all along, anticipating to have his way with her. At the center of the hall, Alexander slowly spun Elara gently beneath the golden lights before pul
The entire hall erupted into applause the moment Alexander and Elara stepped fully inside. The gigantic crystal chandelier above reflected against the marble floor beautifully while the soft melody of A Thousand Years continued playing in the background. Elara suddenly felt overwhelmed. Too many eyes. Too many whispers. Too many powerful people staring at her like she was something to study. Her fingers tightened slightly around Alexander’s hand unconsciously. Alexander noticed immediately. Without looking at her, he slowly intertwined their fingers together firmly. A silent reassurance. “I’m here.” The action alone calmed her racing heart a little. The MC smiled brightly from the center stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced dramatically. “Please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Harrington officially!” The applause grew louder. Some guests even stood up. Cameras flashed nonstop. Elara blinked rapidly from the brightness. Alexander leaned slightly toward her. “Smi
After getting dressed, Elara slowly stepped out of the dressing room, smoothing her palm over the pink off-shoulder gown hugging her body perfectly. The dress clung to her curves like it had been made specially for her, emphasizing every dangerous line of her figure-eight shape. The soft fabric rested against her skin elegantly, exposing the smoothness of her shoulders and collarbone. Her silver stiletto heels clicked lightly against the marble floor as she walked forward. The sound alone made Alexander lift his head. The moment his eyes landed on her, his lips parted slightly. The cold expression on his face softened almost immediately as his dark gaze slowly travelled down her body before returning to her face. He had been sitting outside the dressing room the entire time, waiting for her to finish dressing so he could also change, but now, staring at her, he suddenly forgot every single thing around him. The mall noise faded. The workers moving around faded. Even
Linda reached her daughter before Clara could even turn fully. The air between them thickened instantly, something unspoken but deeply understood passing in that single glance they shared. Clara’s fingers tightened around the paper, but she was too late. Linda snatched it from her with trembling hands, the crumpled edges crackling loudly in the tense silence. For a brief second, Linda just stared at it hoping the words would rearrange themselves into something less cruel. They didn’t. Her lips parted, breath catching, and then she read it aloud, her voice barely holding together. “Tell your daughter to stay away from Alexander Harrington.” The words fell heavy, like a verdict already passed. A tear slipped down Linda’s cheek before she could stop it. She inhaled sharply, rubbing her lips together as though trying to force herself back into control, but the fear had already seeped too deep. Her fingers shook, clutching the paper like it might burn her if she held it any lon
Elara didn’t pull away. Instead, something shifted in her expression. A slow smile curved her lips as her hand lifted, wrapping lightly around the back of his neck. He was taller than her, his presence naturally dominating, but she tilted her chin just enough to keep their eyes locked, refusing to look away. His hand was still firm on her waist. The air between them tightened. “Why don’t we just strip in front of each other then?” she said softly, her voice laced with challenge more than innocence. Alex’s lips curled into a smirk. “That’s funny,” he replied, his voice low, edged with something dangerous. “We’ve not even stripped, and this is already happening.” Before she could react, he caught her wrist and guided it down to touch his zipper and feel him. Elara froze for a split second. Then her breath hitched. She knew exactly what he was doing. And instead of pulling back she played along. Her fingers moved slightly, brushing against him through the fabric
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
“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 th
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 tho
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







