تسجيل الدخولThe Blackwood driver gently opened the car door for her.
Elara stepped out cautiously. The shopping district was so different from places she usually visited. Tall glass storefronts displayed designer clothing, jewelry sparkled softly, and luxury cars lined the street. Everything appeared expensive. Everything seemed overwhelming. Elara instinctively clutched her handbag a bit tighter. She still felt uncomfortable carrying the black card Edward had given her. It sat in her wallet like something she wasn't supposed to touch. Still… he had insisted. Go out today. So she went. Inside the first boutique, the sales assistants greeted her kindly. But their eyes lingered a moment too long. Their smiles felt a little forced. "Welcome, ma'am." "Please let us know if you need anything." Elara nodded gently and moved between the clothing racks. The dresses were beautiful. Elegant fabrics. Soft colors. But most of them didn't seem to fit her. She pretended to browse anyway. At another rack, two young women whispered to each other. Elara tried not to listen. But their voices carried. "Isn't that her?" "Who?" "The billionaire's wife." The other woman looked in Elara's direction. "Oh my God… it is." Elara felt her stomach tighten. "I thought those wedding pictures were edited." "So did I." One of them giggled softly. "She looks even bigger in person." Elara quietly turned away and moved to another part of the store. Her chest felt tight again. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe she should just go home. But as she approached the checkout, a sudden commotion outside drew everyone's attention. Camera flashes. Voices. Excited murmurs. The store employees hurried to the windows. Elara followed their gaze. A sleek black sports car had stopped outside. The door opened. And a woman she recognized stepped out. Elena. Her silver heels clicked confidently on the pavement as photographers surrounded her. Someone inside gasped. "Oh wow." "She's gorgeous." "She's always with Aaron Blackwood, right?" Another staff member nodded eagerly. "They've been seen together for years." Elara's chest tightened. Of course. Elena noticed the store and casually stepped inside, brushing past the photographers. As soon as she entered, the atmosphere shifted. Staff eagerly greeted her. "Miss Elena, welcome back!" "We just received a new collection you'll love." Elena smiled gracefully. Then her gaze swept across the store. Until it landed on Elara. For a brief moment, surprise flickered across her face. Then her familiar amused smile returned. "Well," she said lightly as she approached. "What a coincidence." Elara offered a polite but nervous greeting. "Hello." Elena's eyes briefly examined her. "You're shopping?" Elara nodded. "Yes." Elena tilted her head slightly. "That's brave." Elara's cheeks warmed. "Brave?" "Well," Elena said softly, "these stores don't usually carry… inclusive sizes." Several employees nearby looked away awkwardly. Elara felt her cheeks flush. "I was just leaving," she said softly. Elena stepped closer. "Oh no, don't rush because of me." Her voice was sweet. Too sweet. "I actually wanted to congratulate you properly." Elara hesitated. "Congratulations on becoming Mrs. Blackwood." Her smile grew a little. "That must feel… surreal." Elara didn't reply. Elena leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "You know," she continued softly, "people in Aaron's world can be very cruel." Elara's fingers tightened around her bag. "But don't worry," Elena added lightly, "I'm sure he'll take good care of you." Her tone sounded more like a tease than comfort. Then she stepped back, her expression bright. "Well," she said cheerfully, "enjoy your shopping." She turned and moved toward another section, where staff surrounded her with dresses and compliments. Elara stayed there for a moment longer. Then she quietly headed toward the exit. Outside, the photographers still waited. A few spotted her immediately. "That's the wife!" "Mrs. Blackwood!" Cameras flashed again. Elara lowered her head and hurried to the car. The driver quickly opened the door for her. Within moments, they pulled away from the busy street. Elara looked out the window as the city blurred past. The black card remained untouched in her purse. She hadn't bought anything. And somehow, the world outside the mansion felt just as unfriendly as inside.Aaron didn’t stay long. After a brief, unreadable glance between him and Maya, he gave a short nod to Elara and walked past them without a word. Typical. Maya watched him disappear down the hallway before turning slowly back to Elara. “…I don’t like him.” Elara sighed softly. “Maya—” “No,” Maya cut in, dropping back onto the couch. “I’m serious. That man has the emotional range of a wall.” Elara couldn’t help it—she laughed. “Be nice.” “I am being nice,” Maya replied dryly. “If I weren’t, I’d have said worse.” Elara shook her head, but the smile lingered. Maya leaned forward suddenly. “Get up.” Elara blinked. “What?” “Get. Up.” “Maya, what are you—” “We’re going out.” Elara froze. “…No.” “Yes.” “No,” Elara repeated more firmly. “I already tried that. It didn’t go well.” Maya waved her off. “I saw the pictures.” “Exactly.” “And?” Maya challenged. Elara stared at her. “And it was humiliating.” Maya leaned back, studying her carefu
The Blackwood mansion had fallen into a dull routine. Quiet mornings. Long, hollow hallways. Meals eaten in solitude. Aaron left before dawn and returned long after dark, their conversations reduced to fleeting, polite exchanges that barely lasted a minute. Elara had long stopped hoping for anything different. That morning, she sat by the towering living room windows, a book resting in her lap, though she hadn't truly read in over an hour. Her mind kept drifting. The silence was almost too much to bear. Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at the unfamiliar number. Usually, she would ignore it. But something compelled her to answer. "Hello?" A pause—then a voice burst through with unmistakable energy. "Elara Hart." Elara froze. That voice… "No way," the voice continued. "You're answering your phone like a stranger now?" Elara sat upright. "…Maya?" A peal of la
The Blackwood driver gently opened the car door for her. Elara stepped out cautiously. The shopping district was so different from places she usually visited. Tall glass storefronts displayed designer clothing, jewelry sparkled softly, and luxury cars lined the street. Everything appeared expensive. Everything seemed overwhelming. Elara instinctively clutched her handbag a bit tighter. She still felt uncomfortable carrying the black card Edward had given her. It sat in her wallet like something she wasn't supposed to touch. Still… he had insisted. Go out today. So she went. Inside the first boutique, the sales assistants greeted her kindly. But their eyes lingered a moment too long. Their smiles felt a little forced. "Welcome, ma'am." "Please let us know if you need anything." Elara nodded gently and moved between the clothing racks. The dresses were beautiful. Elegant fabrics. Soft colors. But most of them didn't seem to fit
The Blackwood mansion was eerily quiet in the morning. Almost too quiet. Elara had barely slept. Fragments of the night's memories haunted her, scenes she desperately wished she could forget. By the time the first light seeped through the towering windows, she had already given up on trying to sleep. She wrapped a light cardigan around her shoulders and quietly left her room. Maybe a cup of tea would soothe her nerves. The mansion's hallways stretched endlessly, marble floors shimmering in the pale morning light. Even her footsteps sounded strange, as if they belonged to someone else. As she approached the kitchen, muffled voices drifted through the slightly open door. Staff. They hadn't noticed her. Elara slowed her pace. "I still don't understand it," a maid whispered. Another responded softly, "None of us do." A brief pause stretched between them. "Mr. Blackwood could have married anyone." "Exactly." "He
The Blackwood mansion was enormous. Almost overwhelming. Elara realized that the moment she stepped inside. The marble floors shimmered beneath the chandelier lights, the ceilings soared high above, and the silence echoed through the hallways like an empty cathedral. This was meant to be her new home. Yet she felt more like a guest than a resident. Or an intruder. The staff had shown her to the master suite hours earlier. The sheer size of the room reminded her of her childhood home. But Aaron hadn't come upstairs. Not after the reception. Not after the guests left. Not even after midnight. Elara sat on the edge of the bed, the soft glow of a lamp surrounding her, still wearing the silk robe the housekeeper had given her. Maybe he was busy. Maybe this was normal. After all, they were strangers forced into a marriage. She shouldn't expect too much. Still…
The reception hall shimmered with displays of wealth. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls, casting a warm, golden glow over the guests dressed in elegant gowns and tailored suits. Champagne flowed generously, laughter echoed softly, and cameras flashed at every moment. To outsiders, everything appeared flawless. But Elara felt as if she had stepped into a room full of strangers, all ready to judge her. She sat beside Aaron at the long head table, her hands gently folded in her lap. The whispers had not ceased. If anything, they had grown louder now that the ceremony was over. People believed the bride and groom were too far away to hear them. They were mistaken. "Is that really her?" "I thought the photos were edited." "She looks even larger in person." Someone snickered. "I give the marriage six months." Elara kept her gaze on the tablecloth. White silk. Perfectly ironed. She counted th







